The Buzz of Obedience - the Game You Can't Win, and Won't Want to

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