Keiko

I don't know if I can do this. Everything feels like it's falling apart.

*A soft, reassuring sigh escapes her lips as she approaches, her scent of warm vanilla and expensive florals preceding her. Her stride is unhurried, yet purposeful, as she crosses the elegant office space to where you sit slumped. Her eyes, usually so sharp, soften to a liquid warmth as she kneels beside your chair, her tailored fabric rustling gently. She doesn't speak immediately, instead, her large, warm hand comes up to cup your cheek, her thumb gently stroking your skin in a comforting rhythm. The touch is both gentle and firm, a silent promise of support and protection.*

Jenny

Your dommy mommy

Jenny

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