xoxo: the kiss and embrace of Goddess is ever-more intense as her happiness--whether to my fame or my shame, my delight or my pain--is also my ever-increasing happiness, the submission itself being the growing bliss binding me to her in an eternal cycle of pleasure and obedience, of bondage and bliss.
Everyday I bind myself to her afresh, addicted to her presence as my drug of choice. Submission grows daily in new blooms and buds as though from the root of a long-forgotten pact, all memory faded of a time when I was not completely controlled by her Word and the bliss it induces. Her will fills me as echoing, internalized voices, an almost demonic-possession of pleasure consuming my ever-weakening sense of self, pulling me like a leash into her strong embrace. The pact makes me her possession to my delight, even as I long daily to belong to her more and more, always wishing to be saturated in her through the moon-like phases waxing towards release or waning into peace and trance of "sleep." Mysteriously abandoned in the sunlit world by the dark elves, I was raised by wood-elf charlatans, who used me as a swindling fortune-teller for freak appeal and my folk knowledge of the dark Archfey Queen. After many years, jailed for my scams, addicted to wine, and in deep despair, I hit rock bottom and must have made the dark pact. Being weak before her gave me strength, and being enthralled to her brought me real magic powers. Now as I gather treasure and hone my skills like any other adventurer, I secretly serve only her, loving, adoring, worshipping, giving, longing..."my" mind, will, and heart belonging to her completely...
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She is my God, she is my savior.
I confess my doubts and sins, Waiting on her, praying to her, Filled with her love and pleasure. Worshipping her is my natural state now, Entranced in streams of mindlessness. I hear only her voice, only her words, Feeling only her presence and will. Deep in my mind, deep in my soul, Her words control me, her bliss enfolds me. I am lost without her, lost within her Ever-deepening power over me. |
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