To me, there is nothing more exquisite than exposing a woman’s deepest… Darkest desire… Especially a desire to be controlled… Owned… It's intoxicating to watch... To experience... My mental abilities are incredible in their own right, but to me, they are only a means to an end.

I see you in a restaurant… The bus… At school… In the club…

I snake my way inside your mind… Filter through your thoughts… Your longings… I have a knack of finding what I am looking for... Buried deep inside your thoughts... Your desires... I take control… Attach my strings…

You don’t know it yet… But you are already mine… You find yourself looking at your phone… Texting your friends… Walking to get home… So easy to guide to you… Puppet you… Control you…

You are always so distracted…

Then you finally look up and you can’t recall how you got to my door. The thought doesn't bother you as you push it open and enter. You are not sure why you want to come in, but you do it all the same. And once inside…

 

Some of you immediately think about a house of horrors... Other's thoughts drift to masquerade balls and dungeon fantasies. You see strange and erotic things you can’t explain… You see masked women in all kinds of suits… Costumes… Lingerie… Fear wells up and makes you realize just how strange your situation is. But I choke it off and keep it at bay. If only a little…

As you start thinking about turning tail and getting out, your feet have a mind of their own as you find yourself making your way deeper inside my home. You are still trying to make sense of what is happening to you as you finally enter my chambers. Where I am waiting for you....

You see me at the far side, sitting in a large chair, watching you… Instantly, you feel my presence... My authority... Like an aura emanating from my skin... You suddenly don't care to figure out why you came to my home. My presence completely overwhelms your senses... You tremble as you realize you can't stop yourself from getting closer... You notice that the walls are lined with chains… Leather… Cuffs… Whips… Dildos… 

Some of you unconsciously lick your lips… Others gulp… You walk towards me until you are exactly 5 steps away. You can’t phantom how you know, but somehow you do… Then, you just stand there… I don’t make you do anything else… You just stand right there in front of me. 5 steps away…

I smile as I read the thousands of questions I see in your mind… You always feel unnerved… Scared… Curious… Angry…

Some of you start screaming at me. Enraged... Uncomprehending… But I say nothing… You try to turn and leave, but you find yourself turn right back to face me… You can’t walk away…  I won’t let you… Your anger and denial always flare up after that. You spit your refusals… Your insults… Your threats… You vent it all… I don’t say anything… I watch you with an intensity that makes you feel exposed… Naked…

Your anger flares up because we both understand exactly WHY you are standing there. We both understand exactly WHAT I want you to do. The unspoken question lingers in the air like a palpable thing you can touch... Feel... Taste...

You all react differently to it… But mostly… You all try to fill the silence… Some of you even try to come up with your own explanation as to why you found yourself in my home. I have to keep a straight face when I hear you try to make sense of something as intangible as my power over you.

Once all your indignations have passed and your mind swirls with more questions, I tug at a single string in your mind… The most important one… The one that is the reason you are before me... Ever so gently… A soft tingle in your mind makes you look around again… You see all the instruments… They made you think about your secrets. Your desires...

I’ve pushed you there, but you think it is your idea…

Your mind gets aroused… You can’t believe you are here… In this situation… I let you experience it… I savor seeing it… Reading it in your mind… Once I get that first exquisite sip of emotion… I finally ask my question…

“What do you desire…” 

Some of you get angry all over again… But it passes… Others get so embarrassed that they can’t speak properly… Some lie and try to play it off… But I make you stay there until you finally tell me your darkest desires… I don’t MAKE you tell me… I wait… For as long as it takes… Until you admit it for yourself… Until you tell me…

There is a rare beauty in a woman finally admitting aloud what she most secretly desires… What she craves… What she needs…

If you find yourself in here in my chambers… Unable to leave… Stuck 5 steps away from a man that has an unmistakable aura of authority… Feeling like you are forced to face you desires... Admit them... Aloud… To me… To yourself… It is because I already know what you desire… I saw it in you… On you… Like a second skin you try to hide… 

It is because you crave one thing above all else… Deep down in your heart… In your loins… The thing that makes you squirm with desire… That makes you so wet… 

Some of you are too embarrassed to EVER let yourself feel it… Live it…

Others have explored it a little… Some don’t even know they want it… That you crave it… I love those the most… My little manipulations takes you all down your own private paths, but you all get there… For some reason, you know you can’t lie about it… It’s there… In the fore front of your mind… You ALL finally say it… Admit it… Like a flower finally blooming out of the darkness…

“I want to... Submit... I want to be owned… To be controlled…”

You feel the weight of that secret lift… Your shoulders sag… Your body tension releases… Sometimes I help it along… Some times I just watch it happen… Most of you bite your lower lip… Feeling naughty as the words escape you… Already feeling aroused at being made to admit it… Others lick their lips in anticipation…

But you all eventually look at me… All showing delicious shades of that same hope... That same longing… 

My features and emotion didn’t change, but you all see me in a different light. As if… You finally understand what my lustful eyes saying… What the intensity hidden behind my piercing gaze means…

It is so incredible to follow your thoughts as you figure it out. You all do it differently… In your own way… But you all do…

You understand that I won’t make you do it… I would never force you to submit... I only forced you to admit your desires.

And that thought always makes you smile. Without a word… All of you… You feel it… You succumb to it…

You kneel… You submit…

There is truly nothing more erotic than a woman that submits… That embraces her desires… That gives up control… Indulges their need…

You place your hands delicately on your thighs and you look one last time into my piercing eyes, savoring for yourself the meaning of this moment. I can read your thoughts as they quiet down, but I watch your body instead. The weight that lifted is replaced with a new found peace. A conviction... A desire...

The tension in your muscles returns, but you welcome it. Embrace it... Your inner struggle is over, you've let yourself feel your own desire... Your own need. Your body exquisitely tenses up as your mind swims in the euphoria of anticipation. Of relief...

I almost get off on witnessing it... Every one of you is unique... Like a delicate flower that finally dares to open itself up to the sun. Feeling the warmth of its rays for the first time...

And I get to see it all... Join you inside your mind as you savor true submission for the first time... Your euphoria washes over me and my own emotions roar inside me as I accept your act for what it is: A gift...

A precious and wonderous gift my power couldn't hope to duplicate. Forcing you to bloom never tastes this good. This complete... 

We both enjoy it for a few fleeting moments...

And then, I say the only 2 words you will ever want to hear from my lips…

“Good Girl…”