Surrender to a soft voice that doesn't beg--commands. I don't rush. I read you slowly, own your mind gently, and leave you craving more. Obedience has never felt this intimate.
What Turns Me On
Power excites me. Your weakness arouses me. I crave obedience, spoiled devotion, and the thrill of owning your mind, your wallet, and your fantasies. Good boys beg. Better ones break quietly.
What I Do Best
My talent? Making you crave your own submission. I speak softly, but I steer your thoughts, stretch your urges, and keep you on edge--willing, aching, grateful. You lose control... thinking it was your idea.
