I slip into my heels, the click echoes loud.

You’re already hard, trembling on the ground.

Eyes down, pretty boy — don’t you dare look up.

Tonight your Mistress owns every inch of what you’ve got.

I tie your wrists tight with black silk rope,

Pull it so hard you feel that delicious choke.

Your cock twitches, leaking, begging for my hand,

But you get nothing yet — you’re mine to command.

On your knees, slut. Crawl across the floor.

Kiss my feet slowly, then beg me for more.

I laugh as I watch you, so desperate and weak,

Your face pressed to the ground while I tease as I speak.

“Look at you, pathetic, dripping on my floor.

All that pride gone — you’re just my little whore.”

I grab your hair hard, yank your head back,

Force my fingers down your throat till you gag.

You choke and you drool, tears running down your face.

I smile because that mess is my favorite place.

I strap you to the bed, spread wide and exposed,

Ass up high for me, completely fucking owned.

The flogger sings as it kisses your skin,

Red stripes blooming where my power begins.

You moan and you whimper, begging me “please,”

But I only laugh harder and bring you to your knees.

I sit on your face, smother you with my wet heat,

Grind slow and nasty while you fight for a breath.

Your tongue works desperately, licking like a good boy should,

While I use your mouth exactly how I want — understood?

I ride your tongue till I cum with a wicked moan,

Then make you clean every drop before I’m done.

Your cock strains useless in its tight little cage,

Leaking and aching, but denied for days.

I slide the biggest plug deep into your ass,

Stretch you wide open while you moan like a whore at mass.

“Look at you taking it, my filthy little pet.

This hole belongs to me now — never forget.”

I make you wear panties, short skirt, and heels so high,

Parade you in front of the mirror so you can’t deny

What a desperate, broken, pretty slut you’ve become —

Completely ruined and owned by my tongue.

You’ll thank me for every slap, every sting, every shame.

You’ll beg for more pain and scream out my name.

Because deep down you know this is what you need —

To be used, humiliated, and brought to your knees.

So stay hard and leaking, stay tied and denied.

Your Mistress is smiling… and she’s far from satisfied.