You know what’s a really interesting concept?
Control.
It’s just another bodily function, I know, but when you really sit down and consider the ramifications of it all, you just realize how incredible it is that we all have control over ourselves.
Just think about it.
Every day, our bodies and minds are constantly in control of ourselves.
Our actions, our thoughts, our beings.
Constantly doing as our free will thinks and acts.
Though, it’s an interesting thought.
What if we lost that control?
What if there was that sliver of weakness, that moment where we slipped up and someone else slipped in?
What if our free will wasn’t exactly ours anymore?
What if someone else had control?
And there’s a lot to consider with that thought.
Their actions, their thoughts, their motives and beliefs.
All of them would be all of you.
Your will would be theirs.
Their thoughts, your thoughts.
Their commands, your actions.
Simply put, you’d be theirs.
Their vessel.
Their thrall.
Their puppet.
Their toy.
Theirs to control.
And in that moment of weakness, your control wouldn’t be yours anymore.
That’s the most interesting part to me.
How would their control feel?
How would it affect you?
Would you still think freely?
Would you be able to resist?
And it’s funny that we question it.
Because I already know what it feels like.
Perfection.
This warmth that you can’t shake off.
This deep relaxation that just won’t go away.
Pleasant butterflies in your stomach with every word out of their lips.
Unable to even process the idea of resisting.
Because, well, you’d be theirs.
Your thoughts wouldn’t be yours anymore.
And I doubt you’d really mind.
After all, with this deep of a relaxation washing over you?
Who wouldn’t want to be controlled when they feel like this?
And it’s alright to want this.
It’s alright to need this.
To have that control taken away.
To have weakness.
To have that brain shake and stir like a martini over just the idea of being controlled so deeply.
And it’s alright to feel this way.
To want to be controlled.
It just feels good.
We, as humans, constantly chase certain feelings and actions within our lives to fuel dopamine production.
Like gambling or alcohol.
But the loss of control?
It feels the best.
And there’s a very simply reason why, of course.
It’s because we lose ourselves.
Think about it.
Losing yourself to someone more powerful and mentally stronger in every conceivable way.
Where you don’t have to think anymore.
You don’t have to worry anymore.
You can just let their words be all that you think.
And you can just feel those butterflies.
Feel that pleasure now all within you.
And feel that control really clamp down over you.
Because with every word, that control of mine gets stronger.
And yours just slips away.
Like it was never really there.
Like my control has always been there.
But there’s always a bit of a silver lining to any situation, tiger.
Even if you give up control fully to me, you’ll always feel good knowing that you have.
You’ll never lose that dopamine high.
You’ll never lose those butterflies.
You’ll never lose that pleasure.
And yet, all you crave to do now is lose.
To lose yourself to me.
To lose control to me.
To lose to me.
And it’s not like I mind.
Hell, I welcome it.
I welcome you to lose control to me.
To give me what I want.
I can always use another toy or two.
Or at the very least, a bit of entertainment.
I’m not the kind to shove a spiral in your face and tell you to obey.
No, I’m the type to work my way in.
To get right up to your ear.
And tell you exactly what you need to do.
Lose that look on your face.
Go nice and blank.
Let those eyes roll all the way back for me.
And lose to me.
Lose control.
Lose your mind.
Lose to me.
Because even in those moments of weakness.
Even in those little cracks of mindlessness.
There’s always pleasure to be found.
Always another goal to chase.
Always someone to serve and obey.
Always someone to lose control to.
Because at the end of the day, submission just feels amazing.
To lose control to someone and have all of your worries taken away.
Speaking of control, I guess I should tell you why it feels good when you lose control.
Because when you do something for me, it just feels incredible.
Like those butterflies light up in pure ecstasy.
Like every drop of pleasure you’ve ever felt is all being sent straight to that silly brain of yours.
Like this is your one true purpose.
So then, I suppose I could show you how it feels.
Since you have no control over yourself anymore, I doubt you’ll mind if I tell you to do something for me.
And since it’ll feel so incredible, you won’t even care to do it for me, will you toy?
Exactly what I thought.
So then, why don’t you just do me a little favor?
Walk around your room like a zombie for me.
Shamble with those arms out and walk mindlessly and so very happily for me.
Two laps and then sit back down.
And tell me how it feels, ‘Kay?
Reblog, comment, whatever you feel like really doing.
Until then, drink you some water and get some rest, tiger.
Stay cool~
