Sweet red beast Rudbeckia in Indianapolis 📍 Indianapolis

My red hair is on fire, and every movement of my body is a sentence of your will. You are my personal slave, who has no right to touch or look away. The black lace on my hips is not underwear, it is a boundary that you do not dare to cross without my command. I carry within me the power that breaks the usual roles. I will command, and you will stand for hours on your knees, ready to take a hundred blows for the slightest caress. Every second next to me is an exam that you will fail again and again. I will take away from you even the hope of mercy and leave only the desire to be in my power. When you become my slave, you will understand that even the darkness obeys me.