Devote Yourself 🪽

 PLAY TRACK: ONLY YOU
    i watched a movie with ♠️ yesterday, and i was really interested in the concept of it — the whole idea of dominance and submission. i feel like i stray a little from the typical dominant-to-submissive style. i don’t particularly find blind devotion appealing; that separates us too far apart. i want them to crawl toward me like an injured animal and need me to nurse them back to health. your mind is smoothed away with thoughts of me and the things you know i can provide for you, and in return, you will feel more useful than you ever have before.
    it’s not just a “you serve me,” but an “i will service you in ways i promise you will never forget.” a day won’t go by where i’m not watching you creep around in places you think no one can see. i want to hear the nasty things you’ll admit to me, and without a doubt, i will perform for you. but you see, it’s not like a master-and-slave sort of ordeal. i do like the concept of orders and compliance, but you have to look the part. when i say “yeah?” you say “yes” every time. when i ask you a question, you answer without dancing around the truth. and if you try to slip away, just know that before this song is over, you’ll be pathetically back at my doorstep asking me to enter.
    you see what i mean? i love that direct call and answer. i say, you answer. you please me, and i promise you’ll be taken care of. just turn off your mind and fill it with me. you won’t have to worry or cry — but even if you do, we’ll handle that too.
does this make any sense, my fellow freaks, or is this just not my audience at the moment?

  it feels like someone’s who doesn’t just want compliance, they want to live inside the other person’s mind.

Remembering.

  PLAY TRACK: THE SECRET LIFE OF DAYDREAMS

  Your hands past my neck, down to my shoulders, and effortlessly gliding across my back. Each nail that grazes me sends a jolt not only throughout my body but to my mind. You’ve filled me with thoughts of summertime, playful hues scattering across the board, building an image I’ve long forgotten. Yes, this is what truly matters — a little time where you and I are no longer individuals, but simply all in the same energy. We become one, but just for a moment, where nothing else in the world feels significant.

  I hope to experience this feeling again. You remind me of what a privilege it is to have memory — to recall moments both sweet and sour, to know and feel the weight attached to them, and to recognize them as something real. Something true to you, and you only.

  In my mind, you will never die. No matter how much time passes, the moments we spent together — the days that are now long gone will never dwindle. For if not these moments, I’d be a much crueler man now.

Who is this writing even about?

Too much at once, I fear. So try not to break your mind apart trying to connect it to a single thing. That would be your first mistake.

Oh, okay. I guess that makes sense. Yeah.