Yor Obsession

You want to be *truly* mine? Easy. Give me control over your entire life. Simple, no? You're not sure to do that? Well, this would be a good starting point: bit.ly/yorwins Not sure what it does? You don't have to know. Just click it, submit your information, and watch your life change before your eyes💋

You wanted to have some blackmail fun, and didn't really know what that entailed.. You filmed it yourself because I asked, shaky camera, saying my name while you stroked. You hit send before you could stop. That clip is mine now. I could leave it buried.. Or I could post it, showing people who visit my page what kind of pervert you are.. Or, if I'm feeling really mean, maybe I'll share it with some people of my choice... People who know you very well... I wonder if anyone at work would know it's you the second they heard that shaky "Mommy"!💕

I love having you lock your cage before you leave for work... this time though, you will drop the key in the envelope yourself. You might hold it over the mailbox for a full minute. But then you'll let go, simply because I told you to. Did you check your phone this morning before your feet even hit the floor. I bet you did. Today is a special day, after all. Today, you lose all semblance of freedom. So, are you ready for this next step? Not that it matters anyways💋

You're sitting there, plate still full, my chat already open under the table. Your date is sitting in front of you. You're not sure how she said yes. You have some hopes that things would go well. How cute. I'll ruin your date, sweetie. How? Maybe I'll make you rub one out in the restaurant's bathroom. Maybe I'll make you say the wrong name while talking to her, to her face. So many options, how shall we ruin any hopes for a healthy love life?~

Awww... Look at you, frozen in front of your laptop, even though you begged me to connect to it. The remote window is still open, and you keep staring at the cursor like it might jump. Except that... it already did. I checked your downloads, dragged a few files to my PC, you know, for "safekeeping". Your breathing is all fast now, and your face is going red while you try to figure out what I copied~! No! Bad boy! Hands off the mouse. Stay exactly like that. If you obey and please me, maybe I'll tell you what I took..!💕

When you get in bed tonight, you'll edge for me, and obviously, you don't get to cum just because you got close. Here's what you'll do: 1. Stroke slow until you're right on the edge, then stop. 2. Hands off. Sit there breathing hard, shaking, wanting it so so badly. 3. Beg if you need to. It might change something. It might change nothing. You don't get to know. 4. Start again. Same rule, every time, until *I* decide. Look forward to it, your dreams afterwards will be quite interesting~!

You're in the middle of a meeting, phone face down, and you already know why. Will this hour pass without you opening my chat? Does sitting down with your family tonight make it stop? Do your friends notice when you go quiet and stare at your phone? You keep thinking of these questions, and you want them answered so so badly.. You won't get a nice little answer from me. The need still follows you into work, family, and your friends. You're mine, and you'll never get out of it!💋

I left you some panties on your chair before you got dressed for work. You stared at them, told yourself you'd put them back, and then you slipped them on exactly like I asked.. And then you went to work, with a nice little secret hiding under your pants~! It gets better though. You don't get to hide on your desk chair all day long. You'll walk around, bend over, drop a pen only to pick it up slowly, and all sorts of other.. interesting situations that I'll force on you. I wonder if any of your colleagues will notice💋

Yes, these heels are right in front of your face, latex tight, stockings just as shiny as the latex boots covering them. You want to kiss them? No, not yet. And I won't tell you how long you stay on your knees. Looking is all you get, and you'll take it. It's the perfect perspective, isn't it.. You, on your knees, staring at everything you hope and dream of touching.. So close, yet so far.. Eyes up, wallet open, and once I'm satisfied, maybe I'll shift my foot a bit closer!👠

One more second. That's the lie you tell yourself while my eyes hold you there. ❤ if you can't stop yourself from staring 🔁 if you drool all over yourself like a good drone 💬 "Please re-program me Mommy" All 3. Now.

