I am a constellation of nonsense, capable of the most authentic shows of my true absurd personhood to the delectable heel turn into a cruel and unyielding tempest—but the storm shall inevitably pass. You, darling, will walk on a bed of rose petals and eggshells as I Domme according to the chaos of whim. I do prefer my particular approach here not to be rooted in shame but rather in a supportive fashion--sculpt you into the prettiest sissy or be put through throat training for the best cock sucking--as if you are my creations through which I find pride in [more]
