Mistress Jewell's mischievous grin played on her lips as she prepared for their playful escapade. She carefully prepared the toys, ensuring every touch was tantalizing. “Your existence is pathetic. I don’t want to see your face ever again!" Her words cut away at his psyche sharply. Her fingers razored nails dragged red marks across his skin. "Perhaps," she mused, her gaze locking with his, "I might not release you from my grasp. You could find yourself ensnared in my dungeon of desires permanently." Her words held a controlling power, Female Dominance echoed in the air. Mistress ... Show more