Dominatrix Annabelle -

Those who entered her world did so at their own peril. For once you stepped into Annabelle's domain, there was no turning back. You were hers, body and soul, until she decreed it otherwise.

Some clients sought pain, others sought pleasure. Some sought both. Annabelle listened attentively, her eyes assessing their limits, before setting the terms of their contract. A single misstep, a single disobedience, and the deal was off. dominatrix annabelle

The rituals were always the same. A bell would ring, signaling the start of the session. The client would enter, eyes downcast, and approach Annabelle with a bow. She would regard them calmly, her voice husky and detached as she outlined the rules of their play. Those who entered her world did so at their own peril

Was it true? Or was it just a clever fabrication, designed to humanize the monster that was Annabelle? No one knew for certain. Some clients sought pain, others sought pleasure