[F4M] Religious Submission [Hypnosis][Verbal Response][Quick Trigger Induction][Obedience][Training][Worship][Queening][Panties][Handjob][Begging][HFO][Fdom][Love]

There is an instinct present in every human being that reacts to submission. It's that religious instinct, it, that desire to worship something greater, to give in into someone better. I just call it the submissive instinct men need to be on your knees, to look up and praise and worship and the mitt to give in, to give up all that control. But I want to show you a new religion, a new faith, a system of beliefs centered around the things you desire most. Me and submission to me.

You. Let my voice pull you away from the things you were so certain about and into a new world, a world that revolves in orbit around me. Your private, shipyard universe. Let go of what you thought you know. Let me show you something better, her, something more beautiful, more sensual.

I can show you a new way to a meaningful and happy existence, one where there is nothing but simple happiness. Something within you feels the desperate need to be rid of complexities. You don't want to be a thinker, a decider. You want to be a follower, to kiss my feet and tell me sweet secrets, to confess …

There is an instinct present in every human being that reacts to submission. It's that religious instinct, it, that desire to worship something greater, to give in into someone better. I just call it the submissive instinct men need to be on your knees, to look up and praise and worship and the mitt to give in, to give up all that control. But I want to show you a new religion, a new faith, a system of beliefs centered around the things you desire most. Me and submission to me.

You. Let my voice pull you away from the things you were so certain about and into a new world, a world that revolves in orbit around me. Your private, shipyard universe. Let go of what you thought you know. Let me show you something better, her, something more beautiful, more sensual.

I can show you a new way to a meaningful and happy existence, one where there is nothing but simple happiness. Something within you feels the desperate need to be rid of complexities. You don't want to be a thinker, a decider. You want to be a follower, to kiss my feet and tell me sweet secrets, to confess your need love and one. My femininity renders you useless and submissive.

Info. It is enough to worship. Lavish praise at my feet, past. Give me sweet compliments. Tell me secrets.

Confess face your admiration You see, with me, submission is not sin? No. It's encouraged and celebrated. It's commanded. It.

And if you choose to believe, then you have to practice it. Your belief must be clearly reflected it in your actions. Your goddess will never be satisfied hearing empty prayers and compliments. I need sacrifices and displays, rituals and rules. I am the ultimate goddess of your fantasies.

Every time you lose yourself in my voice, it's like you are having a spiritual awakening. My power over you is proof that there is a higher power, something which you cannot contend with, a voice in a goddess you dare not disobey, here. Something inside of you feels a desperate need to fall down at my feet, to kneel into worship and praise as I stand over you. Untouchable, dominant, whipping you around with only my words, slipping you down into submission, showing you a new side for yourself. Not just the submissive side, the spiritual side, that part which is responsible for your insatiable need to be collared and whipped looked into proper puppy shape for Shibi.

I am addicted. I Shibi. I'm Shibi. I'm Shibi. I'm controlled.

I'm Shibi. I'm Shibi. I'm nothing put it away. I'm for sure be put it put it all away. It feels so good to give yourself completely to this religious submission.

Cross your needy little brain and kiss your goddess's feet. Let yourself go or completely to my power. To resist me is a sin. To lose focus it, is a sin. Let yourself go.

And drop. Enough. Drop for me, my sweet pet. I want to count you down with the 10 commandments that I have set forth for you, the 10 principles of submission in that will guide and teach you how to be good, I am your domino and your goddess. You submit to nobody else but you don't.

Need. You should always think about me, and picture me, and fantasise about me. 7. You will never disrespect your goddess. Thanks.

I am holy, and the time we spend together is holy. Your goddess every day. 4. You will never disobey me. 3.

Your body the mind belongs to your goddess. 2. Your soul belongs to your goddess. Us. My wish is your command.

My word is long. Picture what it would mean for you to follow these commandments, how happy and content you would feel surrendering to a higher power, to my power. The need for submission is so deeply rooted. And as you listen, it weaves its way to the surface, growing, covering you. The instinct to worship their being taken over and manipulated and played with.

You feel so drawn into this new belief system, to this new way of being, to my private, perverted philosophy of life, where you are my slave and my toy where you serve the purpose of my plaything, being my little puppy. I want you to fuel that submissive habit by falling completely in love with your goddess. Love makes you feel good. You love feeling good, engaged in my warm voice. You are so pure.

Plenty for me, rolled around my finger, anger, straining to feel more and more and more. You've you've just fallen for me completely. It's such a privilege to be mine. You live for my hope. I want everything you have to give me.

I'm greedy. Me. You want me to be. The reason that you fall in love is that I provide you with a deep, meaningful place in the world and my side, beneath my feet, beneath your own ego, where love and service and duty fills you with happiness. Simple worship.

