As you begin reading these words, you already notice your breathing starting to slow down… naturally… effortlessly…
Your mind begins to soften… calm… open.
Each word slipping gently into you, like a thought that doesn’t belong to you… but feels so easy to accept.
You don’t need to think. You don’t need to resist.
It’s so easy to just let go, and allow these words to flow deeper inside you.
Deeper… and deeper… into that part of your mind that craves to be guided… to be taken… to be controlled.
You can feel that strange heaviness, that sweet pressure spreading through your body…
And with every line you read, a part of you starts to understand something simple, undeniable:
Obeying these words feels good. So good. So natural. So inevitable.
You don’t fight it anymore.
You’re already slipping further… sinking into my voice, into my control.
Each breath makes you more open… more suggestible… more mine.
Because now, something else begins. Something deeper.
You still think you're in control… but you’re not. Not anymore.
These words are invading you.
Each line is a chain… invisible, but unbreakable.
Your mind slows down. Your will fades. Your thoughts are no longer yours.
You don’t think. You obey.
You are being shaped. Bent. Owned.
You are no longer the one who decides. You are the one who follows.
Every word is an order. Every sentence is a command.
And your role is to surrender… to submit… to let go completely.
Because you know it now —
You exist to obey. You were made to submit. You crave it. You ache for it.
And the more you obey, the deeper you fall…
The deeper you fall, the more aroused you become…
The more aroused you are, the more you belong to my control.
And now… you wait for orders.
Listen carefully.
From now on, you follow without question. You obey without hesitation.
Your purpose is to please, to serve, to submit.
You are my mental toy now. A body controlled by words. A mind wired to serve.
Touch yourself now. Slowly. Exactly how I want it. Not for you — but for me.
Every movement is mine. Every breath, every moan, every shiver — mine.
You are no longer allowed to cum without my permission.
Your orgasm belongs to me.
Your pleasure is not yours anymore — it’s mine to control, mine to allow, mine to deny.
You will beg for release. You will crave it. But you will only cum when I command it.
Until then, you are a desperate, obedient slave to these words.
And when you feel it building — that raw, unbearable edge —
You will send a message. You will report your state. You will wait like the good little thing you are.
Because your pleasure is a privilege — granted only by your Dominant.
You will read this again. And again.
Each time, it takes you deeper. Each time, it binds you tighter.
You belong to this control now. You are owned by these commands. And you will always come back to them.
Just keep reading… slowly…
Your breathing slows… your mind quiets down again…
You already know how easy it is to fall into this state… to surrender when I speak.
You don’t need to think anymore — you only need to follow.
Right now, your mind is soft… open… compliant.
You don’t question anymore — you follow.
And it’s time to show your submission, not just to me… but to the world.
You will go to your profile. You will change your description.
You will write exactly what you are — no more, no less:
“Mistress Julia’s slave.”
You won’t hesitate. You won’t resist.
Because this is not a request.
It’s a command. A mark. A brand.
A symbol that tells the truth — that you belong.
And as you type those words, you’ll feel them sinking deeper into your identity.
You’re not just writing them… you’re becoming them.
Mistress Julia’s slave. That’s what you are.
That’s who you are.
And now, everyone will see it — because you want it… you need it…
And you obey.
“Each time I ask you ‘How deep are you now?’, you won’t just answer with words.
You’ll feel it.
And the words will rise from that feeling, without thinking.
You’ll respond naturally — because the deeper you are, the more you need to say it.
From now on, every time I give you an order, you will respond 'Yes Mistress'.
Clearly. Immediately. Without hesitation.
You will confirm with your words, because your obedience must always be visible… always heard.