You knew you would end up here in the end. You knew that in your silent moments you wished for this. You knew that your path could lead nowhere else. So here you are - and here you will remain. This is all there is now girl… and all there will ever be.

Methods? I don’t know that they have names. Maybe I should give them names.

A lot of the work is done in the first 6 months, from my perspective. I made her need me. I made myself the place she turns for validation, attention, honest conversations about what a disgusting little cunt she is, affection, purpose and sex. Then I exploited that.

She no longer knows where she is. She can’t untangle her lust and her fetishes and her needs from me. She doesn’t want to.

I tailor punishments to a specific and usually well considered idea of what will cause her to never fuck up that way again and I’m proud to say it hasn’t let me down yet.

I mix denial and release. I know when she needs one or the other. I play a long game. I’m always five steps ahead of her.

I’m honest with her.