Published: December 3rd 2024, 4:20:32 pm
Comfort Is an Illusion
In my world, it all starts with one simple fact: everything here revolves around me. If you’re part of it, it’s because I allowed it.
This isn’t a game where you can play any role you want and walk away with a prize. There are no your rules here—only mine. You can either keep up or stay on the sidelines, envying those who made it further.
I don’t dominate just for the sake of it — you know that. It’s deeper than that, more complex, layered. With me, predictability falls apart.
The moment you think you’ve figured out my rules, I’ll break them. Actually, I love breaking everything you’re used to.
My rules shift with my mood, my desires… and your weaknesses.
Every time you start to feel comfortable, I make a move that flips everything upside down.
And you know what I like most about it? Watching you try to guess my next move. In that moment, you’re completely focused on me, hanging on my mood, my will. And I know it.
Sometimes, obstacles get in my way—your ego, your pride, your so-called control. Because men love to resist. They really believe their control is their strength. It’s funny. The male ego is just a fragile mask, and breaking it's such a pleasure.
Any comfort I create is either false or a reward. Because you’re not here to relax. You’re here to serve. To grow. And growth is never painless.
Mark my words: being part of my world isn’t a gift. It’s a privilege.
I decide who’s worthy. If you’re still here, maybe you’ve got a chance. A sub’s worth lies in how useful he is. To me. And, in turn, to himself.
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You’ll never know if you’re worthy of being my sub unless you take a step toward me. So go ahead.