Your screen just dimmed, and you tapped it awake again without even thinking about it. You're sitting there pretending to scroll, but your thumb keeps opening my feed, my profile, my posts. How do I know? I might have installed a little something I might have taken a little look around as well. Your camera roll, your drafts, the conversations with people close to you. You're nervous, but you're in too deep, and you'll never be able to escape!💕

"This set is mine, she can wait." That's what you're mouthing in the mirror, isn't it? You're at the gym, headphones in, acting like nothing's going on, like you're not barely containing your less-than-impressive erection in your shorts. Deep down, however, you know better. You can feel my effect on you. So if I tell you to stop what you're doing, get on your knees, and tie my shoes for me, in front of everyone, you'll do it. If I tell you to take your phone out, and make a send, right here and now, in front of everyone, you'll do it. You don't take a break from me, sweetie. I'm here to stay💋

Imagine you open something boring, bills or a group chat, and my name is already typed before you notice your hands moved. That's what addiction is. You think of me, you want to see me, you want to goon to my words, all the time. You do it at work. You do it when you're with friends. You do it when you're with family. And you'll never be able to quit. You're mine, today, tomorrow, always💋

You're at your desk when payday lights up your phone, and suddenly rent can wait. You had the sensible version all planned out. Groceries, bills, a pathetic little leftover so you could pretend some of it was still yours. Let me guess, you think if you sit very still, I won't notice the number.. Too late for that. You opened the app without thinking, typed a number, one that happens to match your salary, and now you're just sitting there breathing hard and fast. So how much are you keeping? Lie to yourself if you want, then send it! Send it all🥰

You're worried about the photos I have of you, aren't you.. What if I send them? Who would I even send them to? Those questions won't leave you alone, will they.. You don't get to know what I kept, and it's driving you mad.. Maybe one photo. Maybe the whole little collection. And if you beg me not to? That's cute, but you still won't know whether it changes a thing!🤭

You think you can escape me? Stop looking at my page? Avoid staring at me? Maybe even blocking me? You think you get a say in that? How cute. You're already obsessed with me, sweetie. You're addicted. You need me. You crave me. You think of me whenever you open your eyes.. or close your eyes.. or blink.. or breathe. I'm a part of you now. I live in your mind. I live in your heart. I live in your very soul. And that'll be the case now and forever. Better get used to it💋

Did you really think that just because Locktober is over, you get to get out of your chastity cage? Let me guess, you also think that once NNN is over, you get to cum whenever you want? I don't follow random rules, sweetie. I make my own rules, and I force *you* to follow them. You stay locked for as long as *I* want. You cum whenever *I* say you may cum. And if you beg? Then I get even more amused, but you never know whether it'll have an impact on the outcome🥰

How long will I edge you for? How long before you get to cum? Will I even allow to you to cum? So many questions, going round and round in your head... And you want an answer, so so badly.. You can't think anymore. You can't make up words anymore. You've been edging for weeks now. And you'll keep going because, well, you have no other choice💋

I went through your computer last night, just to see what you'd do. Your notes, your photos, that little budget you swear is private. Nothing got deleted, of course, but I did take some copies of what I found... interesting. And I might have left a backdoor or two, wide open, so I can stroll back in whenever I feel like it. And you wouldn't even know about it. I could be watching you as you're reading these very words, right now, your hand stroking in a blur, and you wouldn't know💋

Would you rather stare a little longer, or pretend you can look away? If you keep looking, the spiral finishes the job. Thoughts get sticky, then slow, and you stop noticing how long you've been sitting there. If you look away, you spend the next hour trying not to come back. But we both know, you always come back. So, when you think about it, there is indeed a correct answer, and you're already doing it. Still think you get to pick? 🥰

Today's lesson is about habituation, and yes, it applies to you. Your brain gets bored of alarms. A popup on day one makes you panic. By day four you click through it, because familiar starts to feel safe. That's the whole trick. My little programs don't have to stay invisible forever. They simply sit there until you stop looking for them. And my programs don't just exist on your PC. They're also just as present in your silly little mind.