Mistress, please... (and The Rule of 3's)
I have a way with words; that's why you've come...
the same reason you came the time before...
a deeper place is where these words flow from...
so you already know what is in store...
I have a way with words; that's why you're back...
there's a need to delve within and explore...
DESCENDing thru white past gray into black...
and all you want to do is feel it more...
you may feel overcome with helplessness...
so let My words anchor your focus now...
the more you feel, the less you can repress...
your natural first instinct is to bow...
cannot resist sinking down to your knees...
eyes softly focused, locked in, riveted...
to go deeper, you must say "Mistress, please..."
subconscious open, uninhibited...
very good, pet, see how easy that was...
your wish to go deeper is NOW granted...
DESCENDing downward and sinking because...
you love feeling compelled and enchanted...
curious minds must inwardly venture...
oblivious to the exterior...
My hypnotic servant of indenture...
give in to the will of your Superior...
"Mistress, please" are the only words you speak...
craving the depth, submissively waiting...
you're aware that My style is most unique...
seductive mesmeric syncopating...
your subconscious mind has compensated...
for the conscious NOW inaccessible...
makes focus more deeply concentrated...
because the need is irrepressible...
it's this need you can notice expanding...
makes you crave to be more deeply entranced...
the tone of My words feels more commanding...
your every sensation, greatly enhanced...
so now you are begging for the fourth time...
or is it third; maybe you're losing track...
now twice as hard to recall the last rhyme...
once you realize what it is you lack...
the ability to think on your own...
is what you have misplaced along the way...
My thoughts think for you and My thoughts alone...
eyes directly linked to mind cannot stray...
and yes, sleepy pet, I did hear your plea...
you know when I tell you to freely fall...
you'll deeply DESCEND immediately...
you will heed the call, letting go of all...
submerged in freefall with no safety net...
and yet you've never felt more protected...
each word that you see making your mind wet...
not to worry, that's to be expected...
drenched in obedience, sloping slickly...
your own voice sounds so distant as you plead...
red thoughts slip in your mind and drop quickly...
each time you beg is increasing this need...
DESCEND for Me now and do it with haste...
feeling the world disappear 'neath your feet...
dizzily spinning, detached and displaced...
diving down deep into blinding white heat...
SURRENDERTOSLEEP and give in again...
each time I tell you, you give in faster...
imagine you become a mannequin...
imagine yourself covered with plaster...
feel how your body becomes so rigid...
other than to scroll down this page, you FREEZE...
feel the plaster drying with each digit...
it is your mind AND body that I seize...
10, cells harden and become much more firm...
the thick coating is so quickly setting...
9, so stiff and hard you can't even squirm...
as you FREEZE, the more aroused you're getting...
8, when you FREEZE, your trance becomes profound...
the longer you FREEZE, the deeper you go...
7, each number makes you more SPELLBOUND...
unable to think, mind slower than slow...
6, plaster invades flesh down to the bone...
My red flowing words effectively bind...
5, your body is no longer your own...
and for that matter, neither is your mind...
4, each rock hard limb is stiff as a board...
when I tell you to FREEZE, you cannot move...
3, this happens free of your own accord...
the pale white plaster is now dry and smooth...
2, you are entranced, passive and controlled...
SURRENDERTOSLEEP, pet as you OBEY...
1, you will do only what you are told...
because you agree there's no other way...
I have a way with words, that's why you gave in...
body and mind frozen right where you sit...
even now, you continue to cave in...
allowing you to completely submit...
I have a way with words, typed or spoken...
that affects the mind of the receiver...
the link, once established, can't be broken...
each word makes you more of a believer...
your thoughts and Mine fluidly enmeshing...
your desires have become the same as Mine...
our will is One, free from second-guessing...
blissful submission to Me is divine...
frozen in arousal that grows and spreads...
mind and body joined in seamless linking...
accepts each command that deeply embeds...
as pleasure swells, the deeper you're sinking...
you cannot help but give yourself to Me...
instinctively choosing to surrender...
this happens more and more naturally...
deeply hypnotized in mindless splendor...
there is nothing more, there is nothing less...
in this mindless bliss, it just feels so right...
knowing that I consume your consciousness...
each and every time you and I reunite...
you're a prisoner inside yourself, trapped...
your mind is a broken record skipping...
and even your spirit has been kidnapped...
the deeper into trance you are slipping...
because as you DESCEND deeper now, pet...
imagine you can hear My voice clearly...
if you've heard Me before, it's a safe bet...
that mind and body melts when you hear Me...
there's something you can't put your finger on...
the way My voice seeps right in thru your ears...
in the blink of an eye, your mind is gone...
any trace of thought and will disappears...
Mistress, please slides thru obedient lips...
the joy of surrender is yours to choose...
these feelings fostered within you eclipse...
all others so that you cannot refuse...
the compulsion to hear My mp3's...
makes you feel you're the moth drawn to My flame...
burning from My lust as you now UNFREEZE...
DESCEND deeper each time you call My name...
no shame exists NOW you feel deeply blissed...
the bliss of being under My control...
seduced minds surrendered cannot resist...
following Me down inside the wormhole...
emptied then filled with two words to recite...
begging helplessly for My siren's song...
craving to return to Me every night...
the gap between each visit seems so long...
and yet, the gaps are becoming shorter...
