Session Length: 48 minutes
Listen to My Teaser ...
Have you ever felt your body shiver at the sound of a whisper? your scalp tingles as fingers trace an invisible path down your spine? your heartbeat matches to the click click click of My heels?.... That’s ASMR – Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response – and I’ve weaponized it to dissolve your resistance.
This isn’t just “tingles.” This is The Science of My Induction. When I speak softly, your brain floods with dopamine. When I click My tongue or slowly trail My nails across a surface, your amygdala hushes its alarms, leaving you completely receptive to My will. My voice becomes a trigger for surrender, syncing with your theta brainwaves to lure you into a state of helpless, delicious obedience.
But, here’s the truth I won’t let you forget: ASMR is vulnerability. And vulnerability is power – My power. Every whisper is a suggestion buried in your subconscious. Every soundscape I craft rewires your pleasure centers to crave My control. you’ll return to this session again and again, not just for the tingles... but, because your brain now associates My voice with the sweet, inescapable high of complete submission.
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My Christmas Letter
Dear Santa,
I’m sorry I wasn’t naughty enough this year....but there were times, like when I suggested that johnny glue his joy stick to his leg---how was I to know that he would take Me seriously?...or when mikey got his "toy" stuck in that bottle, that was just silly for him to even try....or when I told tommy that all he had was really Mine, I had no idea he would send Me all his credit cards, now Santa what would you have done? I had to show My appreciation and use, otherwise he would have been sad, and I could not have that...I had NO idea that there was a limit...silly boy should have told Me that...giggles....or when bobby got caught in his wife's panties, now Santa that was not what I meant by "get into your wife's panties"...LAUGHING...
So you see I have been a pretty good lil girl, Santa, just a few misunderstandings...So please bring Me EVERYTHING on My wishlist and lots of money too. Naughty or Nice, you still love Me, don't you Santa?
PS--Santa I'm sorry with all the naughty play, I didn't even get to the mall to do a little lap sitting for you this year and I know how much you like that. I’m sure your endless shifts have made you a little tired and somewhat sleepy, but you can't blame Me with that this year, now can you?
Now for what I want---
I’d really like My own fleet of slave elves, Santa....some pointy-eared cuties that will listen to Me and OBEY. If you can’t bring Me men in tights, I’d like a power tool, and you know what I mean, not Black and Decker...and PINK is My favorite color.
And Santa, I’m sorry I’m unable to leave you a glass of milk. I'm not breastfeeding.
Happy Holidays and I'll see you cu--ing down My chimney soon. GIGGLES
