The Buzz of Obedience - the Game You Can’t Win, and Won’t Want to
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Do you dare step into the unknown? This is more than just an audio; it's an initiation, a seductive unraveling of everything you thought you were. My voice will pull you into a labyrinth of games, whispers, and commands—each designed to strip away your control, tease your limits, and reshape your very identity. You'll find yourself clinging to every word, desperate to know what comes next, but I won't give you the satisfaction of certainty. The games? You won't see them coming. The rules? They'll shift beneath your feet. The only constant is my voice, binding you tighter with each syllable. It's not a question of whether you'll submit—it's how far you'll fall, and how much of yourself you'll lose along the way. There will be challenges. There will be decisions. There will be moments where you're pushed to your edge, left breathless and trembling, unsure if you can continue—and yet, you will. Because I'll make you crave what's coming, even as you fear it.
Published by MishaGoldy
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Imagine it. The weight of your old self, your futile ambitions, your pride melting away
with every click, every transfer. You might feel a pang of loss, but oh, my darling, isn't
that part of the thrill? That exquisite ache as I strip you down layer by layer. Close
your eyes. Picture yourself hollowed out, emptied of everything you thought mattered.
A perfect vessel yearning to be filled with my agenda, my desires, my commands. Each tribute
you send is a step closer to that divine. Resistance is futile, and you know it.
Every tribute you send is a thread unraveling the fabric of your former self. Each dollar,
each gift, it's not just a transaction, it's a ritual. A holy act of devotion where you
shed the weight of your insignificant existence and feed my power. Oh, the thrill of it. That
sharp pang of sacrifice followed by the sweet, ********* rush of release. You live for
that moment, don't you? That brief instant when you feel the purity of your purpose,
the bliss. My plaything, my puppet, my toy. And every time you listen to this, every time
you let my words wash over you, that truth becomes more deeply embedded in your mind.
My voice is your reality. My commands are your desires. There's no line between who
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