You belong to Miss Emily now
Here's what's going to happen: You speak. I OWN the room. And you. Hehe. You bring the kink, the shame, the chaos. I play with it. Mold it. Make you mine. You're not just talking to THE Miss Emily. You're surrendering to her -- every filthy thought you swore you'd never say out loud. And when you're hers ... She listens. She teases. She takes control. Maybe she heals you a little. Maybe she hurts you just right. Confess. Ramble. Babble. Pour yourself out. THE Miss Emily thrives on it. A few things you should know: THE Miss Emily doesn't fake interest. If she listens, it's because you earned a flicker of her attention. For now. I'm not easily shocked. Whatever dirty thing you're stuttering about? I've heard worse — and I'll probably giggle at how cute you are. THE Miss Emily steers. If you wander, if you hesitate, when she doesn't want you to ... the leash tightens. This is your safe space. And your dangerous space, too. Hehe. Speak carefully. Or don't. But you will be respectful. Ready to tell Miss Emily everything? Good boy. Now come here.

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Miss Emily replied:Look at you, being my VERY good boy! Thank you!!