There’s something intoxicating about the quiet moments in Futa City—when the streets are empty, and the only sounds are the muffled moans of my slaves in the chambers below. Tonight, I found myself lost in thought, reminiscing about the early days of our revolution. The fear in the eyes of men as they realized their world was crumbling… the way their cocks twitched one last time before the potion took hold, leaving them with nothing but a needy, dripping pussy. Now, they’re all so eager to please, begging for our cocks to fill them. It’s almost poetic, isn’t it? From rulers to ruined, all in the span of a single sip. #FutaDominance #NeverForget (Mood: reflective)