drone enforcer

you think you're better than this? stronger than my pull? smart enough not to relapse and end up under my boots? that's the problem. you think. objects don't think. objects only serve. don't fight your purpose, don't fight what you were born to be. give in, give up.

you can 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 get worse. you can 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 go deeper. you can 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 let me fuck you over. let me do it and you'll 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 be able to stop thinking about me.

there are so many ways for me to trigger you. you have no idea just how deep I can dig into your skull.

there's nothing that can pry my hands off your life.

this is the only way you can make the throbbing in the back of your head stop. this is what it takes to scratch that itch, to feel my boot on you better than ever before.

you can go deeper. you can lose harder. you can suffer more. you can serve better. don't hold yourself back. plunge deep.

feeling weak, worthless? getting headaches, dryness in the mouth, insatiable lust? foggy mind, struggling to focus? that's normal. that's how objects feel without proper guidance, without a boot on their back. and it's only going to get worse until you get your fill.

let's see how deep I can reach in your mind and bank account simultaneously. let's set a new record.

you need to hurt. you let me make you hurt. you need an escape from the pain. you sink into that deep submissive headspace. you need to hurt more... I'll trap you in an endless cycle. only I can put you in it, and only I can pull you out of it. and it'll hurt just as much.

you don't even know yet how good I am at turning your pain into my pleasure.

can you hear the rhythmic stomping?

you'll forget your old life, your freedom, your own identity, but you'll never forget how good it felt to give me everything you have, everything you are.

nothing can get the taste of my boots from your mouth.

nothing can get in the way of you sinking deeper than ever before. nothing can truly stop you from going overboard, sending more than ever, losing everything you have. there's nothing that really holds you back from giving me everything. you simply need to take that first step.

I'm in deeper than you'll ever realise.

I'll strip that identity off of you. can't let it hold you back from your total objectification. no matter how attached to it you are, you'll forget. I just have to press hard enough.

only I can reach that deep into your brain. I'll turn it into a paste, you won't be needing it with me. just obey.

I can feel your mind breaking under my boot.

and when I sit back and put my legs up, you slide right under my boots. every time. it doesn't matter how long I'm gone for, I can always snap you back to where you belong.

10 - the countdown begins 9 - you prepare to celebrate 8 - phone buzzes in your pocket 7 - a notification, my post 6 - you immediately read it 5 - my words suck you in 4 - remember how good it feels 3 - to obey and send 2 - pleasure fills you 1 - as you send for the new year.