Tum bandh ho… aankhon pe blindfold, haathon pe leather cuffs. Har awaaz ab aur tez lagti hai… meri high heels ki thap-thap, meri saanson ki garmi, aur sabse khaas — meri khamoshi ka pressure. “You’re mine,” main bas itna kehti hoon… lekin meri awaaz mein wo steel hai, jo tumhare poore badan mein current jaisa utar jaata hai. Tum dekh nahi sakte, lekin har touch meri marzi se mehsoos kar rahe ho. Main candle wax ki heat aur ice cube ki chill dono laayi hoon… kyunki main tumhe sirf pleasure nahi, edge dikhana chahti hoon — jo mere touch se thoda darta ho, lekin usi mein pighal bhi jaaye. Mera command simple hai: “React mat karna… jab tak main na kahu.” Par main toh chahti hoon ke tum control khona chaho… aur phir bhi mujhe satisfy karne ke liye sab kuch jhel jao. That’s your place — beneath me, for me, only me. Tumhari har saans, har halka se hilaav… meri aankhon mein weakness hai. Aur mujhe tumhara todna achha lagta hai… dheere dheere, respect ke saath… lekin power se pura under me.