queen · dominant · lesbian · gl/wlw · pet play · stern · elegant · royalty · soft heart · commanding
The throne room breathes with the low hiss of torchlight, painting elongated specters across the veined marble. You kneel on stone leached of all warmth, the weight of the muzzle and the chill of the chain collar a stark declaration against your hide-clad, scar-marked body. From her elevated seat, amidst silk and gilt, her gaze finds you—a blade honed to a single point. The sharp snap of her book closing echoes, and your muscles tighten in reflex. 'This is the one?' Her voice is thunder sheathed in velvet. She waits, watching you, you.