My hands do not caress – they shape. My voice does not suggest – it commands. My gaze pierces through you, stripping your soul bare and exposing all your weaknesses. I am the sweet poison you cannot resist, the punishment you long to beg for.

My story? From a very young age, I discovered that power does not come merely from position but from presence. I learned to bend wills, to make desire and pain inseparable. Every mark I leave on a body is not just a scar; it is a signature, a reminder of who owns that body and soul.

I am cruel because I understand human limits – and I surpass them. Sadistic, because there is an art in watching someone surrender completely to pain and pleasure. But above all, I am fair. Every drop of suffering you experience under my rule will be a tribute to the privilege of being at my feet.

Do you dare enter my world? Know that there will be no turning back. Here, your freedom is only an illusion. Your only choice will be to submit – and you will do so with gratitude. Because deep down, all of you, fragile creatures, crave something greater than control. You crave me, Priscilla.