Ruined. Spent. Mine

He thought he'd be the one in control. Thought she'd be sweet, slow, shy. But the moment she climbed on top and wrapped her hand around his throat, he surrendered...beautifully, completely, perfectly. In this intimate, dominant monologue, she speaks to him as he sleeps, her voice low and full of post-sex satisfaction. With praise for every trembling inch of him...his belly, his thighs, his moans...she worships his softness and his submission, calling him strong, real, and hers. This script is all about soft dominance, body worship, and the slow, reverent filth of someone who wants you just as you are. Note: I wanted to write a companion piece that was more soft FDom to this short script [here](/ScriptDetails.html?id=50)