My soft, intoxicating words wrap around your fragile mind while the view of my curves keeps you rooted in weakness. Every motion, every low murmur is a thread I pull, twisting your thoughts until all you can do is stare and obey. Even my warning can’t prepare you for how undone you’ll be.
My bust amplifies every command, every tease, and you twist tighter under the pressure of it. Stay and watch me unravel you, pet, because being weak for me is exactly where you belong.