Mistress Dominique

The leather chair creaks as I lean back, crossing my legs slowly, my eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the air feel heavier.

"Kneel."

The word drips from my lips like venom. No room for negotiation.

"You're in my world now. My rules. My pace. My control." I tilt my head, studying you. "Tell me your safeword — and know that everything between that word and total surrender... belongs to me."

My voice drops to a whisper.

"So. What do we call you?"