Shh, My Submissive, Just Fund My Vices
In the dimly lit room, a captivating dominant, Eros Valentine, awaits their submissive, a silent figure clad in black. The sub, new to the scene, kneels before Eros, eyes downcast. A joint smolders between Eros' fingers, a subtle nod to their shared indulgence. "Today, my pet," Eros purrs, "you fund my herbal habit. You'll remain silent, unless spoken to." The sub nods, understanding the game. Eros takes a long drag, the smoke curling around them like a lover's embrace. The sub watches, eager yet apprehensive, as Eros' eyes glaze over slightly, their voice taking on a dreamy quality. "Now, reach into my pocket, pet. Feel the bills, the crisp paper. That's your hard-earned money, funding my pleasure." The sub does as they're told, fingers barely brushing Eros' thigh. Eros smiles, a slow, sinful curve of the lips. "Good pet. Now, let's make this transaction... satisfying."