Wrapped in lace. On my knees. Obedient... almost. That’s how you like me, right? Just bratty enough to deserve discipline. My curves were made to be claimed, my smile a dare. I want to be told what to do—and punished when I don’t. The pull between dominance and submission? That’s where the fire is. Touch me slow or take me hard, either way I’m yours. Let’s make obedience an earned reward.








