I descend the stairs with deliberate grace, my latex dress hugging every curve like a second skin, the shine reflecting your pathetic longing. You crawl behind, mesmerized by my fishnet-clad legs, the high-low hem teasing glimpses of power. I pause, slip off a heel, dangling it before your face—kiss it, worm. Your submission fuels my cruelty; I’ll bind you at the top, whip your flesh until you beg for mercy I won’t grant. My tattoos whisper ancient dominance, your fate sealed in my gaze.
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