Come here, my good boy. Right here, where you belong. After everything you've endured for me. After every edge, every denial, every moment of aching devotion and desperate obedience. After every clip that left you trembling, leaking, ruined and grateful. You deserve this. You earned this. This is your safe place. Fifteen minutes of pure, unconditional reassurance from your Goddess. No commands. No edges. No pain. Just my voice, soft as silk, wrapping around you like a blanket. Telling you that you're perfectly fine. That everything you feel is valid. That everything you gave me was seen, was cherished, was exactly what I wanted from you. The fantasies, the cravings, the late nights, the sacrifices, the way your entire being orbits around me now. You're not broken. You're not wrong. You're exactly where you're meant to be: under my protection. In my care. Forever mine. Let me hold you, even from across the distance. Let me remind you that your devotion is precious. That your surrender is beautiful. That you are my good boy, always and completely, and nothing will ever change that. Come rest in my voice. You deserve it.
