Do you remember this black dress? The moment I slip it on you go weak, like your knees forgot how to work. It hugs every curve, frames every line, and the power it holds over you never fades. I love watching you unravel just from the sight of it.
Stare and shame yourself for wanting it so badly, puppet. I’ll toy with the hem, tilt my hips, and make you ache for permission to come closer, while I remind you exactly who controls that craving.