Hearing them mutter “God…” under their breath and responding with a very cheeky, “Yes?”

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Hearing them mutter “God…” under their breath and responding with a very cheeky, “Yes?”
It’s always “falling” or “sinking” into hypnosis. It’s all linguistically about going down to be entranced and coming up to awaken.
I want to flip that. Don’t fall, ascend. Rise into trance, into enthralment and servitude. Elevate yourself through submission to Me. Heighten your awareness to focus on your purpose.
Let me take you higher, to return to freedom is to fall from grace.
Being on my knees beneath him when he grabs my jaw and I stick my tongue out with a dumb smirk while he spits in my mouth, swallowing it before begging for moreeee
prayer
Feed me, fuel me. Praise me with your lips; let the moans that come tumbling out be a hymn in my name.
I am your desire made manifest. Gorge yourself on my flesh.
I will make you anew, I will fuel your desire for your desire fuels me. I will fan the flames, stoke the fire deep within you, where your spirit is burned raw and pure, where nothing but the great heat of lust can dwell.
Let it grow until it consumes you, until the great desire is all that remains. Let me take your mind away. Give it up to me, leave it on my altar as a sacrifice in thanks for the pleasure I might impart.
When I’m sitting at his feet and he shoves my face down into his lap so I can’t look at him cus he’s decided I don’t deserve it. I love when he controls everything about me, even when I’m allowing to see him 😵💫
I'm going to give you a choice. Don't worry, it's a small one, just one little letter.
Would you like to be my preything? The pet I sometimes let out of a cage to attempt escape, that I methodically hunt so I can sink my teeth into its neck and my cock into whatever hole is warmest?
Or would you rather be my praything? The cultist that loses itself in endless prayers to my glory, that I manipulate and command to make my life as easy and luxurious as possible?
Decide now and hope I don't mishear you.
Hey! Saw “godplay” listed as one of your kinks and I’ve never heard of that but it’s definitely one of mine too.. could you explain what that is to you?
Oh good, I’ve been hoping someone would bring it up.
Godplay, to me, is about deification. Elevating your partner’s dominant status beyond mortal rule and into the divine.
To serve Them gratefully in all things.
To feel Them in ways that transcend physicality.
To hand over your soul wholeheartedly and let Them use it as if it is Theirs, then realise it always has been.
I am a god of control. I am light. I am warmth. I am devotion.
I am the voice that whispers in your sleep. The contentment of a leash. The rapture of subjugation.
But I am not so arrogant as to think myself alone in this power. I worship at the altar of Desire, and I embrace those who understand what I am saying and convey themselves to be My kin.
Fantasizing about clipping a pretty angel’s wings.
Maybe it’d be my favorite one. I just want to keep you close to me, my darling, you can’t blame me. Your devotion is just so pure, so much sweeter than the others. You’d still have them, you just can’t fly. My perfect little devotee, forever by my side, where you belong.
And who are you to deny your god?