So you wandered into my advertisement, little worm. Consider what that says about you.
Royalty is not a costume I put on in the evenings. Tafari: the name means the one to whom respect is owed, and from this line onward it is owed by you. You will kneel. You will bring tribute, and you will bring it often.
There is a very particular pleasure in prising open an over-decorated mind and taking it apart from the inside. Hand yourself over completely and you become string and wood — I do the moving, and from that moment I am your Mistress.
My eyes will find yours and yours will drop. The floor will find your knees. Your hands will lift, and they will lift for one purpose only: to honour me, sovereign of that small heart of yours.
Formal address at all times, obviously. Rank is not something we share, and never shall be.
Every discipline of domination belongs to me. Nothing forbidden. Nothing off the table.
Will you step into my world, then, and find out what happiness under gynarchy actually feels like?
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