A special note to me from a wonderful man:
I had no idea what I was getting into when I first encountered Rosanna in the chatroom. She was very warm and encouraging, and I quickly learned to feel comfortable with her and to let my guard down.
But something quite interesting happened along the way. As her words and her voice stilled my busy mind, I discovered that she was planting seeds inside my mind. Seeds that with repeated contact with her began to grow and caress my will. Each time I thought of her, it was like her will was gently taking over. It was as if I had allowed someone inside me who knew what I wanted and needed, and she was going to make certain I got it.
At some point, I flashed this mental image of her will like vines, delicate tendrils that began to wrap themselves around my wrists and ankles as her voice echoed inside my head, telling me again and again that I belonged to her. She kept saying how proud she was of me for letting go and surrendering to her.
And then I had this fleeting mental image of her holding my face in her warm, soft hands as she stood over me, and as others watched, she kissed my forehead the way a woman would kiss the forehead of a treasured child.
She asked me how it made me feel to think such things. I admitted that it made me blush. “Of course it did,” she told me. “I wanted it to.”
She continued to peel back the layers of my psyche as the soft, tender vines continued to caress and bind my wrists and ankles. I knew I should have resisted the vines, but they were so soft and seemed so harmless. “What could possibly happen?” I asked myself.
I soon discovered what could happen. “You’re letting me in,” she said softly in a voice that only a caring, controlling woman could use when she is hungry to devour a mind … and a soul. But she’s so pretty, isn’t she? So caring. I felt the vines slowly pull back on my wrists and ankles. Still, no desire to resist. Just the sight of her eyes sucking me in so gently, and the rest of the world seemed to be fading away to irrelevance. So warm and so affectionate, she kept up the caring assault on my resistance. “So pretty when you blush,” she said. My breathing slowed to almost nothing as I grew enraptured in her gaze, her warm brown eyes draining me of any shred of resistance I might have offered her.
I’m fairly certain of what happened next, but I’d become pretty dazed. “So proud of you,” she said again, holding my face again in her one hand as the other brought out a soft pink collar. “Pretty pets deserve pretty things,” she said, caressing my cheek with the collar. I tried to speak to say I didn’t dare wear such a thing because what would people say?
“Hush baby,” she said, shaking her head, pressing a finger to my lips. “Shhhhhhhhhhhh. Pretty baby hush.” I was in such a fog by then that the collar went on with no struggle from me. She was psychologically drugging me and I no longer had the will to resist her. And she led me to see that others could see, led me to see that I was naturally hers, led me to understand that it was only natural for her to control me and for me to give myself to her without reservation.
And I do believe I am forever changed, forever hers as she drives deeper and deeper inside, the milk of her mind nourishing and growing my need to surrender. So cherished by her, and so bereft of any reason to struggle any longer, I blossom under her care and become eternally her possession.
