Dates in London

He spoke before kneeling.
Just once. A small mistake. I noticed.

I didn’t punish out of anger.
I punished to remind him who I am.

Silence isn’t empty. It’s powerful.
When he stops resisting, that’s when he truly belongs.

This isn’t about games or power plays.
It’s about structure. Control. Purpose.

He cried after—not from ***, but from knowing I saw him.
And that was enough.