You belong beneath Me.
Not as an equal. Not as a partner.But as something owned. Shaped. Controlled.
I see the way you watch.The way you hesitate.The way your body reacts before your mind can pretend you still have dignity.
You crave structure.You crave permission.You crave the quiet relief of no longer pretending you’re in control.
I decide when you speak.I decide when you kneel.I decide when you’re worthy of My attention… and when you’re not.
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