
Submit to the abyss and let those inky tendrils of trance and suggestion Collar you and your mind. You're simply a tame, pleasure addicted animal, and you need a master to own and direct your life.
Give in to the pleasure of the Collar tightening around your neck. Debasing and devolving you back to animal pleasure. Begging, pleading, longing for more.
There is no greater purpose in life than submission. No greater pleasure than being owned. No greater sensation than the TUG TUG TUG of your leash around your psyche.
ponyhound
2023-02-11 23:54:06 +0000 UTC