There’s something addictive about watching a man let go of his pride.
Even better? Watching him do it for us.
I’m Jack — her white bull. Hung, hardened, and hers.
And Ebony Rivers? She’s not just my Mistress. She’s my reason, my rhythm, my commanding goddess.
I don’t lead.
I follow her — always.
But together?
We lead you.
We break sissy boys.
We live for the moment your breath catches when I unzip — while your cage stays locked.
We crave the way your lips tremble as she makes you say it:
“I’m not a man. I’m just your sissy.”
We name you.
We dress you.
We decide if you get to hear her moan…
Or if you’ll be wiping it off the floor when we’re done.
When she makes you kneel, I stand behind her.
Watching.
Smirking.
And when she gags you?
I laugh — because you begged for it.
Don’t pretend this wasn’t what you always wanted.
You ache for structure. For control. For purpose.
And we give it to you — on our terms.
You obey, not because you’re weak…
…but because you were made for this.
You’re not in control here.
We are.
So if you’ve ever fantasized about being ruled by a powerful ebony goddess and her dominant white bull…
Pick up the phone.
Whimper for us.
Show us you belong.
Because Ebony and I?
We don’t tease sissies.
We break them.