Messages From SubSpace

I never tell you outright to change. I don't even criticize. I simply give or withhold praise.

"I like that color on you"

"I like that softer eyeliner"

"That shorter hem makes your legs look amazing"

"your tits look great from that angle"

"I love when you do that with your tongue"

Over years your wardrobe turns over into only things I like. your hair is grown and styled to My preference. your piercings and tattoos are in places and of things I prefer. your movements in bed are all orbiting the ways that you can please Me best.

I don't need to force you. Force has its place but it's barbaric and it's temporary.

No, to permanently take what I want from you, I just course correct your mind a fraction of a degree at a time. Imperceptible, until one day you no longer see who you used to be.

Don’t look me in the eyes when you talk to me- stare at tits. Grope them, squeeze them, expose them.

Finger my cunt while I’m telling you about something that upset me or is important to me. Watch me try to keep my composure as you push two, three fingers inside me, knowing it’s getting tighter and tighter.

Stand in front of me while I’m sitting, talking to you, and start stroking your dick in my face. Cum on my face or in my hair.

if you're above a D-cup⁵ you've probably got more boob than brain⁶