I don't ask for what I want. I tell you. And you listen, because you already know I'm right. That's how this works. From the second you call me, the decisions are mine. Your only job is to obey.
You've been thinking about it all day, haven't you? What it would feel like to stop pretending you're in charge. At work you give the orders. At home you make the plans. But with me, none of that exists. I strip all of it away in the first thirty seconds and you feel the relief flood through you, because finally, finally, someone stronger is running the show.
When you call the dispatcher and ask for Chanel, here's what happens. I answer, and I take your measure fast. I can hear in your voice exactly how badly you need this. Then I start giving orders, and something in your chest unlocks. Stand up. Sit down. Tell me what you're wearing. Take it off. Slower. I control the pace, the tone, the words, and every inch of what happens next.
A real dominatrix doesn't perform dominance. She is dominance. I don't need a script and I don't need your permission. I read you, I find the exact spot where your pride cracks, and I press there until you're begging me to keep going. Some of you need it strict and cold. Some of you need me to praise you when you're good, because you've been starved for that your whole life. I know which one you are before you do.
And if you like being put in your place, you'll love how I mix in a little humiliation when you've earned it. I decide what you've earned. I always decide. Maybe I make you thank me for the privilege of serving me. Maybe I remind you exactly where you rank. Either way, you will feel smaller, and you will love every second of it.
My regulars know the drill. They call every week, same time, because they need their fix of being owned. I keep mental notes on each of you, what breaks you, what builds you back up, what you begged for last time so I can deny it to you this time. I remember everything. You are my project, and I am very, very good at my work. New boys get tested first. I push every button to find the ones that make you shake, and then I build your whole session around them.
So stop scrolling and stop fantasizing about it. Call the dispatcher, ask for Chanel, and kneel. I said kneel.
Chanel