Queenly Dominatrix

You’re tense—not from fear, but from anticipation. You’re already imagining what you might deserve, waiting for Me to decide what comes

You're tense—not out of fear, but out of anticipation. You're already looking forward to what you feel you deserve. But nothing is

Look at yourself: a pathetic worm, trembling with need. I put on latex gloves, gleaming with sterile determination. The latex clings to my

What remains is the truth you tried to hide: you are not powerful, not in control, not equal. You are the shape I carve, the version I