Bound. Helpless. Completely under My Feet.
My slave is secured to my bench, immobilized and exposed to my attention. I take my time—slow, deliberate—using my heels and my body to remind him exactly where he stands: beneath me.
My presence is close, overwhelming. My feet, my scent, my strength—each moment designed to break focus and deepen surrender. I toy with his senses, alternating teasing cruelty with intimate dominance, until his only purpose is obedience and endurance.
I finish the scene standing over him, powerful and unyielding, thighs locking him in place as he’s made to breathe me in and accept his position.
This is about control, humiliation, and ownership.
For those who understand true submission—press play....
My presence is close, overwhelming. My feet, my scent, my strength—each moment designed to break focus and deepen surrender. I toy with his senses, alternating teasing cruelty with intimate dominance, until his only purpose is obedience and endurance.
I finish the scene standing over him, powerful and unyielding, thighs locking him in place as he’s made to breathe me in and accept his position.
This is about control, humiliation, and ownership.
For those who understand true submission—press play....
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