Spoil Me. Starve Yourself. Obey Silently.

“Your suffering funds My pleasure. Your restraint builds My empire.”

Let Me paint a picture for you...

I’m draped in silk.

My heels echo through the marble floors.

Diamonds drips from My wrists.

And you? You're skipping lunch to afford My lunch with My Alpha Husband.

Delicious.

This is what true power feels like—

When you get aroused by denial.

When hunger becomes holy.

When you skip drinks with friends just to send Me a new fragrance.

I don’t even say thank you.

Why would I?

You’re not here to be acknowledged.

You’re here to be used.

To be emptied.

To be forgotten… until I want more.

Now open that wallet.

Not a word.

Silence.

Because your obedience is golden, but your silence is platinum.

💋

— Mistress Cashmir

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