Floating Up The Rabbit Hole

It is My birthday weekend coming...

(Or birthday week, month, you know how these things go...🫦)

And although MOST of what happens in DMs stays in DMs...

It's not just ok that this triggers you.

It's good.

It's right.

It's as it SHOULD BE.

The snaps, the pixels, the body you ache for...

Knowing that there are boys around the world waking and making sure I get what I want just feels...

Sooooo good. Doesn't it, toy?

So let's make My birthday weekend special...

Generously ruthless

in My feedback.

How on brand of Me.

Just focus on Me...

Nothing else matters right now, toy.

Breathe. Focus. Throb.

Just the soft glitches that turn to pulses in your mind.

Your cock.

The sound of My hand moving over the leather.

Even as you twitch, a calm settles over you.

It just feels... so good to sink.

To stare.

To let it loop.

Over and over and over again...

Is that a key around My neck, you ask yourself...

And by the 5th watch it just doesn't matter.

Because all you can do is imagine it. Your key (Mine)... to your cage (Mine)... inside which throbs your cock...

MINE.

It's My birthday week...

For many, it's payday...

For others, they've been waiting for the opportunity to show Me just how much they... adore Me...

Good boys know what to do.

Good boys know who wins.

Good boys throb reading this.

Sometimes...

Triggered. Twitching. Trained.

And you're only going to get weaker...

Isn't that right, simp?

Nod. Go blank.

Have you tried being a good boy?

Sometimes I just like to keep My attention for… particular toys 🫦

Eyes to the floor beta.

Hear the snaps.

Know your place.

Throb. Feel the inevitable twitch. The futility of resistance; and give in...

And I just know you wish you knew why...

I think if you watch this, say, a minimum of 5 times and reflect...

You'll understand something shout yourself.

Simp...

Now, of course, there are many ways to answer this question. I could tell you about lunch with the girls. About shopping. About the dress I'll slip into for the evening. I could tell you about the book I'll be reading in the cafe, all understated legs-crossed elegance that makes the bookish nerd three tables over think he has a chance while he googles the title so he has something to say. I could tell you about the cage checks, the mindfucks, the way I'll bite My lip when I get what I want...

But ultimately it comes down to this. It is MY agenda... always. And that makes you throb...

Oh...and before I go...

Let's see how many of you read.

And listen.

And say 'yes Goddess, you're right' in a throne message.