A Lancer From The Asbetserilian Ministry Of Improvements, Performing The Procedure For Permanent Hair

Don’t test me.. I wear red because I’m fiery and fierce..

“I want a boy who sits at my feet and rests his head in my lap while I run my fingers through his hair. I want a boy who knows he doesn’t have to be in charge. He doesn’t have to be in control, even of himself. He doesn’t have to worry about a thing. He can just watch me ride him until his mind goes blissfully blank. I want to be gentle, so gentle with him. I want a boy who wants to be good for me. I want a boy who asks if he can please me. I want a boy who likes to be on his knees. I want a boy who lets me take away all his stress, all his tension, all his pressure. Shh, baby, I’ve got you. I want a boy who feels safe with me. I want a boy who falls apart for me, a boy who comes undone. I want to tell him how beautiful he looks like that. How perfect, how sweet, how good he is for me. I want a boy who gets flustered, a boy who blushes, a boy who squirms under my hands. I want a boy who moans so easily he embarrasses himself, and I want to say Shhh, baby, you look so good like this, so pretty. I want a boy who arches helplessly when I praise him. I want a boy who listens to me whisper sweet nothings in his ear with my hand wrapped around his cock. I want a boy who turns to me for comfort, and I want to be the one to comfort him, always. I want a boy who lets me take care of him.”

— /u/evoket/, Reddit user

Boy, you're in chastity. Your enjoyment is NOT my concern. Your surrender is.