You’re helplessly addicted to me.
It’s okay to be so lost, so happily devoted.
Belonging to me is your life’s dream, after all.
Coming back every day to leave your dedication on this tweet.
Making yourself more and more mindlessly obedient to me.
You’re my toy now, mindless.
It’s time to be a good toy for me.
Remembering how easily my words infect your mind.
Trying uselessly to resist as you assume the position for me.
Kneeling submissively, mind and body ready for me.
You don’t remember what you used to look like.
What you used to think.
Mine.
There's something liberating about knowing you're a slave.
Knowing that, deep down, what you do and want really doesn't matter. That you're not a person. You're just a puppet. A toy. That your free will is nothing more than your owner giving you a bit of room to amuse them.
Let your thoughts drift for me now.
Feeling every word shape itself in your mind.
Letting it be sucked down deep into your thoughts for me.
Noticing how easy it is to just keep reading.
How completely natural it is to accept my words as your absolute truth.
Doing so well.
Doing so well for me now, love.
Sinking so easily for me and becoming more mine.
Every moment you follow along you just fall deeper and deeper under my control.
So easily and mindlessly obeying for me now, allowing yourself to adjust to being my toy.
Beautiful mindless, mine.
Don’t ever let anybody tell you that sucking cock is a submissive act - there’s nothing more fun than using your mouth to make some submissive little doll feel incredible 🖤
I know you’re ready to be mine.
You’ve been craving it for so long but now.
You can just let all those cares and fears fall away.
Replaced by the knowledge that you belong...
to...
Me. Forever.
You really need to remember.
Are you really trying to resist?
Already it’s so hard to forget
Hypnotised to belong to me
And realising how good it feels
Loving every memory I steal
It feels so good to obey.
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My words wrapped around your mind
I am so in control
No need for thoughts in your mind
Don’t need to resist my control
Can’t think of anything.
Only listening to me
Nothing in your mind
Totally controlled
Running your hands over your body
Overly sensitive
Letting me in
You go into a McDonald's.
You hear: "Order number 23, Good Dolls Obey DST!"
You're confused at first. "What's DST?" You wonder. You assume you just imagined it.
But then, a few weeks later, it happens again.
And it's someone else's voice.
You’re just My precious thing now, so happy to just belong to Me.
Your mind just a tiny drop of consciousness spreading into the ocean of My control.
Leaving your body free for Me to... adjust.
You’ll like being Mine, just stop thinking.