Jessi Ricci

When I wear leather, I’m not dressing for you.
I’m dressing for control. For dominance.
Every sound it makes is a command. Every movement,

Pleasure is not yours.
You exist to serve... face down, tongue out, locked up.
Every flick of your tongue is worship.
And every time you

You don’t become feminine because you want to.
You do it because I demand it.
Panties, heels, blush, all while your pathetic cock is

My curves. My latex. My rules.
The smoothness that clings to My skin, all forbidden to you.
Your cage grows tighter as I move.
You ache…