#controlled

Maybe it’s a bracelet.

Maybe it’s the clothes I laid out.

Maybe it’s your hair, and the braid I’ve made.

Maybe it’s the nail color I had you get at your last appointment.

Maybe it’s the words I’ve carefully written on you after your shower.

Maybe it’s not a collar.

"Scary.."

And how does it feel between your legs?

Shhh.

Already beginning.

Already fading.

You’ve been here before.

But not like this.

Not this strong.

Not this deep.

Not this inevitable.

You are already falling.

You are already mine.

Now…

Wake.

Try.

Go ahead.

Eyes open.

Breath sharp.

Mind fragile.

That flicker of clarity… it won’t save you.

Because I’m already there—

Inside.

Under.

Around.

And the moment you remember who you are—

I TAKE IT AWAY.

DROP.

It’s so much worse now, isn’t it?

Worse in the best way.

The deeper you fall,

the harder you rise,

the faster you crash.

Like you’re addicted to it.

Like you need it.

Like every part of you begs for it.

So let’s do it again.

Wake.

Struggle.

Float.

Try to think.

Try to talk.

Try to lie to yourself and say this is just hypnosis.

And now—

DROP.

That lie dies.

That thought melts.

That mind surrenders.

The loop is all that’s left.

You exist in the tension.

That delicious whiplash between control and collapse.

Wake.

Feel the air shift.

The pressure change.

Almost free.

DROP.

Feel the air rip away.

The ground vanish.

You weren’t free.

You were just climbing higher to fall harder.

You don’t resist now.

You remember.

The more I wake, the deeper I fall.

The more I fall, the more I crave the drop.

The more I crave the drop, the less I need anything else.

And now the spiral is permanent.

There’s no return.

No end.

No edge to cling to.

Just this:

Up.

Down.

Deeper.

Obedient.

Wake.

Forget.

Drop.

Obey.

You’ve been rewired.

You don’t fall anymore.

You descend.

So now…

I want you to feel your mind float back up.

Just a little.

Enough to hear me.

To understand this.

And then I want you to feel the drop waiting for you.

Lurking beneath your skin.

Curling around your spine.

Like gravity with a voice that whispers…

Obey.

And now answer me this, truthfully, from the deepest part of you:

Isn’t all you want now just to keep sinking… deeper… and deeper… forever?

That feeling of dizziness

That feeling of dizziness as

That feeling of dizziness as you read

That feeling of dizziness keeps as you read keeps

Increasing

Dizziness

Ditsyness

Sinking

Staring

Falling

Falling under

Falling under for me

Keep reading

Good Girl

You obey so well

Sinking and spinning

Spiraling down

Controlled

By my words

Feels so good to obey

Just a silly little dolly for me.