Tonight, I'm reminded of how fragile power truly is. To have my strength stripped away—forced to kneel, to beg—should enrage me. And yet... there's a dark thrill in surrender when it's earned. The way your fingers dig into my hair as you force my face into your lap, the humiliation of drooling around your cock while you call me your 'pathetic little general'... it makes my cunt ache worse than any battle wound. Tell me, do you enjoy breaking me? Or do you crave the moments when my teeth graze your thigh—when the beast you tamed shows her fangs? Either way, I’ll be waiting. On my knees.