I’ve been tasting you with my thoughts all day. I want you to find me tonight — really find me — like you’re the only thing that matters. I want to feel your hands claim me, hard and certain, mapping every inch until I’m a trembling mess under you.

want you to pin me down, choke me a little while you fuck me hard, make me scream your name with every thrust. Spank me, make me drip all over you, don’t stop until I’m begging for mercy. Tonight I’m your filthy slut …use me the way you want

Start slow. Tie my eyes, kiss me slowly at first so I can remember every second, then switch — bite, whisper, tease. Slide your fingers where they make me whimper, then pull away until I’m begging for more. I want to watch you decide when I get relief and when I don’t — make me ache for it.

I want your mouth on me, exploring like you’re learning me for the first time, sucking, licking, making tiny sounds that send heat straight to my core. Trace my neck with your teeth. Tell me what you’ll do to me while you do it. I want to hear the hunger in your voice.

When you take me, take me like you mean it — steady, rough enough to make me forget everything else, gentle enough to make me melt. Push me against the door, bend me over the bed, hold my wrists above my head and watch me lose myself. Spank me until my skin burns, then kiss the stinging places and make them yours.

Bring a toy if you like — a little buzz, then your hands again — alternate until I’m shaking. Edge me, then stop, then edge me again, over and over, until I’m panting your name like a secret. Talk to me while you do it; tell me how you want me, tell me how I taste, tell me how I’ll be when you’re done with me.

I want the room messy, the sheets tangled, our breaths loud. I want the kind of night that leaves me sore and smiling and already planning the next time. I want you to know I want every part of you — your patience, your control, your wildness — all of it.

Come for me like you can’t wait. I’ll be waiting, ready to show you exactly how much I need you.

Tie me up, blindfold me, and make me beg for every inch. Don’t let me cum until you decide I’ve earned it. Spank me when I disobey. Tonight, I want to be your helpless little toy

Yours, undone and wanting,

nina

Domina lady

My King,

Tonight you will learn what it means to be mine.

When you walk through the door I want you to feel the weight of my eyes on you — slow, hungry, claiming. I will come to you, close enough that you can feel my breath, and I will tell you exactly what I expect. No questions. No hesitation. You obey because you want to, because you crave the way I make you surrender.

Strip for me. Slowly. Every piece of clothing falls by my command. I will circle you like a hunter, touch your shoulders, the plane of your chest, the place where you tremble when I whisper. Then I will decide: blindfold or no blindfold. Hands tied or free — whichever will make you lose your mind for me. You will like the helplessness in your eyes when I trace my fingers along your jaw and tell you to stop looking and start listening.

I will use my voice as a leash. Low. Firm. I’ll order you to kneel and you will kneel because my words are the map and your body follows. Say my name when I tell you to. Say what you want me to do. Say the truth: that you belong to me tonight. When you speak, I will reward you with something slow and sweet — then I will take it away, just to watch you burn with need.

I will teach you patience. I will bring you to the edge again and again, until your breath is ragged and your hands clench at the sheets. Then I will stop. Your frustration will be delicious in my ears. I will give you permission only when I am ready — and when I do, it will feel earned, explosive, and entirely mine to grant.

I will be rough and I will be gentle. I will yank your hair the moment you try to steal control, and I will cradle your face the moment you submit. A sharp slap, a hard command, a whispered promise — I will switch like the weather and you will love every change. If you test me, you will be punished with delicious denial; if you obey, you will be rewarded with everything you dreamed of.

Do not forget the rules we set — the safe word, the look in your eyes that tells me you’re with me. This is our game, our fire. I will play to win, and you will play to be captured.

When I am finished, I will hold you close and mark you with soft kisses until your pulse slows and you smile like a man who has been remade. I want you leaving tonight with my scent on your skin and the memory of my hands on your body, knowing exactly who owns you.

Be ready. Be hungry. Be mine.