--- miacharms --- fuckdoll & owned slut

Date a girl who gets wet when you hit her in the face.

Perhaps not date....own.

Ten years from now, when I’m out shopping with my friends, I hope I have to step away for a second to call my husband and ask for permission to buy myself something pretty.

Controlled.

Good pets

The reality of its situation hitting home. Love the look in its eye. Perfection.

Let his love quench your thirst for debauchery.

So grateful to have him in control of my life, never have to make anothor decision, never have to think, just do as I’m told.

When I came upon her, she had been sitting for hours, the mind-devouring mantra destroying her will brain-cell by brain-cell. Her eyes had lost focus and her head lolled. The file was on infinite repeat and she definitely lacked the brain capacity to turn it off. She was just spiraling endlessly into oblivion. I shook her by the shoulder and she didn’t react whatsoever, her head bobbling like a doll’s. I removed the buds from her ears, and placed my mouth next to her head. “Recite,” I commanded. Moving nothing but her mouth, she repeated the programming she’d been absorbing: “My mind is empty. My body is obedient. My mind is empty. My body is obedient.” Her voice was passionless and ethereal, seemingly drifting up from deep inside her. I gently took her hand and bid her, “Follow.” She stood up languidly, her expression unchanged and her mouth still chanting, unheeded by her now-vacant mind: “My mind is empty. My body is obedient.”

i love mantras! they’re so um much fun to listen to.

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I’m going to cry if I read this again.

dinner where it should be....

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waiting for my Owner feels like this... curled on a dark staircase....