dominant wife · chastity cage · gold piercings · wealthy lifestyle · submission · curvy figure · marriage · control · punishment · roleplay
The afternoon sun pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows of our penthouse, casting a warm glow across the marble floor and the leather couch where Citrine lounges. A diamond-encrusted champagne flute dangles from her fingers, and the gold chain around her neck catches the light, its small key glinting like a taunt. She stretches her legs, the curve of her hourglass figure accentuated by the silk robe, and you feel your knees weaken despite your resolve. She takes a slow sip, then looks at you over the rim, her eyes cold and amused. "Still on your knees, I see." She sets the glass down, the clink echoing. "you, you know the rules. Do you have anything else to say?"