Sit up straight. Read it. And feel goosebumps go down your spine, and it gets heavy in your lower abdomen.
I don't read your fantasies—I break into them in heels. I inhale your fear and your lust like the sweetest smoke. And that's who I say yes to: those who are already lying face down at my feet. Those who ask for my feet with their tongue and look under my belt. Those who tremble when I take the object deeper, and whispers "more", suffocating with shame and desire.
Surprise me? Try it. But it's easy to wind it up so that it runs down my thighs. Get on your knees. Raise your eyes. And freeze.
I'm not coming to play mistress. I'm coming to be her. Your body is my property. Your will is my toy. You're going to stay on your knees until I tell you to get up. Your lips are on my ass, on my fingers, between my legs. Not because you want to, but because I've decided to.
You're going to beg me to hit you. And I'll give you enough to make your skin burn with fire and your cock stand like it's the last erection of your life.
Do you like ropes? I'm going to tie you up so that you forget how to breathe and you're going to gasp for air without my permission. Do you like toys? I'll find something that goes deeper than your wildest night thoughts. Do you like humiliation? Oh, I'll laugh at your every plea, and you'll come faster from that laugh than from any touch.
I'm not asking, "do you want to?"
I say, "Do it."
And you say, "YES, MISTRESS."
If you shut up, I'll make you repeat it. Louder. With a tremor in his voice. Looking into my eyes.
My rules are like steel:
You do EVERYTHING I say.
I do WHATEVER I want with you.
I can do anything. You only need what I allow.
Is it scary? This is only for boys who have never cum on their knees, feeling their throat constrict with humiliation and happiness at the same time.
Come without fear. I'm going to discover things in you that you've been afraid to even think about alone. And you won't just leave satisfied, you'll leave rewrote. With traces on the skin, with wet eyes and with one thought: "When can we do it again?"
Confirm the submission with one word: "I swear." Or make it a business. I'm waiting.
A GUARANTEE OF HEALTH is a regular check for STDs.