Control and surrender are never equal. I decide how they move between us. I circle you slowly, your eyes locked on my hips swaying, on the shape of my thighs, on what I keep hidden between them. I let you feel me without a touch, making you restless with every step. Then your hand catches mine, pulling me closer, dragging me into your space. For a moment, you think you have claimed me, turned me the way you wanted. But I take it back, every inch of thigh, every curve of hip, every part you thought you owned, mine again.… Read more

You obey because I command it. Kneel where I want you, keep your eyes fixed on my legs, on the anklet flashing with every move, on the heels that hold you beneath me. You don’t speak, you don’t touch, you wait until I tell you what comes next. I could let you closer, close enough to feel my warmth wrapping around you, but I would rather keep you still, held exactly where I placed you. You crave more, but I keep it beyond reach, because I decide when desire turns into permission. And you will stay there, wanting, until I release you.… Read more

My control, your surrender. If I tell you to lift your eyes, you will. Slow, deliberate, giving me the moment exactly how I want it. I decide how long you hold my gaze, how deep you fall into it, how much of me you are allowed to see. You wait on my command, knowing it’s the only thing that moves you forward. I guide your silence, your thoughts, the way your body obeys even when you try to resist. And when I have had enough, I take it back, leaving you caught in the pull of what you thought was yours, but was only ever mine.… Read more

On your knees until I release you. Kneel, exactly where I told you to. You don’t move unless I command it, and you don’t speak unless I allow it. Your eyes stay on me, on my legs, on the anklet flashing when I move, on the heels that keep me above you. I could close the distance, let you feel how near I am, but I won’t. I would rather keep you there, fixed in the place I chose for you, restless for what I keep beyond your reach. This is where you belong, low, waiting, wanting. And you will stay like this until I decide you have earned more of me.… Read more

Some nights I wrap my hijab close, the hijab hugging my shape, and I make sure it falls just enough for the anklet to be visible when I move. I think about standing in a crowded place, my eyes on nothing in particular, while a hand slips beneath the cloth and finds the warm skin above my knee. The fingers would move slowly, pressing and exploring as if they have all the time in the world, making it impossible for me to take a deep breath. I would keep my head still, my lashes low, and let the moment stretch, feeling my heartbeat rise with every inch taken. The anklet would sway and catch the l… Read more

You will obey because I tell you to. You think you could command me, but that’s the illusion I allow. You are here because I put you here, and every move you imagine is one I chose to give. I could stand still, not because you told me to, but because I wanted you to feel like your words had power. You could watch me, drink in the shape I let you see, the curve, the stance, the stillness I hold you in. You could believe you are the one deciding what happens next. But I already know how far I will let you go, how close I will let you come. Your voice doesn’t lead me, it follows me. Every thought… Read more

You stay because I say so. You didn’t choose this, I chose it. You are here because I told you to be, and you will stay until I decide you have earned the right to leave. Your eyes belong on me, fixed where I put them, following every move I make. I control what you see, how close you get, and how much you are allowed. I can make you want so hard that it burns through every thought, and still deny you the one thing you think you need. I want you restless, burning to reach, desperate to imagine the way I would let you close. And then I pull it away, sharp, deliberate, because I decide when you… Read more

You didn’t come here by chance. I brought you here, and now I will decide how long you stay. I hold you where I want you, choosing how close you get, how much I allow. You wait because I keep you waiting, and you crave because I make you crave. But I could let you think you have taken it. I could let you step in, touch what I let you touch, move me exactly where you want me. I could give you that illusion of control, just long enough to feel like I belong to you. And then I take it back, every thought, every image, every inch, just to remind you that it was always mine. You don’t own me, you f… Read more

If you told me to stop, I would. If you told me to wait, I would do it until you said otherwise. You could guide every part of me, and I would let you, not because I had to, but because I wanted to. I would give you the moment, the stillness, the complete control you would take without asking. I would stay where you placed me until you were ready for more.… Read more

Stay because I said so. You are here because I want you here. You are reading because I decided you should. I know exactly how to hold you in place, how to make you think this is your choice when it never was. I could let you imagine more of me, but only when I decide you have earned it. You follow because you like being led. You stay because I told you to. And when I am done, you will wait until I call you back.… Read more

Until I decide or you do. You read me because I let you. I set the pace, choose the moments you are allowed to imagine, and hold your attention exactly where I want it. I could keep you waiting forever if I wished, letting desire tighten inside you until it’s almost too much. But sometimes I wonder what it would feel like if I stopped holding the leash. If I let you take it from my hand and pull me exactly where you wanted me to be. I could stand in front of you with my eyes lowered, my words fading into silence, and let you tell me what I am allowed to do next. I could give up my control enti… Read more

I could pretend I am in control, but we both know I am not when it comes to you. You could tell me to stay, to kneel, to wait, and I would do it without asking why, because I would want to. I would want to feel the edge of your control wrapping around me, keeping me exactly where you think I belong. You could take my words and turn them into something that only pleases you, and I would still give you more. You could tell me to keep my eyes down, my voice soft, and my body still, and I would obey until you allowed otherwise. You could own my thoughts, my desires, and every part of me that I hav… Read more

You will listen. You think you can read me and not obey me, but you are wrong, because the moment your eyes move across my words, I already own you. I tell you what to see, what to imagine, what to want, and you follow without even noticing. Your role is simple, watch me, want me, and wait until I decide you have earned more. I am not here to please you, I am here to claim every thought you have until they all belong to me. Every word I write is a command dressed as a confession, and every image you hold of me is exactly where I want your mind to stay. When I cross my legs, you notice,… Read more

Obedience without asking. Sometimes I see a body follow mine, without needing to be told how. My hijab stays wrapped while my legs open just enough to speak for me. The anklet touches deeper when I move without offering anything. It turns me on knowing someone can read my breath and still not touch. I don’t offer instructions, I don’t explain. I cross my legs like it means something, and somehow it always does. When I don’t move, everything else starts to wait with me, like the room knows who it belongs to. I want more than a body that follows , I want the mind that waits. I want silence that… Read more