My body is a piece of art, an object, a tool, an act of protest, a master of lust, and that divine intervention in your darkest desires you have been waiting for your whole life.
So many times I was told, “Mistresses don’t get naked. Don’t show pleasure. Don’t do this or that…”
Fucking hell, watch me. Never have I seen that much fear in a man’s eyes when I was holding a whip as I’ve seen when I was standing there naked, just breathing in and out.
I’m not surprised men tried to tell me not to use this power. Imagine combining it with the whip?