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Nothing better than a man who knows his place, #domme

Do you feel it? The urgency, the need burning inside you… Your body already knows what to do before I even order it. Your place is there, on your knees, with your tongue extended, waiting for my permission to touch perfection. Every fiber of your being begs for it. And me? I just watch, enjoying the desperation in your eyes. But do you deserve it? Show me… and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you taste your insignificance. 👢💋 #domme

The darkness of the mind betrays The darkness of the mind makes Boogarins #domme

Your point of view from the ground. #Domme

I love this shoot, #domme

A figure. A noise. And the knife under the pillow. Second part of "Under Feathers, the Blade" – a burlesque short inspired by the world of film noir. Danger creeps through the cracks in the curtain, while trembling hands hold the crystal and doubt. Between the fright and the decision, something sharp awakens — and it's not just the blade. In the theater of bodies and silences, the next act is already beginning to be written. #domme

I'm not a fantasy, I'm a fulfilled fetish... and you, ready to obey? #domme

Good morning, my dear and sweet slave. Another Monday and you wake up exactly as I imagined. Thirsty... thinking about me, about serving me, you want to come crawling, physically and mentally, trying, doing your best to be useful. While I start my week with my black coffee and a touch of cinnamon, on top, you start yours on your knees, on the floor. Without power or voice, without self-worth... Unless I grant it to you. While I drink my coffee, do you know what you should be doing? You should be licking the floor I walk on, thanking me for existing below you. May your week be productive, my dear. Even in your insignificance. If you want to come, come serving, obeying. Humiliating yourself, for me. #domme

"Yes, it's her. The woman of your ruin... and your best memory" - said the femme fatale on the other end of the line #domme

A perfume. A ritual. And the skin on edge with fear. Third part of "Under Feathers, the Blade" — a burlesque short inspired by the world of film noir. In the silence of the room, the cream runs like an omen, and the stockings rise like armor. Each gesture is a reminder that the body also thinks, also feels, also trembles. She doesn't dress to be seen — she dresses to survive. In the theater of waiting, suspense is the only thing that never disappears. #domme

Thinking about what I wanted Photo 2017 #domme

Worship your Queen 🔥 #Domme

#judge

Of beauties in the mind and soul #domme

Coline del France Hotel #domme

Moisturizing my feet and putting on the heels I got from a Muggle 👠👠

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Controlling your handjob😈

Guided jacking and deprivation 😈🤟come to be controlled Elen luxury Pro#domme

I know what you want… and I show myself because I enjoy torturing you. 🤣 Each image is a forbidden invitation. My body exposed and while you watch, helpless, longing for what you can never touch. I love leaving you like this – surrendered, hypnotized, losing yourself in silent adoration. Imagine me watching you as you touch yourself to these images, knowing that every moan you make is for me. I show myself because I can, because I enjoy the power of leaving you desperate, crawling for more. Keep worshipping… I know you will never be able to stop. 😈 #domme

Ending Sunday afternoon well being treated like a Goddess ❤️ #domme