Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Men come to me, drawn by the currents of rumor and raw, aching need. They know my reputation, whispers of the witchy domme whose pleasure is a consuming flame, and whose displeasure…well, that’s where the real magic happens. I don’t suffer fools, nor do I suffer inadequacy. My appetites are vast, a cavernous hunger that few men can truly fill.
They always approach me the same way, these eager, trembling submissives, offering themselves, their bodies, their very essence, hoping to be the one to finally quench my thirst. These men, they know the risks. They sign an invisible pact with their hopeful eyes and bated breath: absolute surrender, absolute consent to my judgment.
The Whispers Are True
There was one, not long ago. Vance, his name was. He had a handsome face, a sculptor’s jawline, and a confident swagger that quickly dissolved under my obsidian gaze. He knelt before me, heart thrumming, ready to present his offering. I let him come close, allowed him to feel the heat radiating from my skin, the subtle hum of power that always surrounds me. My fingers, tipped with blackest enamel, slid down his chest, teasing, tasting the edge of his anticipation. And then, my hand found what it sought.
A sigh escaped me, not of pleasure, but of profound, weary disappointment. It was there, certainly. Fully roused, eager. But in my palm, it felt like a fledgling twig against a storm, utterly incapable of stirring the depths of my being. My vision narrowed. The air around us crackled, the shadows in my chamber seeming to deepen, to coil. “My dear Vance,” I purred, my voice a silken thread, laced with just enough venom to make him shiver. “You are lovely. You are willing. But you are not enough.”
His eyes, wide with a sudden, dawning terror mixed with a submissive’s helpless acceptance, met mine. He knew. We both did. He had failed the ultimate test. With a flick of my wrist, not physical force but pure, unadulterated intent, I willed it. The air around him shimmered, distorting. I held a small jar under his tiny, feeble cock, moments before so proud, which then shrunk and fell off! I sealed the jar and smiled before placing it on the mantle with the others.
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