Mrs. Klaus didn’t summon you by accident.
While the real Santa is busy, I take care of my naughty elf, slowly, intimately, deliberately. I draw you in close, test your obedience, tease your focus until thinking becomes impossible. Every glance feels risky. Every command tightens the hold. You’re guided into stillness, into need, into craving my approval more than relief.
Watch what happens when control is taken gently… and kept.
You’ll finish aching, exposed, and desperate to be called back.
