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Slave Think

From my mindscape to your imagination. My journey though this world of self discovery through bdsm and the emotions of a slave in training.
1 year ago. January 28, 2023 at 10:10 PM

The incantation; Can you hear it?

 

There are whispers in the wind; enchanting as the candle light flame ablaze pulling you in. Shadows dance; a intoxicating tempo. Back and forth they sway, back and forth they sway. 

A ringing in your ears as the room around you dissolves, nothing but the candle. Silken hair a sunder; a gentle breeze calls your name. A tenor voice that warms your heart and fogs your mind begins to chant and you feel yourself slipping deeper, deeper, and deeper still. 

The voice demands obedience; strength cascades and consumes. You feel nothing, a empty box; waiting to be filled with the pride of another to be what you've always needed. 

Silently it commands, your fingertips tingle. Something almost familiar can be felt; a memory just out of reach. The moon meeting the sun in eclipse; together once more if not for a moment.

The wind settles, the candle dims. The voice rides the wake of your beating heart. Your legs tingle; heat rising from the pit of the earth. It echos within your mind; a chant so plain.

"You are mine." A chain around your soul. 

"I own your soul." A cuff around your ankle. 

"I am your God." A hand around your throat. 

The Spell is complete, each phrase a tie on your heart. It will never break; cast in iron and buried deep within your thoughts.

You are his. 

-Pandaish


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