It's so simple, pet. I get what I want. Always. Some men revere Me as a princess, eager to kneel at My royal feet. Others curse Me as a brat, helplessly wrapped around My finger. Neither are wrong. I know that I am beautiful. I know the power that I hold over you, and I know every one of your buttons, the ones that are practically begging to be pushed. I know how to send you spiraling into a delicious haze of desperation, fanning the flames of your desire until it threatens to consume every last shred of common sense. Until you are putty in My pretty hands, ready to be molded, ready to sacr... Show more