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Obedience.
Picture (or position) yourself. Below, where you belong. On your knees. All the weight of your particular body weighing down on your kneecaps against the cold floor. Wait - Stand up. Take your shirt off. Good. Get rid of those pants. Done? You guessed it -- no underwear either. Now back on your knees.
Can you feel the floor? Does it hurt? If you're reading this on your computer, put your hands behind your back. Exposed. Open up your legs. Are you uncomfortable? I don't really care. You're here to obey. Your weak little being exists only to serve and please better men than you. You're a slave -- not a person. I don't care what you want. I don't care how much it hurts. You only care about what I want.
On your knees, you can feel the weight of your life. You know it. You've known for quite some time now. You were born different. You're not like the other guys. Remember high school? Yeah, I'm talking about that. I wasn't born as the other guys either, but I think my childhood was different than yours hahaha.
In that position of submission, you're feeling right. You feel comfortable in your soul even if you feel physically uncomfortable. That pain and discomfort you're feeling? You know the feeling? Like a bunny who is looking up at an eagle. Like a little deer whose blood freezes at the painful light of a car.
Vulnerability.
Knowing your life, feelings and actions do not depend on you. If you're reading this, it's for a reason. Am I wrong? That's what gives me sexual pleasure. Knowing I own a man in his core, when you obey and take pride from it. Looking down at your eyes. Fear, anticipation, excitement, gratefulness, vulnerability, obedience. It is not just a social relation. I own you. Your top one priority is and will always be me until the day you die. I'm (not) sorry, but I'll tell you. I've interacted with many subs. I've owned a number of those. I've educated myself in psychology (my major) and manipulation. I'm inside your head -- no. I'm inside your soul now.
To those obedient eyes of you, the ones I look down to. I am a deity. I am better than you in every way you may think of. I know it has been hard to accept but you're almost there. I deserve anything and everything I want just because who I am and because who you are. There's no point of denying it. You're close to the point of no return. Just one last leap of faith...
This is not and will never be about what you need. You'll slowly become an extension of myself and lose your identity. This is your ultimate goal, to be a part of something way greater than yourself.
Submit.
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