You came to me for help.

A little stress relief to ease your mind… but ohhh, sweet thing, you should have read the fine print.

Because as my voice wraps around you, as I guide you deeper, smaller, weaker, emptier, you start to realize—this isn’t about helping you.

This is about owning you.

With every breath, every whispered command, you shrink for me. Your body, your will, your very sense of self fading, slipping, crumbling… until you’re small enough to fit in the palm of my hand.

Mmm… such an obedient little thing. So tiny. So helpless. So easy to carry wherever I please.

And now?

Now, you’re never leaving my office.

▸ Dark Therapy Roleplay

▸ Covert/Conversational

▸ Obedience/Ownership

▸ Sensory Play

▸ Finger Snaps