Her body is ritual architecture. Her walk, a procession. Her gaze, an omen. You are not observing. You are witnessing. And you know what that means. Witnessing has a price. You may tell yourself you’re just curious. That it’s novelty. That you’re not into that. That you’re “normal.” But your cock isn’t. Or your cunt isn’t. Your body already knows what you’re not ready to admit. Because this isn’t porn. This is revelation.

They are always visible. Even when clothed. Even when denied. Even when you pretend they are irrelevant. Nipples are the first to react, the last to forget, and the most dangerously honest part of your body. You can hold back your words. You can modulate your tone. You can slow your breath. But your nipples?They betray you. Every time. And that is precisely why they must be trained.