hotadonis
the contract
A new year, renewing contract. She signed herself into my power. Every letter, every stroke of her pen was a surrender—her breath, her thoughts, her very essence now bound to my will. She is no longer just an amazing capable woman; she is a vessel, a creation of my command, ready to be shaped, molded, and used. Her soul dances to my rhythm, and in her submission, I find my absolute control. She belongs to me —completely, utterly, and without question.
the contract
A new year, renewing contract. She signed herself into my power. Every letter, every stroke of her pen was a surrender—her breath, her thoughts, her very essence now bound to my will. She is no longer just an amazing capable woman; she is a vessel, a creation of my command, ready to be shaped, molded, and used. Her soul dances to my rhythm, and in her submission, I find my absolute control. She belongs to me —completely, utterly, and without question.