Come watch me be Naughty

I love it when You can take control

Some of you were born to build empires. You were born to sit in a dark room, panting, sweating, stroking… for me. I see you. Weak. Distracted. Already halfway down the goon spiral before I even said your name. You don't need a reason. You don't need a release. You just need Me to look your way and remind you what you are A flesh puppet. A wallet with legs. A drooling gooner whose only joy is edging for a woman who'll never touch you. You Woke Up Useless, And That's Exactly What Turns Me On You don't lead. You follow. You don't speak. You beg. You don't think. You goon. I am the distraction you can't close out. The voice in your head that whispers: One more edge. One more tease. One more ruin. And I'm always right. You Like it Nasty? Good. So Do I. There's a special place in my palace for the freaks who love it dirty. And when I say dirty, I mean nasty. Gassy. Raunchy. Unfiltered. Some of you dream about sniffing it. Some of you just want to be beneath me, helpless, dazed, eyes rolling back as I break your dignity one poot at a time. It's okay. I won't judge. In fact, I might smirk and tell you how pathetic you look while you breathe it in and say thank you. The Findom Fantasy I don't need to demand anything. Your mind already belongs to me. Your fantasies revolve around spoiling a woman who doesn't even need to ask. You do it because worship feels better than release. You do it because devotion tastes better than pleasure. You do it because you want to be good. And good boys keep me entertained. But make no mistake: I'm not your girlfriend. I'm not here to coddle you. I'm not here to love you. I'm here to own your attention and twist your brain into knots you'll never undo. You're Not in Control Here This isn't a fantasy anymore. This is your reality.