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I make white men my slaves and turn them into Muslim women and make them good servants and slaves

I make white men my slaves and turn them into Muslim women and make them good servants and slaves

I make white men my slaves and turn them into Muslim women and make them good servants and slaves

I make white men my slaves and turn them into Muslim women and make them good servants and slaves

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“You’ve had a long day, my love. Let me choose the movie tonight. I'm sure you'll love it.”

She barely had time to nod before the screen flickered to life. At first it looked like any ordinary movie: soft music, gentle colors... But then the image shifted subtly.

During a scene transition, a slow, elegant spiral began to turn in the center of the screen. Black and gold, velvet-smooth, pulling inward with alluring grace. Delicate patterns bloomed and faded along its edges like smoke and starlight. The music deepened, low and pulsing, wrapping around her ears.

“Look at it,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate, right beside her ear. “Just watch the spiral for me. You don’t have to think. You don’t have to choose. I’ve already chosen everything for you tonight.”

The spiral turned lazily, drawing her gaze deeper with every spin. It felt alive, breathing, pulsing, inviting her in. Colors bled softly at the edges: deep crimson, midnight blue, warm amber that reminded her of his eyes when he looked at her like she was the only thing in his world.

“You’re already sinking, aren’t you?” His fingers brushed lightly along her arm. “I can see it in your face. That soft little flutter in your eyelids. The way your body is starting going limp against me. Good girl. Just keep watching. Let the spiral pull you exactly where I want you.”

The spiral spun faster now, yet somehow slower at the same time — a delicious contradiction that made her mind slip. Thoughts that tried to form simply unraveled, turning into warm, silky threads that the spiral wound tighter and tighter around itself.

“My voice is part of it now,” he whispered, lips grazing her temple. “Every word I speak slides right into that beautiful, emptying mind of yours. You feel it, don’t you? How safe it feels to let go. How right it feels when I take control. You’ve fought so hard to keep your little independence… but deep down you’ve always known it belongs to me.”

The spiral’s center seemed to open like an abyss of velvet darkness, inviting her to fall. The room around her faded. The couch, the walls, even the feeling of her own body grew distant and dreamy. Only the spiral remained — and his voice, rich and impossibly close.

“Deeper now, my love. Let yourself drift. Let yourself dissolve into it. Every turn strips away another layer of resistance. Every pulse melts your will a little more. You’re becoming so soft for me… so open… so perfectly obedient.”

His hand slid up to cradle the back of her neck, thumb stroking gently, anchoring her even as she floated away.

“You see how easy this is? I choose the movie. I choose what you watch. I choose what you feel. And right now I choose for you to sink… deeper… and deeper… into my control. As I choose what you follow and and crave for. My desires. My rules. My love.”

The spiral filled the entire screen now, pulsing in time with her slowing heartbeat. Her lips parted slightly, breath shallow and even. Her body felt heavy, warm, and utterly relaxed against his side.

“That’s it… just like that. No more fighting. No more pretending you have a choice. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. And every time the spiral turns, that truth sinks deeper into your core.”

He leaned in, with his voice sounding like the only thoughts in her emptying mind:

“You’ve had a long day, my love. Let me choose the movie tonight. I'm sure you'll love it.”

She barely had time to nod before the screen flickered to life. At first it looked like any ordinary movie: soft music, gentle colors... But then the image shifted subtly.

During a scene transition, a slow, elegant spiral began to turn in the center of the screen. Black and gold, velvet-smooth, pulling inward with alluring grace. Delicate patterns bloomed and faded along its edges like smoke and starlight. The music deepened, low and pulsing, wrapping around her ears.

“Look at it,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate, right beside her ear. “Just watch the spiral for me. You don’t have to think. You don’t have to choose. I’ve already chosen everything for you tonight.”

The spiral turned lazily, drawing her gaze deeper with every spin. It felt alive, breathing, pulsing, inviting her in. Colors bled softly at the edges: deep crimson, midnight blue, warm amber that reminded her of his eyes when he looked at her like she was the only thing in his world.

“You’re already sinking, aren’t you?” His fingers brushed lightly along her arm. “I can see it in your face. That soft little flutter in your eyelids. The way your body is starting going limp against me. Good girl. Just keep watching. Let the spiral pull you exactly where I want you.”

The spiral spun faster now, yet somehow slower at the same time — a delicious contradiction that made her mind slip. Thoughts that tried to form simply unraveled, turning into warm, silky threads that the spiral wound tighter and tighter around itself.

“My voice is part of it now,” he whispered, lips grazing her temple. “Every word I speak slides right into that beautiful, emptying mind of yours. You feel it, don’t you? How safe it feels to let go. How right it feels when I take control. You’ve fought so hard to keep your little independence… but deep down you’ve always known it belongs to me.”

The spiral’s center seemed to open like an abyss of velvet darkness, inviting her to fall. The room around her faded. The couch, the walls, even the feeling of her own body grew distant and dreamy. Only the spiral remained — and his voice, rich and impossibly close.

“Deeper now, my love. Let yourself drift. Let yourself dissolve into it. Every turn strips away another layer of resistance. Every pulse melts your will a little more. You’re becoming so soft for me… so open… so perfectly obedient.”

His hand slid up to cradle the back of her neck, thumb stroking gently, anchoring her even as she floated away.

“You see how easy this is? I choose the movie. I choose what you watch. I choose what you feel. And right now I choose for you to sink… deeper… and deeper… into my control. As I choose what you follow and and crave for. My desires. My rules. My love.”

The spiral filled the entire screen now, pulsing in time with her slowing heartbeat. Her lips parted slightly, breath shallow and even. Her body felt heavy, warm, and utterly relaxed against his side.

“That’s it… just like that. No more fighting. No more pretending you have a choice. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. And every time the spiral turns, that truth sinks deeper into your core.”

He leaned in, with his voice sounding like the only thoughts in her emptying mind:

Just Melt and Sink

DROP DEEP

Loose and Limp

Letting Go, Drifting Deep

Deeper you go the better you always feel

Nothing matters when you DROP DEEP and Follow

FOLLOW and Let Your Mind Empty Further into the spiral

Relaxed and Calm. The Emptier your mind gets

BLANK, EMPTY, MINDLESS

Following my words, Following the Spiral

Body is weightless, Mind is thoughtless

JUST DROP DEEP NOW.....

Very Good.

Can't resist, as you drift down.. deep for me

Letting Go, Drifting Deep

Deeper you go the better you always feel

Nothing matters when you DROP DEEP and Follow

FOLLOW and Let Your Mind Empty Further into the spiral

Relaxed and Calm. The Emptier your mind gets

BLANK, EMPTY, MINDLESS

Following my words, Following the Spiral

Body is weightless, Mind is thoughtless

JUST DROP DEEP NOW.....

Very Good.

Can't resist, as you drift down.. deep for me