Miss Amy

On your knees. You know exactly how this starts: every stitch off, every secret exposed, and you waiting—head bowed—for my instructions. Prepare for the strictest layering and relentless humiliation; I expect visible sweat, trembling hands, and absolute proof of every degrading detail. You’ll have no idea what’s coming next, but your body will ache and your pride will unravel one order at a time. If you need your ordeal squeezed into a few brutal minutes, just say the word. Otherwise, stay silent, present yourself for inspection, and await your first humiliating command.