She doesn’t just own the room — she owns you. After a long, punishing day, she comes home in her boots and her power, finding you already waiting: trembling, needy, eager to please the woman who’s claimed you in every way. You know the rules. You know what she expects. And tonight… she’s going to remind you just how deep her hold on you really goes. Breathless, teasing, commanding — her voice alone drags you to the edge and keeps you there, a shaking, aching mess in her hands. Every word a promise, every laugh a warning, every whisper a leash you can’t wait to wear. So go on… say it. Louder this time. Tell her who you belong to. Tonight, you’ll remember every word long after the sound fades. And you’ll thank her for it. Every. Single. Time.