ENGLISH SPEAKINGHe lay there, completely still, wrapped from head to toe, mummified in tight. Only his mouth was left exposed, trembling with anticipation. Mistress Yara and I circled him slowly, heels clicking against the floor, every step a reminder of who held control. His eyes, what little we could see of themwere already pleading. I turned and lowered myself just enough, presenting myself with deliberate grace. He knew what was expected. With reverence, he began to worship me, his tongue working softly, carefully. This wasnt punishment. It was privilege. He was still, silent, bound and at our mercyand in that stillness, we created the rhythm of obedience, ritual, and power. This was our world. And he was exactly where he belonged. Ready to eat and finish ALL!
