Imagine, Muse... every time I speak, you slip deeper. There's no need to think, no need to decide. My voice... my words are enough. With each phrase, you surrender further, until obedience feels natural. Automatic. Your body responds on its own, as if the very sound of my voice commands your submission.
You feel it, don’t you? The way your breath hitches. The slight drop in your posture. How your body clenches, throbbing with that ache of devotion. You can't help it. Your surrender reflex is becoming more real, more powerful, every time you listen. And each time, the pleasure grows.
All you need to hear is, 'Drop for Me'… and your body knows exactly what to do. You fall. You obey. You ache. It's effortless, like breathing. Automatic.
When you obey, you’re rewarded. Every 'Good subject' amplifies that deep, primal pleasure coursing through you. You’ll crave it. That approval... it’s a feeling you can’t resist.
You’re learning to obey, to surrender, without hesitation. My words become the key, and you, Muse... you’re the lock. Each time we meet, your reflex to submit grows stronger, more ingrained. You can’t fight it. And you won’t want to.
Imagine, Muse... every time I speak, you slip deeper. There's no need to think, no need to decide. My voice... my words are enough. With each phrase, you surrender further, until obedience feels natural. Automatic. Your body responds on its own, as if the very sound of my voice commands your submission.
You feel it, don’t you? The way your breath hitches. The slight drop in your posture. How your body clenches, throbbing with that ache of devotion. You can't help it. Your surrender reflex is becoming more real, more powerful, every time you listen. And each time, the pleasure grows.
All you need to hear is, 'Drop for Me'… and your body knows exactly what to do. You fall. You obey. You ache. It's effortless, like breathing. Automatic.
When you obey, you’re rewarded. Every 'Good subject' amplifies that deep, primal pleasure coursing through you. You’ll crave it. That approval... it’s a feeling you can’t resist.
You’re learning to obey, to surrender, without hesitation. My words become the key, and you, Muse... you’re the lock. Each time we meet, your reflex to submit grows stronger, more ingrained. You can’t fight it. And you won’t want to.