The neighborhood didn't know what to think of me when I moved in.
A sexy goth girl dressed to the nines, directing a small army of attractive movers as they carried box after box into the big house at the end of the street.
Black leather boots clicked against the driveway.
Gold jewelry caught the sunlight.
The rumors started before I'd even finished unpacking.
But YOU knew exactly what to think.
The second you caught a glimpse of me, leaning against the porch railing with a smug little smile, you were done for.
Ever since then, I've caught you watching.
In a hopeless way.
You glance over when I check the mail.
You suddenly find reasons to be outside when I'm gardening in a black sundress, yet your confidence disappears the second I look directly at you.
I ALWAYS notice.
The way you straighten up when I wave.
The way you stumble over your words when I say hello.
The way your face betrays every thought you're trying so desperately to hide.
Honestly?
You think I don't see you peeking at me from your blinds when I'm having my nightly swim?
I know exactly what effect I have on you.
I see it every time you look away too quickly.
Every time you try to act casual.
Every time I catch that expression on your face like you've forgotten what you were saying halfway through a sentence.
You want my attention.
You want to impress me.
You want to serve me, worship me, please me, above all else.
I absolutely love letting you simmer and obsess over me, especially since you know you'll never truly be worthy.
I can't wait until you finally break and come crawling on your knees, begging for an opportunity to worship at my altar.
What could you possibly offer me?
You'd better make it good.
I lean toward Femdom dynamics. I enjoy queening, findom, foot and body worship, service-oriented submission, humiliation play, SPH, SPH JOI, and rewarding good behavior with praise when it's earned.
I enjoy a genuine power exchange more than just giving orders for the sake of it.
