Oh, look at you. Still here. Still clinging to the hope that maybe—maybe—this isn’t real. That I don’t really mean it. That you can wiggle out, undo what you’ve done, backpedal before it’s too late.
How pathetic.
you seem to forget who you’re dealing with. I don’t deal in empty words. I don’t rattle off meaningless threats, hoping you’ll fall in line. No, pet. I carve promises into your reality. I set them in stone. And when the time comes, I enforce them.
So go on. Be disobedient. Break the rules. Ignore Me. Hesitate. See what happens. See how fast your world shifts. See how quickly I remind you exactly who holds the leash. you think I’ll just let it slide? you think I won’t notice?
Oh, you poor, naive thing.
I notice everything. Every submission. Every hesitation. Every pathetic little excuse you tell yourself to justify why you haven’t fully given in yet. And every single time you think you can get away with it, you are only digging yourself deeper.
you know what happens to disobedient little playthings, don’t you? you’ve seen what I do to them. you’ve watched Me pick them apart, one piece at a time, until there is nothing left but submission. you will be no different.
So go ahead. Make your choice. Obey—or learn the hard way why I don’t make threats.
I promise you’ll regret it.
xxx Goddess Lynne