Look. Crave. Pay.
Every curve is a challenge.
Every glance is permission slipping further away.
You want to be beneath me.
You want to belong under this
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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.
