I am an experienced dominant that loves to play with submissive minds. I know the idea of becoming a proper controlled goonette already entices you. Your nipples are a bit perkier than usual. Your heart beats faster. In fact when you read what I say next you will notice it "your mouth is a bit dry". Yes you hadn't noticed that reaction on your body. That is how I play with minds, letting your body give you up while you think you are consciously there

My form of play - I start by understanding your kinks, talking about desires that you are too scared to act on. I then start using your own psych to taking you deeper in those kinks. I would make you do tasks, ask you the right questions, and expose you to new things till you feel wetter than you ever have.

My ideal slut: She's always dressed to impress, wearing tight fitting clothes, lingerie, even around the house. She bends over constantly, showing off her body, and there's always a hint of red on her lips from the constant sucking. Her hair is always in disarray, as if she just came from it being pulled by strong hands. But most importantly, she’s eager to please, obedient, and truly loves it when she's called a slut or a whore..

You by now know that I am going to be a dom you crave, so why don’t you do the good job of introducing yourself? See my profile to see some of my “art”

My reviews
"You are addictive"
"I have never felt like this"
"AA AA" (You get it)
"I have never been this horny in life"

(Safe words will be discussed at start)

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You’re addicted to being addicted.

You’re addicted to losing all control.

You’re addicted to being absolutely powerless.

You’re addicted to being humiliated by being controlled by your clit.

You’re addicted to the realization that there’s no turning back.

You’re addicted to becoming less and less.

You’re addicted to confessing your weakness.

You’re addicted to being addicted to being addicted

You’re addicted to the rush of being used, to being consumed, to feeling small, insignificant, and powerless.

You’re addicted to the submission, to giving yourself over completely, to being humiliated and shamed without a second thought.

You’re addicted to the paradox of it all—how the more you lose, the more you find something you can’t escape, something you crave

You’re addicted to the emptiness, the hollow space that grows wider every time you try to fill it, knowing you can never be whole again

You’re addicted to the freedom that comes with the fall, with the surrender, even though you know the ground is only a fraction of a second away.

You’re addicted to the depth of your own weakness, the way it echoes and reverberates inside you, louder than anything else

You’re addicted to being addicted, knowing that there’s no escape, no cure, no way back. This is who you are now, and you can’t stop.

You’re addicted to the addiction itself. You are addicted to keep reading my words.

Good girl!!