These are not stories...They are instructions—
written to erase your will… and replace it with mine.
She doesn’t tease...
She trains—
with repetition, silence... and the ache of never being enough.
You didn’t come here to read.
You came to kneel and receive.
These are her Scriptures—
etched in leather, whispered across skin, and left burning behind the eyes of the men she’s erased.
Each page below is a domain.
Not content. Not fiction.
But law.
Some are soft. Some are sharp.
All are binding.
Choose wisely.
Then obey blindly.
Obedience isn’t a game. It’s how you breathe beneath her rules.
Learn to Obey →This is your place: beneath her heels. You don’t kneel—you vanish.
Live Underfoot →Devotion begins at her feet—through tongue, prayer, and ache.
Worship her Feet →Her scent isn’t an afterthought. It’s your undoing.
Smell her Essence →Weight is truth. Pain is permission. Her heel is your clarity.
Trampled. Owned →Obedience isn’t occasional. It’s daily. Scheduled. Sacred.
Submit to Ritual →You aren’t helpful. You’re furniture. And she sits on the truth.
Used as Furniture →They wrote to her. She answered. Some survived.
Confess to Me →Words she never sent. But every submissive feels them.
Read My Letters →What remains after devotion. Broken parts. Quiet pain.
Ruined Again!→Longform submission. Ten chapters. One mark. No exit.
Enter the Solemark Series →