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Darling you know, I waited for you in that shimmering green gown—soft silk hugging my curves, the slit high on one thigh, and my favourite implements in my hand, ready and eager. But you never showed. I stood there ready, wondering what kind of mischief I would inflict on you—instead you left me waiting. So now, here I am, speaking to you, imagining your butt reddened, my hand, cane or paddle pressing just right, hearing your soft moans, watching your skin flush under my control. I lean closer to the cam and whisper what you would've gotten: the sting of leather, the crack of my paddle, the warm tears you couldn't hide, the submission I would demand—your full surrender. Then, I slide my gown aside, revealing that I wear no panties beneath. I part my legs wide for you, pressing my thighs into imagining all the kinky things I'd do to you—how I'd tease, torment, thrust, and take full pleasure in bending you to my will. I moan your name softly: I want you here, with me.