I have always seen through you… pt1

Underneath that thin facade of masculinity, control, and superficial success that you tiredly present to the world -you have a constant deep inner aching to be owned. You can’t deny that primal urge within you to be trained, to be molded (maybe even feminized) into submissive perfection by a superior Women. This will make you feel alive. This is why you are magnetically drawn to Me.

No matter how much porn you watch or other mistresses you are entertained by, your core fantasy loyally returns to Me. You knew instantly I was the artist that could build you into a proper rubber slut, but how will you ever get my attention? How will you stand out amongst a sea of suitors? You know I am strict. You know you only have one chance not to fuck it up, yet you are irreversibly called to the challenge.

You strategically place yourself in front of Me in different ways, cautiously peaking out from behind your masks. I pretend not to notice your passive hints of submission. I see your leash, I am just not yet willing to pick it up. You always thought begging was below you. After all, you are an attractive man, you could score a vanilla girl anytime you wanted, but now you are considering begging? Begging to be used? What is happening to you?

The vulnerability of having to express your real self to Me in more and more bolder ways, risking exposure (and possible rejection), is so taboo and anxiety inducing you can barely stand it. Your cock is permanently hard now, you are fixated on how you can start serving Me…