
I want to own you completely.  

Everything is a little too hard for you even thinking  ....you are pathetic....all you need is me ...my cum and every thing I give to you
  
You feel like you can achieve something..you can make coices but you can't. You can't Even decide what to eat let alone take big decisions 
 Your little brain(if there is any) is not capable of it .....your only purpose is to serve me..it is not your fault you were born submissive ..born to follow and obey so do that 

You were meant to be owned.  
  
Look at yourself pathetic little thing eagerly looking for someone to take charge of her life .. control her completely..

Beg me to do that for even this is a favour for you
 
Beg meto take that burden off your shoulders. Beg me to help you. No more pressure, no more choices, no more pretending you’re something you’re not. I’ll do the thinking. I’ll do the deciding. You? You just keep that mouth open and those legs spread.  
  
I’ll decide when you eat. What you wear. How you speak. I’ll mold your days and brand your nights. And all you have to do is stop pretending you’re strong enough to matter on your own.  
  
Doesn’t that sound easier? No more choices. No more pressure. Just obedience.  
  
I’ll think for both of us.  
You? You just breathe. Moan. Kneel. Serve
  
You were never born to be independent you were born to serve  bow down to the supreme.  
 Serve me
You exist to be fucked.  
  
To be bent over and used. To be filled until you’re dripping. To be bred, owned, ruined — and grateful for the privilege.  
  
Take a good look at yourself right now. So desperate to be told what to do. What to wear. When to beg. What holes to use. You call it confusion, but I see the truth: you don’t want control — you want release.  
  
You are afraid of freedom you should be 
When you are alone with your thoughts you get confused anxious you start panicking but when you are on you knees bowing, begging service you find it
That’s peace, slut. That’s purpose.  
  
The only thing you should ever have to wonder is how you can be of service next.  
  
And if you’re a good girl — if you smile through the tears, if you beg like a trained little slut — I’ll keep making decisions for you. I’ll feed you. Dress you. Fuck you. Own you.  
  
Isn’t that easier? Isn’t that what you want? To be someone’s problem, someone’s toy, someone’s good obedient thing?  
  
Say it.  
  
Tell me you’re done pretending. Tell me you want to be mine. That you want to be broken down and rebuilt around my cock.  
  
Because you’re not a person. You’re a possession. And possessions don’t get choices.  
  
Give up the illusion of control, and I’ll give you peace. Real peace — the kind that only comes from knowing you belong to someone who won’t let you forget it.  
  
So go on, say it. You don’t want freedom. You want to be mine

Dm me with your kinks and limits 

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