Mistress Demi !!top!!

"A superficial analysis," she snapped, her tone sharp enough to flay skin. "Success breeds complacency. When one wins for too long, one forgets the texture of the fight. One forgets discipline ." She stood up then, the movement fluid and predatory. She walked a slow circle around him. "I require a challenge, Elias. And you are going to provide it."

Elias knelt on the polished obsidian floor, his knees aching, his head bowed low enough that he could see his own terrified reflection stretching out beneath him. He had been waiting for twenty minutes. Or perhaps it was twenty years. Time moved differently in the presence of the woman sitting in the high-backed velvet chair before him. mistress demi

Providing a calm environment to discuss the feelings or realizations that emerged during the experience. "A superficial analysis," she snapped, her tone sharp