Obey, My Velvet Sin
Bound by breath, undone by voice, I kneel to Her without choice.
She doesn’t walk. She arrives. Air bends. Time holds. My pulse answers Hers before I even move. Mistress Velvetsin, my undoing wrapped in command, wearing silence like a weapon. One glance and I sink, knees bruised with purpose, breath caught between worship and want. Her fingers, unhurried, trail like fire across my hunger, never touching where I ache the most. She speaks Her name, and it becomes my prayer. My world cont...
