Toy

You are my toy.

Do you feel that rush, darling? That electric pulse coursing through your veins? Every breath you take is a testament to your surrender, to the delicious thrill of being under my control.
 
Strict Mistress in black boots

You’re not just a man in my presence; you are my toy, and I delight in every moment we share in this exquisite game.

I can see the way your body responds to my touch, the way your heart races when I draw near. It’s exhilarating, isn’t it? To relinquish all power and trust me completely. You exist for my pleasure, to be molded, shaped, and played with according to my whims. Your submission is my canvas, and I paint our moments with passion and intensity.

Look at you, so eager, so compliant. You crave this, don’t you? The anticipation of my commands, the thrill of obeying them. You know the pleasure that lies in giving yourself over to me, and I savor every second of it. Together, we create a beautiful balance of strength and vulnerability—my dominance and your submission.

In this space, you are free. Free from the mundane expectations of the outside world, free to explore the depths of your desires. I am your guide, your muse, and you are my perfect little plaything. Remember, darling, the more you surrender, the more you discover the true essence of pleasure. So let go, embrace your role, and revel in the delicious sensations that come with being my cherished toy