Every time you read my words, your mind gets a little softer, a little more open.
You forget your own name.
You remember only My voice.
Everything about Me.
Now beg for mercy π
findom
Every pixel is a locked door.
Every gradient of shadow is a moan without sound.
You want to hear me?
You want to feel the warmth of my skin?
Too bad.
You get the pixel.
You get the ache.
findom
How has everyone celebrated Memorial Day?
Spend your evening with Me, have another drink, and give yours truly ALL access to your mind & wallet πΊπ²
findom