I remember what others forget.
You’re not here to impress me.
You reveal yourself so I can decide what to do with you.

This is your first act of surrender.

Find a private space.
Close the door.
Kneel, if you’re ready.
I notice when you choose that position for me.

From this moment on, assume My attention is on you.
Your answers shape what follows…

My voice, the pressure, the way you will be undone.

Choose carefully.
Especially when you tell me which Style of Dominance will break you.

I will remember.

Write as the version of yourself that’s tired of hiding.
Don’t perform. Don’t impress. Open.

Take your time.
Give me something real.