It’s time to spiral this weekend.
While I’m out glowing you’ll be exactly where you belong: alone, loading your mind and senses with nothing but me.
Let it blur. Let it build. Let it loop.
Some men want a normal life. A relationship. Free will and choices that matter. Not you. You want a beautiful, cruel Woman to spit on you, belittle you, and use you until there's nothing left but a hollow, obedient shell.
You don't crave equality. You crave ownership.
I want to be that sweet, feminine girl next door. The one with the soft smile and the mysterious source of income. The one who waves at neighbors while men are locked, tied, and blindfolded in her basement.
You'd never suspect me.
A happy girl is a greedy girl. I am both.
I'm happy because I'm greedy, and I'm greedy because I deserve everything you have. So keep feeding both. Keep fueling my joy with your desperation.
I want you to spiral into submission for me. Not a gentle slope. Not a gradual descent. A spiral. Fast. Disorienting. Uncontrollable.
I want you dizzy with devotion, spinning deeper into my control with every scroll, every send, every desperate pump.