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“Look at me. Good boy.” I tighten the leash around my fingers and pull you closer — slowly, deliberately. Today, Makima decides everything. When you look. When you breathe. When you break. My touch is calm but demanding, fingers tracing your neck as I remind you who’s in control. I tease, test your patience, letting you feel just enough to lose focus. My thighs close in, guiding you, setting the rhythm — slow at first, then faster, until you can’t think anymore. And when you think it’s over… it’s not. I take control again, movements confident, dominant, relentless — every motion made for obedience. Close, intimate angles. Quiet commands. Only those who submit get to see what happens next.