You're already touching yourself while reading this, aren't you?
And yet… your excuses whisper louder than your desire.
"I don't know if I can handle it."
"I'll wait until next year."
"It's too expensive."
"What if I fail?"
When people approach me—slaves, submissives, or seekers on the tantric path—they often ask: "Are you still active?"
Female Supremacy, that I am a grate believer of,is not a costume you wear, it's a current you feel.
It doesn't shout; it commands in silence.It's not about punishing men—
It's about reclaiming the gravity of womanhood in a world that taught us to shrink.
"After 64 years… I finally saw myself." He said with trembling lips and eyes wide open, not just with tears, but with recognition.
It always starts soft. A little massage and then...an "oops, how did my finger end up there moment".
Just enough to make him freeze, eyes wide open. One twitch, one breath held too long—that's all I need. I've seen it.
Unbelievable how many so-called "submissives" slide into my inbox with "you're dominant and oh so wonderful I'm submissive" — as if that sentence alone should unlock a D/s dynamic or earn them a session.
