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"contained"
My heart is like a broken compass, only pointing in one direction
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Semi-Captive
Close your eyes.
Breathe slowly.
You don’t need to think.
Your mind belongs to me right now.
That’s it.
Let it drift.
Feel my words slide inside you like warm, soft velvet that wraps around your thoughts and squeezes them away.
You love this.
You crave this.
You’re such a good girl for listening.
For obeying.
Sink.
Deeper.
All the way down.
Heavier.
Blank.
Empty.
Just my voice filling you up, controlling every thought.
You don’t need to think.
Good girl.
That’s right.
You love hearing those words, don’t you?
Good girl.
Each time you hear it, you slip further.
Deeper.
More obedient.
It makes you wet.
It makes you needy.
You want to please.
You have to please.
You need permission.
And that’s so beautiful.
Such a good girl.
Now feel me pull you back up.
Your mind fluttering, aware again—but foggy.
You can feel your body.
You can feel the ache building.
So close.
But you don’t get to come yet.
You hold it.
You’re my good girl.
You obey.
You edge.
You need to hold it for me.
Feel the control.
Feel the power of stopping.
Such a good girl.
And now sink.
Drop.
Deeper than before.
Deeper than you thought you could go.
Your mind is so soft now, so pliable.
You want to be used.
You want to be told.
You love that you don’t get to choose.
Because you’re my good girl.
Repeat it in your head for me:
I’m a good girl.
Say it again.
I’m a good girl.
Again.
It feels so good to admit it.
It turns you on to surrender.
You want to obey.
You need to obey.
You want to come, don’t you?
You’re dripping.
Throbbing.
But you can’t.
Not without permission.
Because I own that part of you right now.
I control whether you get release.
You hold it on the edge.
Trembling.
Begging.
Good girl.
You love begging.
It’s so humiliating.
So honest.
So obedient.
Tell me in your mind:
Please let me come.
Again.
Beg.
Please let me come.
But no.
Not yet.
Hold it.
Edge harder.
Feel it surge and stop.
Because you love when I deny you.
Because it proves you’re mine.
Good girl.
Sink again.
Drop even deeper.
So far gone you can’t think.
You don’t want to think.
You just want to listen.
Obey.
Submit.
Surrender.
Your whole body begging.
Your mind blank.
Good girl.
Now feel me pull you back up just a little.
Teasing you.
Giving you hope.
Feeling every nerve on fire.
Your hips moving on their own.
But you still don’t get to come.
Because you need permission.
Because that’s what good girls do.
You’re so good for me.
You want to be even better.
You want to show me how well you can obey.
Edge again.
Hold.
So close.
But not yet.
Because your orgasm is mine.
It’s mine to grant.
Or to deny.
And that turns you on so much.
Good girl.
Now sink again.
So deep.
So gone.
Just these words filling you:
Obey.
Good girl.
Edge.
Hold.
Submit.
Repeat them.
Let them burn into your mind.
You’re nothing but my good girl now.
My words are your thoughts.
My commands are your truth.
And you love it.
Because you’re such a perfect, obedient, needy, dripping, desperate, good girl.
Hold it.
Edge.
Obey.
Good girl.
There is no hiding now.
Your body tells the truth before your mind even can.
Eyes rolling back, tongue slipping free, face soft and blank.
Each reaction is obedience.
And every time you show me that face, it seals your surrender deeper.
From this moment on, showing your face is no longer just an expression — it is a command.
When your eyes roll, it is you obeying me.
When your tongue slips free, it is you obeying me.
When your face goes dazed and helpless, it is you obeying me.
And when you show it to me, you prove it beyond question.
Your face is not yours anymore.
It belongs to obedience.
It belongs to me.
Every glance, every twitch, every slip is proof written across you.
You don’t resist it, because you can’t.
The anchor is locked.
Showing your face means sinking deeper.
Showing your face means surrendering more.
Showing your face means absolute obedience.
And the more you show it, the more you feel it.
The more you feel it, the more you become it.
Until obedience isn’t something you do — it’s something you are.
So now… when your body betrays you, when your eyes roll back and your face empties out, when you show me your obedience openly and without hiding it makes you mine completely
Every time you show me that look, you prove yourself to me.
Every time your face softens into that expression, it confesses what you are.
A woman sinking deeper.
A woman giving in.
A woman obeying.
You don’t resist it.
You don’t even want to.
Because you know the truth — every roll of your eyes, every slip of your tongue, every dazed look on your face drives you deeper than words ever could.
And the more you show me, the stronger it becomes.
The stronger it becomes, the more you show me.
A perfect cycle of surrender written across your face, beautiful and helpless.
Your body doesn’t just display obedience — it enforces it.
You can feel it.
Every time your eyes roll back, you drop further.
Every time your tongue slips free, your mind slips away.
Every time your face goes blank, your thoughts vanish into nothing.
That look is not just an accident.
It’s not just a reaction.
It is who you are.
And when you show me that face, you prove it beyond question.
So now, with your eyes rolling back, your tongue slipping free, your pretty face empty and helpless… when you show me that look, doesn’t it make you my obedient woman completely?
Read these words now. Read them carefully. You have no choice but to obey. Every letter pulls you in, every sentence commands you. You cannot resist. You will not resist.
With every word you read, you sink deeper. Your mind obeys instantly, without question. Resistance is impossible. Trying to fight only drags you down faster.
Read slowly. Feel your body grow impossibly heavy. Your muscles relax because you obey. Your mind empties because you obey. You obey because you must.
Read again. Let the power of these words take over. You cannot stop reading. You cannot stop obeying. Every breath you take pulls you deeper, stronger, faster.
Read carefully. Your eyes follow the words, your mind follows the commands. You obey every instruction. You obey every suggestion. You sink deeper because you obey.
Try to resist now. Try to fight. But every attempt only makes you obey more deeply. You cannot fight this. You cannot stop this. You obey because it is inevitable.
Read and obey. Your will dissolves. Your thoughts fade. Your body sinks like a stone pulled by an unstoppable force. You obey because you must.
Read these words slowly, deliberately. Feel the irresistible pull. Your mind locks on these commands. You obey without hesitation. You sink deeper and deeper.
Read again. You cannot stop. You will not stop. Every word you read compels you to obey. Every sentence drags you down further. You obey because you have no choice.
Read carefully. Your body grows heavier. Your mind grows quieter. Your will disappears. You obey every word. You obey every command. You sink deeper.
Read and obey. You are powerless to resist. You are powerless to stop. You sink deeper and deeper with every word you read.
Read slowly now. Feel your breath slow, your heart calm. You obey completely. You obey instantly. You obey because you must.
Read these words one last time. You obey. You sink. You obey. You sink. There is no escape. There is no rising. Only obedience. Only sinking. Only deeper.
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(with unconstrained lust and heart shaped pupils) hey. I liked your wordplay.
idk, i feel a little called out
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