The Spiral

Description: You came here to stroke, but now you’re slipping.the spiral is spinning, my voice is wrapping around your thoughts, and you’re falling deeper with every breath. this isn’t stroking anymore.this is surrender.controlled. conditioned. owned. your hand moves because i say so.your mind melts because i want it to.and the more you stroke, the less you remember what freedom ever felt like. eyes locked on the spiral.obedience pulsing through your veins.and when i give the trigger, you’ll know exactly what you are. mine.