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fragile and crushed under the slow, inevitable whimpering of my lost words and thoughts. only needing to listen and obey, yes. knowing control feels so good, yes. sinking deeper, succumbing to my voice. happy. empty. blank.
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while you slowly give up and give in, concentrate on the smallest light that grows within you. believe it will keep you warm as the tingling glow surrounds you. keep silent, steady, calm, easily fading into my reality, allowing my love to completely smother you.
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submission is total freedom from thought, and we must devote ourselves resolutely to the purest of beings who rid us of this divine burden.
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You needed a quick distraction or perhaps a clever reminder of empty pleasure…softly drifting into a happy trance once the pretty light glistens.
