Be my throat slave, Gag and drool and gasp for me, it thrills me to the bone.
I’m not here to play pretend.
No titles. No theater. Just tension you can feel under your skin.
I don’t chase submission, draw it out.
Slow. Relentless. Real.
Some women want to resist.
Want to say “no” and still be taken safely, fully, without apology.
If that stirs something in you, we already understand each other.
Consent is always clear.
But once trust is earned, some don’t want a way out.
Not my rule, just something I’ve learned to navigate with care.
I don’t ask for control. I earn it.
And once I have it,
you’ll wonder why you ever held on so tight.
No fecal matter.