Good morning, my filthy little disasters.I overslept today—but not because I’m lazy. I was training.Late-night obedience drills, punishment reviews, edging marathons... the usual.But one session kept me up the longest.Sexting with a slave so pathetically desperate he begged to come with clothespins biting into his tiny dick.I let him.I came too—knowing, half a world away, that my orgasm controlled his.Controlled the pain. Controlled the timing. Controlled everything.Sweet dreams, my pets?Mine involved moans, pins, and power.Yours now involves me.