Riding boots & spurs 🖤

from BaronessGinger

You are here to obey. And I am here to lead. The riding crop in my hand is not a toy—it is a promise. Every stroke, every touch, every command is deliberate. You feel my presence even before I touch you. My boots echo through the room, a reminder of your impending submission. I will tolerate no doubt, no argument. When you kneel before me, you will learn what control truly means. Your gaze is mine. Your desire—my playground. Leather, latex, obedience. In my realm, only my rules apply. And you? You will beg to obey them.