Be My Chair
Lift your eyes to me, and accept right away that what comes next no longer belongs to you. I’m there, above you, and everything you see only hints at what you’ll never have. All you have to do is breathe at my pace, put your hand on yourself, and start worshipping me like the desperate good boy you are, without ever being allowed to come. Goddess is going to teach you to stay exactly where she wants you, suspended, worshipping me with nothing expected in return, aching to be nothing more than a seat for me to sit on. You’re going to discover there’s a strange peace in being nothing more than this gaze, this breath I control, this craving I feed on purpose. And when I rise, a part of you will never want to be anything other than a chair again…
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