My body. My voice. That’s all it takes. The curve of My hips, the sound of My breath, the low hum of My words, each sensation coils tighter around you until you stop thinking and start submitting. You don’t resist. You don’t question. You just feel Me, the scent of My skin, the shape of My breasts, the power in My tone, and you sink into obedience. This is sensory submission: Not a choice. A reaction. My presence overwhelming your mind until surrender is inevitable.
