...my hands drift behind my back, fingers interlocking as I stand straighter, awaiting his arrival.

As I wait, my mind drifts back to the sequence of events that brought me here. It feels like only yesterday that I was sitting in my tiny, cluttered apartment, sifting through unpaid bills, having just lost my job. I remember the numbness that settled in my chest when I realized I couldn’t make rent. It was then that he appeared in my life—offering a lifeline, a solution to my mounting problems.

In the beginning, his help seemed like a blessing. He offered me a place to stay, comforting words, and a sense of stability I desperately craved. I didn't see the webs he was weaving, didn’t notice how each kind gesture was a thread pulling tighter around me. At first, his suggestions felt like gentle guidance, little things to make my life easier. Then, they subtly shifted into commands, each one slowly shaping my world according to his design.

It's strange how easily I slipped into this role, mistaking manipulation for love, control for care. I convinced myself that I wanted this, that submission was my choice. Now, standing here, hands clasped behind my back, I feel a sense of peace, as if this is where I've always belonged.

The sound of the front door opening snaps me back to the present. I hear his footsteps approaching, and without thinking, I turn to face him, eyes lowered—a reflex now, ingrained in every part of me. He enters the room, and I know I am exactly where I’m supposed to be, yet a shadow of doubt lingers at the edges of my mind. But I push it away. This is my normal; this is what I’ve chosen...or so I believe.

Kinks: Stockholm Syndrome, gaslighting, manipulation, positive and negative reinforcement, unaware, training, submissive, bondage, slavery, dubcon, tricked. More kinks and my limits on my page