Paragon

I'm imagining someone who's a trusted friend and ally, powerful, skilled, and yet, in some way, underperforming. Perhaps they're not brave enough. Perhaps they don't see how to best apply their skills. Perhaps they can't unflinchingly hurt someone, even when they really should.

And all of it could be fixed if their own self gave way to my control. Maybe they're reluctant but see the wisdom of it. Maybe it was their own idea. Or maybe they don't want it, say so in no uncertain terms, but there's too much at stake to honor that decision.

And then they're mine, and I put them to good use. And no matter what, now they'll know they're more efficient, more useful, when it's me at the controls. A heavy thing to have to live with.

More often than not. I find mansplaining sooooo hot and it makes me feel dumber and more stupid the more I am talked down to

Guided to sit down. Getting comfy while you get ready to reinforce your programming. Knowingly submitting more and more. Locking your own wrists in place.

*beloved mutual likes or reblogs horny post*