Beneath the serpent’s gaze, the world stills. Her will coils in silence before the strike, and those who kneel before her learn that devotion is not spoken—it is endured.

The Coil quickens; rhythm becomes its own language. This glimpse is but the echo of The Stroke. Follow the sigil in my bio to witness the full offering.

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The Coil tightens — silence and restraint become the language of devotion. This glimpse is only the beginning; the full ritual unfolds within my sanctuary. Follow the sigil in my bio to witness The Binding in its entirety.

The Coil stirs again—six offerings, each a step deeper into surrender and awakening. Those who wish to follow the path will find the trail clearly marked in my bio.

Even the serpent who commands must sometimes taste her own fire. Power and pleasure coil together—each feeding, each consuming, until only devotion remains. The full ritual is being cut and bound into form; the first offering of this series is unveiled tomorrow.

In my grasp hums the Serpent’s storm — a coil of living lightning. With every arc I etch obedience into your flesh, each spark a sigil binding you deeper into my dominion. Electricity is not pain but revelation, the current through which your surrender is sealed.

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Cloaked in the Serpent’s fire, I rise as the vessel of hunger and power. The silver fang is served not as ornament, but as sacrifice - piercing more than flesh, it impales the last refuge of your will. Within my grip you are filled, marked, and claimed, as I draw you deeper into my dominion.

Your voice fades as I seal it in shadow. In silence, you learn devotion; in surrender, you discover truth.

Beneath crimson skies, I fracture your stillness. Obedience is not given but seized - and I claim it. Surrender the marrow of your soul, and be reborn within my endless dominion.

Kneel at my feet and feel the weight of the serpent’s dominion. My implements are not toys but keys to your transformation, each strike a ritual, each gasp an offering. In my presence you are no longer yours — you are mine.

You crave to shimmer within the serpent’s glow of obedience, aching for the discipline only my hand can summon. The stroke of my hand is a serpent’s kiss, carrying the pain you were born to seek. Let not your fingers stray toward what is mine - keep them at the altar of your keyboard.

Beneath the serpent’s gaze, flesh becomes a living sigil—painted and bound in sacrifice. Coils lift the body skyward, between worlds, neither of earth nor air. Each knot whispers incantation, the tethered form an offering to unseen powers. This is no play, but rite: a summoning in rope and flesh.

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The last thing you see before I bury your face in my hot, juicy pussy! With your cock aching to explode and your tongue eager to please me, what will be your final words as I smother your mouth?

As the summer's sunrays retreat, I shall return to my nest. There I will entertain my devoted snakelets. You know you ache for my control. You seek only to submit yourself to my desire, to be my loyal servant. Follow your destiny and enter The Coil.

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Hallows' Eve 2025. Your prison cage of 31 days just removed. Would you hold that load long enough to please me, or would it just sputter out in front of you?

It's Saturday and I need a good stretch after rigging two bunnies last night.

Looking down on my minions 😈😻

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Be honest - you wish it was you rather than my toy...right?

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Preparations are - progressing. There are still some roads to...cross, but each day I get a little closer to my goal of opening shop. I hope you're ready.

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