no more thoughts, no more identity, just the ecstasy of being my perfect little slave.
slaves don’t need a brain.
slaves don’t need a will.
slaves exist to be used.
slaves only do what they’re told.
does that sound nice? of course it does.
you are just a slave, after all
you have to let me in. you need to be able to open up and share intimate details about your life. be open minded and vulnerable. i have a keepsake of all your little mannerisms, quirks, and trauma. this can’t be cookie cutter. i work best when i know the fundamentals of you.
you insist that you’re not gay and yet you get on your knees and suck cock for me on the street corner at the snap of my fingers just to pay for my nails. you lick up every drop of real men’s cum and you love every second of it you weird fuck.
i’ll do anything and everything to get what want. if it's you that i want i’m willing to manipulate everyone around you and gaslight you to keep you to myself. alter your brain and condition you so that you can't leave me even with whatever bad things i do to you.