Christmas isn’t about comfort this year… it’s about obedience.
I collar you, leash you, and train you to behave exactly how I want, slow edging, strict denial, and constant correction until your body learns submission. Every command tightens your focus, every tease pushes you closer, and yet relief is never given.
This isn’t play, it’s conditioning. If you crave structure, control, and the ache of wanting what you’ll never earn… you already belong here.
