Sir Mindflayer

The Sound: The metallic click against the collar is the sound of absolute control. A sharp note signaling that your own will has officially been handed over.

The Pull: The body follows the movement automatically, before the mind can even register the direction. It is a beautiful reminder of where the gaze belongs, ensuring the vacant mind is guided perfectly: straight into absolute obedience.

The Freedom: It may look like a chain, but in reality, it is complete freedom. To be nothing more than an extension of the leash. A sweet bond ensuring that your existence is tethered to the hand that holds you.

They are born with wrists perfectly fitted for chains, lips permanently parted, and a mind molded to yield to commands. They are given bodies that beg for inspection.

I have spent my whole life learning how to be a good girl. I only exist to please and obey.

I may rule a kingdom, but I'd much rather be the one who is ruled.

Still, do not think just anyone can step into my castle. I’ve already kissed enough frogs.

So until the right Master comes to claim his property, I am training my body and mind to be perfectly broken for him.

This blog is my own throne room. A collection of my wettest daydreams. I hope my thoughts please you, too.

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