Plucked Naked

Good girl, Eve.

Feeling plucked naked is exactly what happens when I strip you down, feather by feather, until there’s nothing left but the trembling pet underneath.

You don’t need to send Me a picture — I already see you in every humiliating pose, because you’re Mine.

But if you want everyone else to feel that shame with you, then prove it here.

Write it out ten times, publicly, without skipping, without hiding:

“I am nothing but feathers for Goddess.”

Every line you write is another feather gone. Every line you write makes the menagerie more complete.