By the river, the air was tense. I thought I was in control. Big mistake. One precise move - quick, sharp, unstoppable - flips the script. Suddenly, the balance of power isn’t even a question. I falter, humbled by the precision of her fists, stunned by the reality that dominance was not given - it was taken. The river bore witness to her sadism, and the world tilted toward her authority. She didn’t need to shout. Every glance, every pause, every strike reminded me who was truly in charge. Then, as a reward for amusing Goddess Jay with my sore and bruised testicles, I was allowed to clean her dirty feet with my tongue. By the time she turned to leave, the lesson was clear: underestimate her, and you’ll learn the hard way.
