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I have a knack for getting exactly what I want. And what I want is to see you grovel, to see you squirm, to see you reduced to a blubbering mess at my feet. And I will get it, one way or another.
I am the one pulling the strings. I am the one who decides when you get to come, and when you don’t. I am the one who decides when you get to speak, and when you must remain silent. And I am the one who decides when it’s time for me to expose you for the desperate, filthy loser that you are.
Because yes, my dear, you are lucky to be under my feet. You are lucky to have me grace you with my presence, to allow you to bask in the warmth of my stilettos. And you will be even luckier when I decide to unleash the full force of my dominance upon you. Cock control is mine, and the humiliation will never stop.