I Instruct. You Obey.

I don’t seduce.

I commandeer.

My mouth is a directive.

My gaze—non-negotiable.

When I say strip,

I’m not flirting.

I’m reprogramming your impulse control.

You want safe words?

Earn them.

You want praise?

Convulse for it.

I am not interested in being adored.

I want to be obeyed.

I want you pliant,

not polite.

On your back like a liturgy.

Throat open.

Jaw slack.

Body tuned to my cadence.

Don't call me mistress.

That’s a title for the tame.

I’m Butch.

I don’t punish.

I remodel.

I don’t coax.

I command.

And when I finish with you—

you won’t thank me.

You’ll worship

the violence of being undone

by something holy.

xoxo, B.