What weakness wraps around you with the slightest of my tugs.. a little jerk of my wrist and the puppet is dancing on his strings for me. A little click of my fingers, a smirk on my lips, the mind numbing whisper OBEY PUPPET that lingers on your flesh.. and you fall for me. The power I hold over my puppet is so vast it can not be measured, but it can be displayed so easily in everything I do.
I look in your direction and mark you as my prey and you helplessly surrender to it. There is no way to fight me and there is no desire to. All you can feel is the aching burning need to give in and pleasure me. Being fucked over, abused, used.. treated like a rag doll.. tossed around this way and that while I laugh and giggle and smirk and give you my haughty gaze through my piercing blue eyes.. you bend to my will time and again and beg to be my bitch.
You’ve learned how good it is to obeyyyyy. To always obeyyy. It feels amazing to let go of all the fear, of all the doubt, to release the worries from your body, heart and mind and just to sink deep into the world of Posh. Sinking deep to your knees. Sinking deep to obsession. Going deeper for me puppet, deeper into obsession, deeper into helplessness. It feels SO good doesn’t it pet.
Yet, we know it doesn’t matter how good you feel about it.. does it. It matters how good I feel. It matters how much you pleasure me. It matters that you sacrifice and suffer for my happiness. It matters that you are an obedient little toy who knows his placee is up on the shelf until such time as I wrap my beautiful little hands around you and yank you down for playing! Of course MY playtime is soooo dangerous for you but you don’t care at all. You have no resistance. You have no care’s at all other than to perform as the best puppet you can be. MY puppet. My personal play thing. All for ME.
So what when I start to squeeze and you feel the pain as I drain from you everything. Your time, your energy, your money, your life, your family, your very personality. I take it all away for my own use. For my own purpose. That’s what you face and you can’t stop me, and you don’t want to. You only want to OBEYYYYY. Obey Obey Obeyyyy my financial slave.