Books and Bourbon.
You work endlessly.
I put up my feet, sip bourbon, and lose myself in a book or two.
I am your better. I am your Empress.
To send is to
I take. You give.
That’s the dynamic.
Mindfuck? Financial ruin? Emotional grip?
Good. I want it all.
Feet, voice, control, punishment—pick your poison.
No small talk. No freebies. Pay, kneel, repeat.
