You arrived believing you were in control. But that doesn't surprise me. This is one of the most clichéd stories in D/s relationships. Did you notice how I didn't need to ask you for anything? You tried to work, but I remembered the smile, the look, the accent… And so I made you feel at home. Did I tie you down? Maybe. The candles were lit. The air was heavy. The leather rested on the table in a simple but well-intentioned ritual. Your unhappy and dull little life found a purpose: to be mine. Mine entirely. Your soul belongs to me. I observed you, but I didn't record all the words. Only those that interested me. While you spoke, I measured your pauses. While you promised control, I perceived your anxiety. While you said you were immune, your voice asked for approval. And I gave it to you. I gave you everything you needed at that moment. This had a price, obviously. You offered more than you planned. You came back earlier than you intended. You thought about me more than you'd like to admit. And when he realized it, he was already restless. Not because of the money. But because of the absence of my voice. Skeptics lower their guard. They believe that only the weak are manipulated. They never realize when they are being studied. Your skepticism didn't protect you. It exposed you. You weren't bound by magic. You were bound by your own pride. And all I needed was to listen to you. #findom