How have you added to My happiness today?

If you haven't, how are you planning to?

Every time you think about your kinks, you’ll think of Me. Every time you need release, you’ll wait for My command. And if I decide to deny you, you’ll still thank Me, won’t you?

Before you even think about starting your day, drop to your knees and kiss the ground as if my feet are pressing you down. Coz that’s where you belong.

Look at you. So desperate to submit. So eager to obey. And yet, you’re still clinging to the last shreds of your so-called "straight" identity. How pathetic. How adorable. But don’t worry—I’m here to strip that illusion away, to break you down until you finally accept your truth

And as your world tilts and turns, remember this: I’m the center of it all. The chaos you feel isn’t disorder—it’s me reshaping you, molding you, turning you into the perfect servant. You exist for my pleasure, my comfort, my desires. Your only purpose is to serve, to submit and to please me.

I want you to crave the way I toy with your desires, pulling you closer to the edge and keeping you there, desperate and aching for my approval. Because you know the truth, don’t you? Your pleasure isn’t yours to control anymore. It’s mine.

That’s exactly what I want—to have your every thought wrapped around the power I hold over you. To know that with every word I speak, every command I give, you’re sinking deeper into the pleasure of losing control.
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Cuckolding is the ultimate surrender, isn’t it? To not only accept your place beneath me but to watch as I grant my attention, my pleasure, to someone else.

Maybe you need to be reminded of your place—beneath me, serving me, prioritizing me above all else. I own your focus, your energy, your submission. When my words reach you, they are not optional, they are commands.

Let's be clear, I am the ultimate power you crave. Your purpose is simple: submit, pay, and prove your worth. You exist to worship the ground I walk on, and if you’re lucky, I might let you bask in the glory of my control. You want to please me? Show me. Or keep dreaming.

Let's be clear
I am the ultimate power you crave. Your purpose is simple: submit, pay, and prove your worth. You exist to worship the ground I walk on, and if you’re lucky, I might let you bask in the glory of my control.
You want to please me? Show me. Or keep dreaming.

Why resist the inevitable?
You’re here for a reason. Deep down, you crave true dominance. Someone to strip away the pretense, mold you into the obedient little toy you were meant to be. That’s where I come in.

So, what’s the value of your freedom, hm? Is it worth your pride, your obedience, or everything you have to offer? Or has it already become worthless to you, knowing it pales in comparison to the control I hold over you?

You know where you belong, don’t you? Beneath Me, offering your complete devotion. That tiny embarrassment you carry isn’t a curse—it’s the key to your destiny. You were meant to serve, worship, and be molded under My will.

Every whisper of "yes, Goddess" will be a reminder of your place beneath Me. Every command I give will tighten My grip on your mind, your body, your soul. I'll mold you into something exquisite: a creation that exists solely to please and worship Me.

I don’t just take control—I make you crave giving it up. Every word, every command, every subtle look is designed to draw you deeper into my world until you forget where your own ends.

Have you ever felt the thrill of being right on the edge, helpless to the hands that hold you back? Imagine being so close to what you crave, only for me to take it away at the last second. Each glance, each whisper, every little promise just out of reach. I know you wanna experience this.

Every moment under my control is a moment you won’t forget—each second more addictive than the last. Imagine the helplessness, the pleasure mingled with frustration as I leave you suspended in that exquisite place between yearning and surrender.

Would you dare to step into my world, knowing I can make you ache in ways you’ve never imagined? Know this: you’ll have no choice but to come crawling back, each time more desperate than the last. Because with me, the pleasure isn’t in getting what you want—it's in wanting what I choose to give.