I’m not here for your pleasure, you’re here for mine.

I’ve been looking to draw an edgehorse for a while, and when I started drawing her this really intense dommy personality came out with it. I had written a short blurb to go with it, but after a couple of revisions I’m not happy with it or its implications, so I’ll just leave the details I like.

What Tempest feeds off in a scene is fear. She’ll lock you up then break a key in front of you, then brag about the keys around her neck and the glued up, cemented locks they belong to on some poor unfortunate subs. Trophies, she says. It’s an act, of course – the bottle of “glue” she’s pouring into your suit isn’t really a permanent adhesive, but for a moment you’re not sure, and that brief panic is what gives her life. (She’s also serious about aftercare and has many, many soft blankets and her mountain of toned muscle makes her an excellent hugger – steady and firm without being carelessly crushing.)