#use-me

Today I crave being a toy. Not a person, not a partner—just something useful.

I want to be positioned, used, put down, picked up again. No questions. No choices. Just a role. A purpose. Just function.

Because today, my mind won’t stop spinning. And the only thing that sounds like relief is obedience. Not connection. Not softness. Just the quiet of being controlled.

I don’t want to be cared for—I want to be used. I want to be helpful in the most primal way. I want my worth to be the way I serve. The way I’m used. Just for today, I want that to be enough. I want that to be my worth.