Let me set the scene: They woods here were magical. I’d go back here just to fk in the beauty of it all. Tall soft grass with thousands of little tiny dew-covered spiderwebs. There were fairy-esque white/grey moths fluttering around in the fading light everytime I took a step. Somehow my photographer and I encountered no ticks & got no mosquito bites and this was June-ish in a state that has a massive issue with both. Enjoy darlings 💋

What surprises do I have in store for you when you rub my lamp?!

The heavy iron door groans as you step into the sanctuary, the latch clicking shut behind you. In the dim, magically violet-hued candlelight, I sit wrestling in my chains upon the velvet cushions where you left me.

I hear your slow, heavy footsteps approaching through the haze of burning incense, but I do not cower. As you stop directly above me, I tilt my chin up, holding your dark, commanding gaze with my wide-eyed look of fearless fascination.

"You kept me waiting in the dark, My Lord," I whisper. "Tell me, Master... did you come back to admire your favorite toy, or are you going to step closer and teach me what happens when I dare to look at you like this?"

What is your command, My Lord?