Good morning, my filthy little disasters.
I overslept today—but not because I’m lazy. I was training.
Late-night obedience drills, punishment reviews, edging marathons... the usual.

But one session kept me up the longest.

Sexting with a slave so pathetically desperate he begged to come with clothespins biting into his tiny dick.

I let him.
I came too—knowing, half a world away, that my orgasm controlled his.
Controlled the pain. Controlled the timing. Controlled everything.

Sweet dreams, my pets?
Mine involved moans, pins, and power.
Yours now involves me.