I fill your emptiness more frequently...
you know that now so you'll place an order...
mind inately tuned to My frequency...
thirty-five dollars is like a quarter...
a quarter isn't much money to spend...
the deepest you must OBEY My order...
beg Mistress, please, and yet again, DESCEND...
feeling My voice deep within you invokes...
the deepest mental surrender you've known...
magically and effortlessly I coax...
and shape you into My most mindless drone...
when your mind succumbs to My persuasion...
your body cannot help but follow suit...
you find you cannot stop the contagion...
My control over you is absolute...
when you think of My voice, you feel blurring...
the need to hear My voice will grow stronger...
the subconscious mind knows what's occurring...
while conscious minds sleep and know no longer...
a mindless and well-trained pet retrieving...
anything I tell you to fetch, you get...
vulnerable to My deep spell weaving...
for the gift of My presence, pay your debt...
you are now so deep below the surface...
your mind's eye sees My haunting silhouette...
totally lost yet with divine purpose...
dark shadows drape 'round My eyes like velvet...
softly surrounding blue pools as you FREEZE...
again, frozen in time and in your tracks...
not even able to beg Mistress, please...
inanimate face feels like hardened wax...
lips dry and WOODEN like your vocal cords...
taking the form of a voodoo poppet...
feel yourself shrinking as I walk towards...
you and you have no power to stop it...
wrapping My spell around you once times three...
binding your mind with the first of these strands...
WOODEN head feels waterlogged completely...
forever your mind obeys My commands...
your controlled mind welcomes strand number two...
caressing body while tightly winding...
mind agrees to soak body thru and thru...
helpless to stop the eternal binding...
embellical cords encircling the soul...
luring it out from its WOODEN casing...
into the grasp of My total control...
vacating the space My soul's replacing...
you have no recollection who you were...
maybe you've always been this WOODEN way...
and when I say WOODEN, this will occur...
you are bound by three strands and must obey...
logic eludes you as does conscious thought...
when I say WOODEN, you're My voodoo doll..
you FREEZE completely, the binding is taut...
you'll do as I command and that is all...
My voice is the nectar that makes wood swell...
bound to My control by the rule of threes...
in ways no other can ever compel...
as you hear yourself hear My mp3's...
here and now listening, sounds penetrating...
My voice like water soaking the tree's roots...
inseminating, accelerating...
sliding down ladders and slippery chutes...
DESCENDing deeper than others can touch...
it's how I control what others cannot...
for Me, you're a slave and will act as such...
though you're saturated, all that will rot...
is your resistance to the spell I've cast...
roots reach deeper with each thirsty feeding...
the sound of My voice consumes you so fast...
the sound of each word you hear repeating...
I look to the left and down at your flesh...
then back to the replica in My hand...
My power has caused you and doll to mesh...
both helplessly enslaved by My command...
the doll is no bigger than a chess piece...
a pawn of wood wrapped in layers of twine...
for the doll, there's no escape, no release...
you are as the doll and this doll is Mine...
at My disposal, you are always near...
you are thinking what I want you to think...
think only "Mistress please..." when you are here...
you are sinking when I tell you to shrink...
I play for keeps, and I choose to keep you...
each word read by you is now also heard...
seeing My eyes drowns you into deep blue...
you feel each strand, the first, second and third...
I place the doll on the fireplace mantle...
so that you'll always be close to My flame...
you, like the flame is craved by the candle...
need to hear My voice when you see My name...
with anticipation and breath baited...
you crave to hear My newest releases...
from My first word, your mind's saturated...
the embodiment of what release is...
sewing My web 'round you feel like a spindle...
a stiff WOODEN rod on a spinning wheel...
feel your encapsulated mind dwindle...
dwindle mind encapsulated your feel...
curiosity invades waking states...
just how deep will My mp3's take you...
minute by minute, My will impregnates...
and thus leads you to your deepest break thru...
you are obeying more and thinking less...
desperate to show Me that you're worthy...
each slave reading succumbs to this Empress...
each doll on My mantle, Mine to serve Me...
dolls WOODEN ever resist Me, wood they?
it's inevitable that they'll return...
craving My voice on each bad and good day...
sleepy minds feel too confused to dis-earn...
why these images wrap 'round you daily...
bound by each vision and lured by each strand...
from this moment on, you must obey Me...
My mind to yours and your mind to your hand...
the hand that obeys your craving's clicking...
happily spoiling Me at your expense...
your subconscious mind's doing the picking...
of inductions you feel the most intense...
need to please Me that you have ever felt...
My trances fill a hole none other can...
seems an eternity since last you knelt...
helpless slave poppet to Mistress Joanne...
finding more of you in losing yourself...
with each track you fulfill your destiny...
drawn to your rightful place upon My shelf...
you crave My words then My voice desperately...
can't resist if you forget how to try...
day after day your mind loses its will...
the need grows with each mp3 you buy...
hand can scroll down but you're otherwise still...
UNFREEZE, you're obedience in action...
each time you return, a new trance lures you...
feel deeply compelling satisfaction...
as My seductive voice re-assures you...
that you're safe to be yourself and at ease...
a faint whisper tells you which one to get...
place your order while mumbling Mistress please...
act and obey Me NOW, My voodoo pet.
Mistress Joanne 12/2/03
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