I don't like resistance.

All my favorite playthings?
They don't fight me.
They don't question,
And they don't talk back.
That's why they get spoiled.

An obedient toy,
An obedient toy that does as it's told,
Why--they get noticed.
They get attention.

You want me?
Be what I want you to be.

I like making personalized replies.

If you reply to my posts,
And I want to use you,
Then I'll use you.

But I don't reply
Without making it feel "special".

I want my words to stick in your head
So you can remember them,
Shudder,
And go weak again.

So be unique.
Give me something to play with~ 🧸

"I want you",
While my fingertips
Trace along your jawline.

"I want you",
As my lips
Exhale into an ear.

Feel it, Toy.
Feel my desire.
Close your eyes.
Shudder.

Let it resonate
Deep in your head.
Go weak
As the words take control
As my wishes
Subdue you.

Feel it
Then give me what I want.

I praise you
Because I love you,
And because I want to control you,
But mostly because I love you.

And

I hold your face
Because I adore you,
And because I want my eyes in yours,
But mostly because I adore you.

You're very special to me.
Know it. Believe it.
You're very special to me.

Mine.

Learn to be obsessed.
Really. Learn to be obsessed.

Check your phone,
Look for messages,
Sigh. Wait. Patience, impatience~

It's so hard to hold back.
I know, toy. It's just so exhausting...

You want to be noticed.
You want to be used.

Keep waiting.
Keep behaving.

You'll get attention soon...

My kisses start out innocent.

A peck of the cheek,
A lick at the nose,
It's gentle, safe.

But then it gets rougher.

My hands on your hair,
The tongue, entering,
Prodding deeper,
Forcing yours into a delicious dance...

Our tastes mix,
But

Your flavor,
It's overwritten by mine.

Smile when you're spoken to.
Smile when you're controlled.
Smile when you break.

Smile,
Smile,
Smile.

It's not enough to just give in.
Smile.
Encourage me to keep going.

You're happy?
You want to be conditioned?
Show it.

Smile.

Marking under the collar,
Biting and licking,
Scratching and clawing,

Every line,
Every indent,
It's a symbol of love.

The collar covers it up.
The collar hides it all.

Nobody else can see,
Nope, nope~

Our little secret.

Is it selfish
To steal you away?

When I'm not with you,
I want you.
And when I'm with you,
I want you.

I don't want to share.
I don't want to compromise.
I want you to myself.

Every day,
Every single day,
I have these thoughts.

And,
Right as it becomes too heavy to bear,

"I want you too."

I'm not interested in little flicks anymore.

It's only across years,
And years,
And years,
And years,

A lifetime of development,
Every day, spent reinforcing your purpose,

When the thought of pulling away
Brings you physical, tangible pain,

That's when I'm having fun.