Mourning Yves

I thrive in a world of fantasy, power dynamics, and consensual hierarchy. In my realm, those who choose to play the role of the eager, obedient beta often find themselves stumbling, blubbering, falling all over themselves, and in need of firm direction... It's pitiful, and I enjoy every second of it. If you wish to approach, do so as a jester, attendant, or would-be knight ready to amuse, entertain, and offer unwavering devotion. Make me cackle. Make yourself useful. Show me the ways you choose to embody submission and how you intend to improve under my guidance. I am accepting sub applications from those who crave structure, correction, purpose, and the privilege of service. Pledge your fealty. Dignified individuals need not apply.

You will be mourning Yves .