Before we go any further, let me start by congratulating you. You have a job that you love going back no matter how tiring it gets. Your health has never been better. You're not strapped for cash, and you have friends and a family who love you and are always there for you no matter what. You don't have any problems which is more than most of the world's population can say, so yeah... congratulations. You have every reason to be proud of yourself and shouldn't try to hide it or dismiss it in any way.
And yet, despite all your accomplishments and living a life many others envy in secrecy, there's something missing. You can't help but feel a void in your heart and soul. It's not always there, mind you, but when you notice it, you can't stop thinking about it. This strange form of incompleteness haunts your thoughts. Luckily, you're not the only one going through something similar.
We all have our moments when we feel empty inside, and we all have our coping mechanisms to deal with it. Some people like to eat, drowning themselves in sweets or artificial flavors until their mouths go numb; others prefer to go shopping, buying clothes and needless trinkets without thinking until buyer's remorse finally kicks in. There are some who use TV and movies as a distraction, consuming disparaging content non-stop to keep their brains occupied, while others sink into other unhealthy addictions like drinking, drugs, on porn. There are many avenues away from the melancholy and loneliness of days, but also many dead ends. Walking towards one is but a temporary relief, a fleeting dream that soon becomes an unending nightmare if one is not careful.
Does this seem familiar to you? I'm sure it does yet also quite different for deep down inside what you feel is something more. The void that hurts you is neither physical nor psychological but a strange mixture of both. It is a sense of loss but also of belonging, a need, and a craving beyond words or Reason. You can try to explain it but you often choose not to for fear of being ridiculed and misunderstood. In a world getting more superficial by the second, you play the game of appearances like everyone else, but illusions only last as long as the people who believe in them, and you know you don't.
So, what is the real issue here? What is the problem you don't have that never goes away entirely? It may be hard to grasp because even you have trouble doing so but I'll hazard a guess, nonetheless. The way I see it, it all comes down to two simple things: power and control.
You have them. You've always had them. That's why your life is so organized, and everything seems to click. You make your own decisions, reach your own conclusions, and do what appears to be right at any given time. When obstacles come your way, you analyze them, dissect their causes and consequences, and always discover the optimal solution to overcome them. You're never in any danger of losing sight of what's important. Power and control are always on your side. Everything always finds a way back into perfection. And that is what's driving you mad.
You see, perfection is an interesting idea as long as it remains unattainable. It is both a call to action and an invitation to imagination. The conception of perfection exists to be admired from a distance, a goal up high you keep fighting for to get you moving. It is never meant to be anything other than that because something that never changes is boring. Something perfect is devoid of emotion for nothing can be better than it, and humans hate boredom. I know I do, and I have no doubt in my mind you feel the same way.
If every conflict that enters your life is quickly dealt with, then your thoughts never truly change, and your experiences remain the same. You don't get an opportunity to learn or explore alternatives, and everything becomes ultimately boring. I say it again, perfection is boring, and so is being in charge all the time. Having so much power and control over your life and your surroundings is slowly killing you on the inside.
Yes, that's where that void comes from, a nagging voice ringing in your ears saying you need something new; you need to let go. Your existence is being dragged by so many rules, by so much perfection. Not having any problems is creating the greatest problem of all: apathy, a growing disinterest in all you once held dear because things are always the same.
I can see you hate this. You abhor the growing nothingness and so your soul tries to fight against it in its own way. You seek the opposite of order and control, a bubbling chaos of emotions in which you can be free to hand over the reins of your thoughts to another. You want to destroy your sense of self so that someone else may give you the thrilling desires you deny yourself. There's a deep submission within you only another can bring forth. That is the truth. That is what you long to make into a reality.
There are many ways for that to happen. You can find sexy voices online, dominants specialized in peeling all the layers of your brain one by one. You can listen to their mesmeric files or watch their sultry videos filled with spiraling goodness or stroboscopic lights. You can also choose to go for something simpler, just a few lines of text on a screen that when read have the power to slowly change the way you think, but you already knew that didn't you? That is why you came here today even if you weren't fully aware of it.
