You get weak the moment you see me turn and sway, that tight, perfect ass stealing your resolve. I’m not always generous, but today I’ll let you adore it — on my terms. You will worship, you will ache to please me, and every small surrender will make you crave more.
I’ll tease you with permission and punish you with restraint, tightening the leash until your devotion becomes obedience. This is mind control with a velvet glove: worship my ass, bow to my will, and offer what you can. Your addiction starts with a glance and ends with whatever I decide to take.