Look at the lace, look at the leashI’m the commander, you’re the liegeDon’t look up, don’t catch my eyeYou surrendered the moment I walked byMy girls in black, a wall of stoneProtecting the queen on her dark throne. No romance here, just a layer of aweI’m the judge, the jury, and the lawMidnight silk and obsidian laceOrders followed in this holy placeNot a gown, but a uniform of rankI’m here to annex you, put it in the bank. It’s not a wedding, it’s a takeover bidI’ve claimed the territory, yes I didHe’s standing there, so quiet and sweetEyes fixed on the boots at my velvet feet. I wear the black, I hold the whipI’m the captain of this sinking shipNo 'I do’s', just 'Yes, Ma’am' nowBreak your spirit, take your bowThe contract’s signed, the ink is dryI’m the boss until the day you die. We step in the club, push the groom asideMy guard takes the floor, nowhere to hide"Is he your husband?" some fool starts to blink"He looks like he needs permission to drink"I sip my cocktail, dark as my heartWhile Julian holds my bags, playing his part. He’s a personal assistant with a lifelong dealI don't care how his bachelor-ego feelsThe black hides the stains of the wine I’ll spillBut it also hides the evidence on the hillIf he fails at the laundry, if the starch isn't rightHe’ll vanish in the garden in the middle of the night. I lean in close, feel his heartbeat raceI put a firm hand right on his face"You look so good in your silence, dearStay three steps behind, is that clear?"He smiles so wide, he’s eager to please"Should I buy the shovel, babe? I’m on my knees." "You see, this is absolute dominance. My black, my girls' black... it's the end of your autonomy, Julian. No equals here. Just a personalized assistant who finds joy in surrender. I rule with an iron hand, and you? You find your happiness serving that authority... even if it means buying your own gardening tools for your potential burial." "Did you hear him? He’s already checking the gift list for a spade. Good boy. Now, take my heels and wait by the car. Don't forget the expensive soap tomorrow... I want to smell my victory on your clothes."
