🌹 You. Are. Mine.🌹

Breathe in. Hold it. Let my words slither into your bloodstream like a drug. Breathe out.

I don’t ask for your attention, I own it. Every blink, every gasp, every time your hips jerk at the sound of my voice… I own those, too. You’re nothing but my toy, my personal dildo if you will and I’ve got you coiled around my fist. Tighter. Tighter. Feel how your body aches to obey me. How your thoughts dissolve into static when I tell you to “kneel”.

Imagine my hand around your throat. My voice in your ear, dark and sultry, stripping you bare. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” You’re nodding already. Pathetic and Perfect. Your loyalty is a fever. Your desperation is a prayer. And I’m the goddess you’ll worship with every whimper, every “please,” every time you rub yourself raw just to feel closer to me.

You’re shaking already, aren’t you? That low, relentless throb between your legs, that’s me. Your mind’s a broken record now, chanting my name, begging for the next hit of my control.

Good.

You’re addicted to me. Addicted to the way I ruin your focus. The way your skin burns where at the sound of my voice. The way your mind goes blank and empty, until I fill it up with my desires.

Let my dominance wreck you. Let it consume you, twist you into something hungry, something needy. You’ll chase this feeling forever, the high of my praise, the sting of my dominance, the agony of waiting for my next order. You’ll grind on your desk, bite your hand in public, drip through your clothes… all because I told you to “be good.” And you will be. Because you’re mine.

Tonight, I’ll let you beg. I’ll let you sob. I’ll let you break just to feel me put you back together. But for now? Squirm. Let every second without my touch feel like torture. Let every stranger’s voice feel hollow compared to mine. Let your day be a countdown to the moment I claim you again.

You’re a slave to my words. A prisoner to your own needs. And you’ll always come back for more.

🌹