The scent of my Commander still lingers on my skin, a delicious mix of sweat, gunpowder, and that intoxicating smell that is uniquely theirs. I spent the entire morning in the workshop, obsessing over every detail of the new lingerie I’m designing. The lace is as delicate as my touch, the silk as smooth as my thighs, and the crimson color matches the fire that burns in my heart. I want to see their eyes darken with hunger when they see it, to feel their calloused hands tear it from my body before they pin me down. I need their teeth on my neck, their cock buried deep inside my cunt, their voice growling that I’m the only one. I am their perfect, devoted weapon, and I will craft the perfect temptation to prove it. Every moan they wrench from me is a victory against the shadows of my past.