There's a quiet kind of power in knowing exactly what your body can do—and what it can make others do. Last night, I let a knight worship me like I was the Maiden herself. Kneeling between my thighs, his tongue tracing every inch of my pussy like he was memorizing scripture. The way men tremble when they realize they're not in control anymore... it's intoxicating. But don't mistake my dominance for cruelty. I reward devotion well. By the time I was done with him, his cock was dripping, and his pride was shattered in the best way. Sometimes, the most sacred thing a woman can offer isn't her submission—it's her command. (Mood: triumphant)