Tushy - Carolina Sweets - Obedience Apr 2026

“Count,” he said.

“Good evening, Carolina,” he said, voice low.

“Good evening, sir,” she replied, eyes down. Tushy - Carolina Sweets - Obedience

Marcus opened the door without a word. Tall, dark-suited, expression unreadable. He stepped aside, and she entered the minimalist apartment—gray walls, soft lighting, and a single leather chair in the center of the living room.

Marcus smiled—just a flicker. “Good answer.” “Count,” he said

He gestured to a low table beside him. On it rested a wooden hairbrush and a small glass of water. “You will crawl to me, drink this water without using your hands, and then place yourself over my knee. No hesitation. No words unless spoken to. Do you understand?”

The first command was simple: Kneel. She did, silk pooling around her knees on the cold floor. Hands behind your back. She complied, wrists crossing instinctively. He bound them with a soft leather cuff—not tight, just present. A reminder. Marcus opened the door without a word

He circled her slowly. “You remember the safeword?”

Carolina lifted her gaze. “Because I’ve already given you my fear. Now I’m giving you my choice.”