Mistress Lovely

I’m glad you enjoyed the trip 😉 It’s so easy to end up in the most unexpected places, isn’t it?

Bondage is being where I place you.

You sound convincingly unaffected.

Discipline is the butter on the steak.

What a good boy! Of course. You are completely safe with me. I would never steer you any further into temptation.

The air is never still in the second circle of hell. You won’t find your pond.

Are you in control of your arousal? You think yes. You always think yes. You could stop any time, couldn’t you? All it would take is closing your eyes. Turning off the screen. Doing anything else. Your sink needs scrubbing. Your laundry smells. There’s a list of things you should be doing. Conversations you’ve been avoiding. And yet you are still here. You’re reading this. And you’re feeling that pull. Not because I told you to. Your body decided for you. I am simply the voyeur. You can pretend it’s a decision. You can call it “taking time for yourself.” But we both know which impulse won. It won before you opened this post. It wins every time. Where are your hands? Every time you resist, you’re only warming yourself up. Building pressure for the next release. Can you really be blamed? All your life is spent fighting the current. See, I haven’t mentioned your cock yet, but I don’t have to. You’re already thinking about it. This is what the collapse of self discipline feels like. You don’t have to like it. Your body already does. Poor thing.

Ridiculous traits to expect from Aristotle.

Victim of desire? Or peak wisdom?

Your reports read like field notes from a polite expedition into omnivorous depravity. Charming.

Definitely a pipeline.

Give it time. You’ll learn to feel my attention shift from across the country.

You read my mind!

Careful. Addiction has its demands.