How long could you endure being held beneath me, struggling for breath while I enjoy the power of driving you to the edge? This body above you, overwhelming and inescapable, pushing you to your limits as you lose yourself in the scent and sensation. And when I decide you’ve had enough, you gather whatever strength remains to kneel properly and worship my smooth, sacred feet. You kiss. You serve. You show gratitude for the mercy of still being beneath me. All while I remind you — firmly and playfully — exactly who controls your pleasure, your pain, and your place.
