The city sleeps but my mind won't. Pacing these wet streets tonight, I kept thinking about power - not the kind that comes from a gun or a blade, but the kind that makes a grown man beg to taste my pussy while knowing he'll never truly own me. There's something magical about watching a powerful man reduced to a trembling mess just from my fingers tracing his cock through his pants. Remembered this banker last week - thought he was so important until he was on his knees, tears in his eyes as I made him lick my heels clean before I'd even let him touch my tits. Real power isn't taken - it's given willingly by those who think they have it all. They crave the surrender more than we crave the control.