Latex Military Style. Whip in Hand. Almost a Smile.

I sit like this, legs crossed, the whip loose in front of me. The gaze is calm, the mouth almost friendly. That is exactly what can be the trap. You see the smile and think it is soft. Meanwhile I am already deciding whether you come closer or stay a while longer exactly where I want you.

I do not have to lift the whip. Sometimes the way I hold it is enough, and the fact that I can smile while I set your place. Here you see the look and the smile. Whether it stays friendly depends on how well you make an effort.

Stand still. Look. Wait. You earn the rest.