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Tied to Obedience
🕑 Added 2025-02-14 21:19:50 +0000 UTCThe story in a casual tone
So, there she was, just chilling on the couch, right? Smoking a cigarette, totally calm, like she had all the time in the world. She was wearing this blue dress that hugged her just right, looking like she owned the place. And then there was this dude—completely tied up on the floor. I mean, ropes everywhere, even his head was resting under her foot like it was the most natural thing in the world. 😳👠
She flicked some ash from her cigarette, barely glancing down at him, and said, "You comfortable down there? 'Cause you’re not going anywhere." Her voice was super casual, like she was asking about the weather or something. 🚬✨
The guy didn’t say a word—what could he say? He was just lying there, looking up at her like he knew he messed up big time. She leaned back on the couch, crossed her legs, and gave this little smirk. "See? This is why you don’t test me. Now you get to be my footrest. Congrats, champ." 💋🔥
I swear, she wasn’t even mad. She was just… in control, like she was born for it. The way she casually rested her foot on his head, like it wasn’t even a big deal? Man, she was totally owning the moment. "If you behave," she added, blowing out a lazy puff of smoke, "I might let you stay here. You’re kinda useful like this." 👑✨
And that was it. The dude just stayed there, completely silent, like he knew he’d better not mess this up any more than he already had. She just kept smoking, barely paying him any attention. It was like, yeah, she was the queen of the room, no question about it. 🌹💄