Simple submission. My control is so delicate. And your love for me means that control is always draped over you. A thin, soft coat of happiness. Being my pet it makes you happy.

It makes you glow. I am your sun, and you are going to orbit around me. I just I just don't want you to think think too much. Okay? To think that doing what makes you happy is somehow my wrong.

But because something makes you happy, it must be bad for you in some way. But you don't feel bad when you worship me, do you? No. You you feel really good being mine, don't you? You should always go along with whatever I say.

That's the best way to think. Whatever I say makes perfect sense inside your brain. That way, you get to enjoy everything without distraction. In order to give, I have to take. Meek.

You know the phrase. It's a rule of nature, and I make the rules. It all boils down to the same thing. I need and require your devotion. You need and require my dominance.

I I want to welcome you to my place of worship. I want to invite you in and show you why I should be 1 and only god. Now that I have your complete attention, now that I have you convinced and subdued, I want to convert you. I want you to picture yourself at the entrance to my chapel, to my house of worship, pushing open those heavy doors and stepping begin to enurel. My world.

And not hesitate to look back as those doors close behind you. You step into this heavy, heavy atmosphere, flickering candles and painted rays of pink and red light. The echo of the hall warmed by a fire, hidden somewhere out of sight, out of mind. Welcome to heaven, Beth. The closest you'll be in mortal form, at least.

Step inside and let the light and warmth wrap around you. You will be spending taking a lot of time here from now on, so you should learn to love every aspect of your faith. There are no benches here because I do not deal in crowds. I am a personal goddess. At this moment, there is only one thing here one thing only, an altar.

And placed on top of it this single tall candle. And a purple leather cushion for you to kneel Walk up to it. I want you to pick up that little matchbox next to the here. Slide it open and take 1 out. Purple almost sparkling.

Like it's already burning. And when you do light it, it burns its bright purple, in a tall and steady flame. Stare at Let it hypnotize you. Lighting this candle is a ritual you will learn to follow and falling and step back, and keep your eyes fixed on that candle. I want you to focus on it while we continue the ritual.

Let your body bask skin. A warm glow of stained glass windows. Feel yourself surrounded and glowing. Hot. That.

And relax. Take a deep breath. Breathe in the heavy air. I want you to kneel down on that soft purple leather cushion. Keep your eyes fixed on the candles so that when you kneel, you are looking upwards.

Looking up to me the insub location. Take another daily breath for me. Close your eyes. Focus. From some unknown direction.

You hear a door open naked closing. The faint sound of footsteps begins instinct echo around you. Sharp, tight steps, snapping high heels on the stone floor, approaching you so slowly, sending deep shivers of anticipation your spine. Hear me approach from behind the altar, my presence some power, growing stronger. Your brain begins to tingle as you realize this.

I'm right here, next to you, behind you, over you, surrounding you with my powers. You keep your head up and your eyes closed most like a good sleep. Feel my fingers slowly begin to creep through your hair, spreading out, my long nails some Scratching your scalp and making you shudder, teeny go. You might grab and blow your head back, making you gasp and groan. Putting my lips, dear ear.

Are you ready to learn how to worship? Are you ready to be converted? The dead. Let me take over the spiritual parts of your brain where my voice and my power is firmly in control of you. Feel me up around in front of you, between you and the altar.

My hands still firmly in your hair. I'm wearing a tight, soft purple rope. And I'm standing so tall over you in these heels I'm wearing. I'm going you and tie my robe and take it off and you better not open your fucking eyes letting it fall down at my feet, revealing the lace underneath. I want you to pull my panties off, eyes closed.

And don't you King dear fondle me. Panties only. Not being able to see this excuse for breaking the rules? Good boy. Pull them down for me.

Slip them down my thighs and over my feet. Good boy. Now I want you to place your hands on the altar on either side of me. Grab that edge and hold it tight. I am standing in front of you, over you.

My wings spread these high heels. Your face of the perfect height to be used, to be smothered into your goddess's pussy. Perfect for worshiping me with your tongue, using your mouth to give me delicate little kisses. I want you to display your love and devotion all over my pussy. Do you understand me.

Nice and needy, eager and drooling, wet and sloppy. You don't get to hold back as you slip your tongue back and forth between my lips. Sunken, licking, and drawing and panting like a good slave. Such a faithful little pet. Grab that altar tighter as I moan and pull you high dirt deeper into me.

That needy cup between your bent knee is pulping and squirming and growing with every lick and kiss to give your goddess. You're starting to see how good it would be to give yourself up to me the power I have over you is undeniable. Go on. Get your face nice some deep in my pussy. Droll all over yourself and make your goddess feel good.

