
Mistress Gets you Ready
Follow your Mistress—step by step, heel by heel—as I lead you upstairs in my tight black leather skirt, fishnets, and towering boots. My leather-look top clings to me as I pause at the doorway to your transformation. I dangle the collar before you and demand you crawl. You’re not walking into My dungeon… you’re being claimed.
I toss your restraints and latex outfit to the floor like the low creature you are. As I smoke a long white Virginia Slim 120, each drag asserts my control. I blow smoke in your direction—close enough to taste, but not close enough to earn. You’re not My ashtray… yet. And I don’t like to wait.
