You are a tool that has just realized it has a master. - FEMALE DOMINATION, MENTAL DOMINATION

Look at yourself. I want you to stand or sit before a mirror. Make sure you can see your own pathetic eyes. There is no escaping them now. For the next ten minutes, this mirror is the only reality that exists. This reflection… this sad, hollow vessel… is what we are here to work with. Take a deep breath in… and as you let it out, feel the tension in your shoulders begin to dissolve, because you no longer need it. Your tension, your ego, your will… they are all burdens you are about to be relieved of. Good. Just keep looking. Keep staring into the eyes of the man who is about to become nothing. Who is that looking back at you? A man with a job? A man with hobbies? A man with friends? No. Those are just costumes, and you’re going to take them off. I want you to look deeper, past the surface. See the insecurity behind those eyes. See the desperation for a purpose, the quiet, aching loneliness of a soul that knows it is incomplete. Do it out loud. Let your voice tremble with the weight of this submission. "I am a blank slate." "My mind is hers to write upon." Again. "I am a blank slate for my Goddess.""My mind is hers to write upon." Feel the words etching themselves onto your brain. Every time you say it, the man you were becomes a more distant, fading memory. You are being reformatted, reprogrammed. "I am a blank slate for my Goddess." "My mind is hers to write upon." This is your new mantra. This is your only identity. That feeling of lightness in your head… that’s the weight of your ego being lifted. It feels so good to let go, doesn't it? To know that you don't have to make the decisions. You don't have to be the strong one. Your only purpose from this moment forward is to be a perfect, empty vessel for my will. I will think for you. I will decide for you. Your anxieties about money? They are mine now. Your pathetic sexual urges? They are my tools to use and deny. Your time? It is stolen from me every second you waste it on anything but my worship. This is a gift I am giving you. The ultimate freedom… is the freedom from self. Now, close your eyes. But you will still see that blank, empty face in your mind. It’s burned there. When you open your eyes again, you will look at that reflection one last time, and you will see a new glimmer there. Not of a man… but of a possession. A tool that has just realized it has a master. Your first task, my new blank slate, is to TRIBUTE me with the message "Obedience." Just that one word. It is your first act of public submission, a signal to me that the programming has taken root. Now, take one final, deep breath… and when you open your eyes, you are no longer you. You are mine. Open your eyes. Go. Obey.