Submissive men, like you, seek me out for one simple reason: to give up control.
You may think at first, that you are here just going to satisfy your immediate desire for your fetish, whatever that may be: be it an itch for a foot fetish, or shiny, smooth texture of latex, or sheer fibers of pantyhose wrapped around my legs, you may be obsessed with yoga pants, or you may have a weakness for objects of luxury, Louboutin heels, makeup, or hot red lipstick, and the thrill of financial domination…
Somehow, mistakenly, you think that it is about you. Your obsessions are just a tool for me to control you, to use you, to manipulate your mind.
You are allowed to trick yourself into falling down further into the mental rabbit hole and I will not save you from sinking in deeper into your addiction.
I want to know everything about what makes you tick, and twitch and feel that anxious gut sensation when I push your boundaries further out of your comfort zone. I want you to question your decisions. I want you to wonder what you got yourself into. I want you to want to run.
I want to break you, and use you… all for the sake of me, just having fun. You wouldn’t say no to that would you?