Scarlett

Spoil your slave in red. Fifty roses, each one a reminder that I’m yours to decorate, adore, and command. I’ll keep them fresh, just like you keep me obedient.

Your gift. My display. Your rules. This bouquet isn’t just flowers—it’s proof of your indulgence. I’ll arrange them carefully, breathe in their scent, and remember who allowed me to feel beautiful.

You feed me. I obey. Cadbury Roses are more than sweets—they’re rewards. I’ll savor each one in silence, knowing they were gifted by you. I don’t choose the flavor. I simply receive what you allow.

You feed me. I obey. This Milk Tray box is filled with indulgent chocolates—each one a reward I didn’t earn, but gratefully receive. I’ll savor them in silence, knowing pleasure is yours to give.

You feed me. I obey. This chocolate assortment is pure indulgence—each piece a reminder that pleasure is yours to give. I’ll savor them slowly, obediently, and only when permitted.

A sugar offering for your ceremonial slave. These sweets are more than snacks—they’re tokens of control. I’ll keep them tucked away until you say I may indulge. Each flavor becomes a ritual.

Your gifts. My obedience. Their place.

Scent me for service. Charlie Red wraps me in floral notes of rose, violet, and citrus—soft, feminine, and ready to please. I’ll wear it as instructed, knowing my fragrance is chosen by you.

This flexible monster is more than a toy—it’s a test. I’ll warm up, breathe deep, and obey. Whether you watch or instruct, I’ll take it like the good girl I’m trained to be.

Soft ears. Strong control. This toy flutters against me like whispered commands—gentle, relentless, and impossible to ignore. I’ll keep it charged, ready, and waiting for your permission to feel.

Your toy, for your toy. This rabbit is sleek, powerful, and perfectly sized for your submissive. I’ll keep it charged, ready, and waiting—because pleasure is a privilege.

This sleek PVC dress is made for ritual—structured seams, flared skirt, and a zip that invites control. I’ll slip into it with reverence, knowing it was chosen to mark me as yours.

Celebrate me. Control me. Color me yours.

I deserve what you decide.

Let me unwrap what you choose—obedient, grateful, perfectly yours.

Let me unwrap what you choose—obedient, grateful, perfectly yours.

Let me unwrap what you choose—obedient, grateful, perfectly yours.

Let me unwrap what you choose—obedient, grateful, perfectly yours.

Let me unwrap what you choose—obedient, grateful, perfectly yours.