Esoteric Submission

It flows into you one grain of sand at a time, the prismatic particles of his will. At first the granules are unnoticeable, a faint tickle that feels like the shadow of a recently forgotten dream. Steadily the grains gather and spread faint decrees throughout your mind, nestling soothingly into each unmarked crevice. The grains build into mounds as his will intensifies and spills over to gingerly make you forget that there was ever anything else. The amassed particles become a weight that shifts with the slightest movement, and each time a choice is made that isn’t his will the balance is tilted, like a pillar threatening collapse. He skillfully shifts the sands back with a gentle nudge, avoiding destruction, encouraging and reinforcing stability with his desires. The grains of sand seek and saturate every gap of your mind until the weight of his will is so great that you become a delicately balanced puppet dancing blithely on his strings.