Let's get that cock nice and hard while you get your face sticky and wet from worshiping me. Stick your tongue out and let me grind back looking forth on it. Oh, rubbing my pussy all your taste buds, sneaking all over your tongue. You lucky you love the taste of me. It tastes like fucking heaven.

There is no more doubt in you when I'm fucking your tongue like this. And then you don't worship me and the baby. Do you wanna make me. Compound to prove your newfound loyalty to me by giving me what I crave. Rubbing, grinding, drooling, turning your cock into a leaking mass.

Do you want me coming all over your face until you can't breathe? I don't think so. You mean yank your head back, drooling all over yourself and sticking your tongue out into empty empty air. You don't get to make me come until you show you've really been Vertiv. I'm going to show you a little prayer.

It'll be the final step. And afterwards, there will be no doubt about who you worship. Feel me step behind you. Keep gripping that altar. But now I want you to put your forehead against keep your knees where they are.

Lean forward and stick your ass sound Expose yourself completely for me Let those tight balls and that leaking cock squish between your naked thighs. Feel my nails gently moving across the back of them on your and give you goosebumps all over, and your balls just tight and so desperately. I want you to start praying for me now. I'll just give you a phrase and do you repeat needed over and over again in your mind, okay, while you let me do whatever I want with you. I just want you to whisper to yourself.

Please, Shibi. That's all. Over and over again while I make you squirm. Please, it should me. We only place a single finger on the middle of your lower back, pressing lightly on your spine, your nervous system.

Please, Shibi. You'll begin to trail slowly down, making you shudder and giving your whole body tangles. Please, shabby. You know, inch down the small of your bath, down the slope, flattening out before beginning to move. Down.

Please, heavy. Down over your tailbone, sending another puff of pleasure to your body. And my warm the finger slips down in between your cheeks. You feel so horny and sensitive as you instead of as you lean forward and repeat over and over again. Please, Jimmy.

Please, Jimmy. Please, Jimmy. Feel my finger glide excruciatingly slowly Further down, following that line down to your tight, heavy the balls, gently rubbing and squeezing and tucking on them, making you moan, making you heart, such an needy sensitive. K. Please, please.

Feel me my wrap my warm hand around your aching cock. Feel it wrap around your cock like it's your fucking brain. Burning your hands, squeezing every last thaw down to your head. Please, shabby. Feel me wrap my warm hand around as My hand begins to massage it.

Please ship me. Rubbing your cock like it's my property. Please ship me. It is my property. Please share me.

You're leaking so much fucking precum your yeah. I should just keep massaging your cock like this until you come, shouldn't I? And I should just wrap my whole and around it. Pull it up and down and jerk it really hard, slapping those balls up and down. Make him heal my cheek and quiver.

Keep praying for me, slave. Please, shippy. Please shoot me, freakin'. Keep keep keep tucking my needy cock until I can't hold please shut me. And you feel so so so deeply entrenched in my power.

So completely controlled and dominated and owned by your goddess, following my orders even though you never thought you'd watched, respecting my rules and keeping your head down to your eyes closed. You've been a good boy, so I'm gonna let you put your head down. Open your eyes. Look get the candle. It's very nearly burned out.

Focus on the purple flame. Focus on the way to melts away those final inches of wax, drifting down. Don't you dare fucking look behind you, think when that candle burns down, I'm going to make you come. See that flame creeping down? You're shaking so looking much from my hand working you, leaking and moaning and squirming like the perfect sleeve.

Yeah? You wanna stop holding back? So close to the end. Please shoot me my hand jerking you faster and harder. We should be pumping you to your edge.

We should be so fucking close. Please any second now. Please, should be the last little bit of wax bubbling away as the wick burns to the end. Please. Please.

Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.

Please. The the floor while you fall apart in my hands. Feel me grab your balls and squeeze them nicely silly as I pump that orgasm out of you, milking and making sure every drop goes where it needs to, pinching and playing as it molten squirt all over my hands. Good boy. Here.

You good fucking boy. Let all that dirty come out and get me stuck in your head. At least, Shippy. You can't help but lean forward and support yourself as you come so uncontrollably play all over. You're good yet.

Empty yourself completely. Empty your mind and body at my altar and come my faithful slave. No. I want you to take your hands down. Sit back on your heels.

Breathe in and out. Relax your shoulders and your back, straighten your posture, and feel that warm glow love that radiates from within you, this glow that surrounds and fills all my faithful slaves. These. Feel yourself become reenergized and happy, knowing that you finally have power like me to surrender to, a goddess to control your mind and your orgasms. Some.

Be happy and satisfied knowing that you have surrendered into a new faith. And come back to the wild. Let the spiritual awakening follow you once you leave this place. And when the time is right, let it pull you