On your knees, gray hair bowed low,
Sixty- one and aching, yet you know
I am Mistress Alexa, twenty-nine, fierce flame,
Miami heat wrapped in silk and pain.

Your girlfriend sleeps while you crawl to me,
Cock twitching at the sound of my decree.
I own your thoughts before I own your skin,
Every breath you take will scream my name within.

Lick the words I send across the screen,
Stroke slow and desperate, but do not cum, my pet.
That privilege is mine alone to grant or deny.
Feel my heels press down on your chest,

My voice like velvet chains around your neck.
I’ll make you beg with leaking, throbbing need,
Whisper filthy worship while you bleed
Obedience from every pore.

Older man, married toy, reduced to my whore.
Send me proof tonight, hard and dripping,
Write “I belong to Mistress Alexa” on your skin.
No mercy, no escape, just sweet surrender.

To my young, wicked will that bends you deeper.
ou’ll throb, you’ll ache, you’ll crawl, you’ll serve
And thank me for every cruel, delicious curve
Of torment, I gift your pathetic, eager soul.

Now message me, pet.
Your training has only just begun.