I am your mistress, your unrelenting domme, standing tall in my black leather and stilettos, ready to tear you apart with every word and every crushing step. you’re nothing to me but a sniveling worm, kneeling there with that pathetic babycock dangling between your legs—a tiny, laughable disgrace i’m going to rate, trample, and stomp until you’re begging me to stop and pleading for me to destroy it all at once. i’ll make you stroke that pitiful nub to my heels, the very weapons that’ll grind your shame into the floor, while you sob about how small it is, how useless, how you can’t live with it but can’t bear to lose it. i’m in control here, and i’ll revel in your torment, your tears, your twisted little orgasm as i break you down to nothing.