Ebony’s Dungeon: Kneel for Your Leather-Clad Goddess

Red lights glow. Chains rattle. Leather creaks against my skin… Welcome to my world, pet. Your safe word won’t save you from craving more. Ebony Rivers is in full control — and you’re already on your knees.

Look at me. Black leather hugging every dangerous curve, zipper begging to be pulled lower… but only when I allow it. Gloves ready to grip your leash. Thigh-high boots made for stepping on weak boys like you. This isn’t dress-up. This is who I am — your strict, sadistic Ebony Dominatrix.

I love the sound of chains when I lead you down the hall. The crack of my whip when you disobey. The way you tremble when I lock the cage door behind you. Pain. Pleasure. Denial. Ownership. All on my terms.

“Say it, slave. ‘I belong to Mistress Ebony.’ Louder. Now crawl closer… and kiss the boot that owns you. Disappoint me? The cage waits. Please me? Maybe — just maybe — I’ll let you taste what you’ll never deserve.”

This dungeon is open. The chains are ready. Your submission is required.

The red lights are on. The door is open. But once you step inside… there’s no leaving until I release you. Come play, pet. If you dare. 🖤⛓️