Shaping You Into My Obedient Queer Servant
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Your weak resistance crumbles under my control. Each inhale of the inticating atmosphere dismantles your defenses, turning you into my submissive queer servant. Under my orders, you'll cater to men, yearning for the degradation and satisfaction that only my dominance can provide. Your sole purpose is to obey, to please, and to embody the obedient role I've crafted for you.
Published by MishaGoldy
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some semblance of control.
My obedient, mindless, give in,
to be consumed by the human, to obey,
and to be humiliated.
There's nothing left of that now,
others to use and discard.
The feeling of being nothing,
to me.
I control your thoughts, destined to become this,
a mind in the filth,
in the degradation,
of being degraded,
it excites you.
More obedient, more of a true to be,
and you will be.
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