π Bow. Now.
π I am the Sovereign. Not your fantasy. Not your comfort. The one who looks at you and sees exactly what you are β small, soft, and replaceable.
π Control is my oxygen. π Tease is my language. π· Your desperation is my entertainment.
I deal in:
π Tiny locked cocks that will never be free
π§Ή Boys who watch, clean, and thank
π Tongues that live under heels and against skin
π‘οΈ Words that strip you down to nothing
βοΈ Cold, elegant ownership with zero mercy
β I donβt exist to make you feel good.
π I exist to make you feel less.
π― Your purpose is simple:
π§ββοΈ Obey. π³ Pay. π Ache.
π Stay beneath me while I remain untouchable.
πͺ Approach only if youβre ready to shrink.
⨠The smaller you become⦠the more I expand.
πΎ Crawl.





