I don't write for everyone.
I write for the ones who crave surrender - who want more than gentle words and fleeting promises.

I don't write men.
I don't write women.
I write the truth only the brave dare to face.

The truth of belonging.
The truth of freedom found on her knees, eyes shining as she begs for the collar.
The truth of knowing when to obey... and when to kneel.

I don't write forced domination.
I write for those who ache to worship.
For those who only find themselves once they've given everything away.

Surrender is not weakness.
It is worship.

My words will bruise, bite, and linger-like teeth on skin.
They may destroy your idea of love and control.
But I promise, you won't forget the taste.

And the next time you kneel...
you'll remember me.