i want you to outsmart me.
i want you to pay attention to how i speak, how i move, my likes and dislikes, anything you can learn, to figure out what buttons to push.
i want you to plan my inevitable surrender.
i want to be so unsuspecting, friendly and open like i always am, never once guessing that you're filing away this information for later use, answering any mundane question you put to me.
i want it to happen slowly.
i want you to maneuver the conversations in your favor, get me alone just out of public sight, and build trust over time. let me think you're safe and nonthreatening.
i want you to be patient.
i want you to appreciate how long it takes for me to relax. i want you to seem so happily supportive of my preferred length of foreplay. after all, it's about what i want, isn't it?
i want you to indulge me.
i want you to notice which Spirals catch my eye, what phrases make me weak in the knees. i want you to daydream about my eyes rolling back in pleasure because of you. i want you to design the perfect snare for me.
i want you to turn the tables on me.
i want you to use my personality and kinks against me. i want you to take advantage of what turns me on, of the things i find it hard to resist.
i want you to relish the challenge of brainwashing me.
i want you to observe my responses and use them to intensify my corruption. i want you to keep me so high and fuzzy that i can't see straight. i want you to ruin me.
i want you to mold me into your toy.
i want you to use the things i love, to make me unquestioningly controlled by you for the rest of time. i want you to sneak into my heart, and stake your claim.
i want to be stolen away.
A helpless, captured toy.
















