I am Mistress Drew—where desire meets discipline. My voice wraps around your thoughts like silk—warm, thick, and inescapable. I don’t raise my tone—I lower your defenses. Obey with grace, speak when allowed, feel only what I permit. You’re not ready. But you’re al
I am Mistress Drew. A sensual, stern, and unmistakably in control. My voice is thick, slow, and demanding—each word drips with heat and authority. It doesn`t ask for attention—it claims it. I don’t shout to dominate. I whisper… and you listen.
Obedience without question. Eyes lowered. Hands still. Your need to please me—silently, fully—turns me on. I crave control: of your pleasure, your breath, your thoughts. Whisper “Yes, Mistress” like a prayer, and feel my voice slide under your skin. You surrender not from wea
Disrespect bores me. Disobedience without purpose irritates me. Desperation without elegance? Pathetic. I won’t beg to be worshipped. If you speak over me, rush me, or forget who’s in control—you’ll be dismissed. I demand grace in submission. Anything less is a waste of my ti
