You’re so certain you know what you want.

Do you really? Do you have this fantasy all mapped out in your head, every detail of how it should go, every word scripted and movement laid out in predictable patterns? Are you honestly expecting Me, your Mistress, to just… follow a script?

Am I such an automaton to you? A cipher to fill a spot?

I’ll teach you otherwise, my dear. I’m no robot, to rote fill a role for you, act out your prescribed role for me. Oh no. I’m much more than that. And you’ve put yourself into my hands here, you came to me asking for what I can give you. Yet even now, craving submission and release, you still try to retain your so precious control.

I’d be disappointed if it weren’t so common and predictable.

Now that you’re on the brink, facing your fantasy in flesh, of course you want to back down. What if it’s not as good as what’s in your head? What if it doesn’t work, what if it’s embarrassing, what if, what if, what if??? So, go ahead. Try to control me, control your sexual urges, control every single thing you can. Soon enough you’ll exhaust yourself, drive yourself until you must let go. And I’ll be here waiting.

Let it go.

Release every iota of control you’ve been clinging to so desperately. Stop trying to control me, control my actions, control what happens between us. That’s all my job. Stop trying to do both my job and yours. I’m the Mistress, you’re the submissive, what I want, what I decree, what I decide will happen is what will happen. Not you. So let it go.

Submit to me.

You called up your darkest demon of desire, your own precious succubus to seduce you and render you pliant. I’m here. These things you try to bind me with? Control me with? Let them go. Let it all go, and let me be free.