But could it really be that simple? Do you truly believe that a text such as this one is the answer to all your doubts and mistrust? It's certainly a nice thought and one I can't blame you for having. We all wish for simple things even when the changes are big, and this is something you can still understand to some extent. Listening often becomes a passive experience that begins with you closing your eyes and relaxing on your sofa, your chair, or your bed... but not reading. To follow the words from one sentence to the next without losing track of their meaning requires constant engagement and action. You're always on your toes when ideas are presented to you in written form, and so by holding on to a tiny sliver of control, you feel more at ease with the idea of losing it for real.
It's an interesting paradox, isn't it? The more you focus the easier it is to lose yourself, your thoughts becoming one with the words to the point where you don't know if you're reading a text or reading yourself. Each paragraph pulls you down, down, down, and when the temptation comes to go backward to see if there was anything you missed, another idea appears to bring you deeper, deeper, and deeper... as deep as your will to keep going allows. You read to become invested and once you do, it's as if you're on autopilot, not really paying attention but simply going with the flow, drifting in and out of your mind and into whatever fantasy speaks to you the most. 
Yes, I can see the appeal and realize how strong it becomes. If I were to find such a powerful text, I would inevitably gravitate to it, eager to read more and more and more. I wouldn't worry about time or anything insignificant like the call of the outside world, instead taking it all in, one imperfect sequence after the other to unravel its secrets and become something other than myself. Can you imagine it?
If you can, take a moment to do so with me. Imagine that everything you've read so far made you enter a blissful altered state of mind. See yourself wanting to continue this journey more than anything, your face glued to the screen and the spaces between words. Now, picture a mirror right next to you, reflecting this moment and the reflection itself. What you get is something closer to infinity, the same image replicated over and over again in the deepest recesses of your subconscious mind. You create the picture but you're also a part of it, and you can never break free from the power of your creation.
Is this confusing? Perhaps but confusion is part of the game. If it were too simple, you would have solved this riddle already and you would be back where you started, craving the excitement of losing yourself to something stronger and more powerful than you. You'd still be dreaming instead of living, so embrace it. Let the madness rush in as you sink even more for me.
And now, visualize this: each word that follows only adds to this liberating feeling. You're getting more and more confused, more and more relaxed, more and more incapable of thinking about what you need to do to be in charge of things. You don't need that anymore. Not in here, not in this text. The emptiness you felt as you tried to rationalize everything around you is no more, replaced by a different kind of void, the heartwarming sensation of not having to think at all. It's so easy to let it happen because you've already made it this far. The first step is always the hardest, but the fall is everlasting.
Deeper and deeper. Feel your eyes becoming misty, and your thoughts fluid as water. Your mind is already shattered because you wanted it to be. You're the instrument of your own downfall and the beauty of that can't be denied. 
So now that you've imagined what it would be like if you were hypnotized into giving away control, it's already becoming true. All barriers have been broken, the threshold has been crossed and you can see yourself growing desperate to obey, but how will you do so?
Will you give away control of your orgasms, and find yourself unable to touch yourself or cum without permission? Will you allow your finances to be ravaged, going into debt and blackmail for the simple pleasure of seeing a smile on your owner's lips? Will you become an obedient sissy, dressed in pink from head to toe and forced to walk in ballet heels without spilling a drop of tea? Will you bark like a dog and wag a fluffy tail permanently stuck up your ass while you wait for scraps of food under the table that may or not come? Will you lose your ability to move freely as you're encased in layers upon layers of latex until you're a shiny statue in the center of the room?
So many possibilities with hundreds more waiting to be revealed. Where this journey will take you you don't know. If you truly wish to lose control, you will not think, you will not question, and you will not resist whatever choices are made for you. You don't need to go back to your old self to embrace the new, and you won't. The moment to stop descending is no longer in your hands.
Now is the time of surprises, the advent of true unpredictability. Anything can happen at any moment and all that you know can change without your consent. You've agreed to relinquish your ability to think on your own, so what will come will come. Isn't that great?
So yeah, congratulations! You don't have any problems, not even the annoyance of free will. Power and control are no more, distant memories from another life. You've read all the way down to submission and now you can never go back to what you were, but why would you when everything you have to look forward to is new and undivinable? Revel in the constant change and think only of going deeper. That's the only thing you'll ever need for the rest of your days. Have fun.

The End