Annabelle | Dominatrix

The rituals were always the same. A bell would ring, signaling the start of the session. The client would enter, eyes downcast, and approach Annabelle with a bow. She would regard them calmly, her voice husky and detached as she outlined the rules of their play.

Those who entered her world did so at their own peril. For once you stepped into Annabelle's domain, there was no turning back. You were hers, body and soul, until she decreed it otherwise. dominatrix annabelle

The only thing certain was that Annabelle remained an enigma, an impenetrable fortress of a woman. Her secrets were locked behind those piercing green eyes, and her kingdom remained one of shadows and silence. The rituals were always the same