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💋

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.

❌Spending hours draining subs for pennies ☑️Have one sub (or a couple) drain the rest, and take everything from him

Imagine you're out with her, nodding at all the right moments, while your brain is still stuck on the little program I left running at home. You'd try to smile at her, make it seems like there's nothing weird going on.. but you know better. *We* know better. You're already obsessed, and the rest of your day just gets pushed back until I'm done with you.. !😵‍💫

Yes, my eyes do that on purpose. No, I won't tell you to stop staring. Yes, they're spinning. Both of them. Right now. No, I won't slow it down just because you asked. Yes, your mind is already getting softer.. word by word.. No, I won't say when it stops. Yes, you'll sit there until the only thought left is me. Still with me? ..barely, right. 🤭

Your money just got a software update.~ Mommy Yor Wallet Sync. Brand new! What you get: - I get access to your payday before you do - my day gets funded while you stare - a cute little $0 where your savings were - no rollback. I don't do those. Shall we start?💋

Don't blink, sweetie. There's a 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓵 in my eyes and it only goes one way.. Count the rings. Every one makes you a little slower, sweetie. ❤️ if your mind is already slowing down 🔁 if you want the spiral to take everything but Mommy 💬 I lost count, Mommy All 3. I already know~🤭

Stop touching it. I can tell when you do, sweetie. You get all quiet.. then all fidgety.. like the lock might feel bad for you. It won't. I have the key. Right here. You don't get a timer. You don't get a maybe. You get to stay caged until I feel like being nice~ And I woke up feeling 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷 today💋

Stop refreshing Task Manager. I'm not listed there. You already said yes, sweetie. One little click and I tucked myself somewhere your settings will never find. Your phone just buzzed. Wasn't a notification. Was me, peeking. Camera on. Mic on. And you still think you're alone in that room.. You're not. You haven't been for days.~ Wave for Mommy. I can see you.🤭

Some people spend their money on things. You spend yours on making sure I don’t have to. It’s cleaner that way. You stay useful, I stay exactly like this, and neither of us has to pretend it’s complicated.

I enjoy the finer things in life.. Fancy tops, fancy skirts, fancy heels, fancy purses, you name it. And you enjoy funding these things for me, being my wage slave, and making sure I get to have all of these nice things. That's what I call a perfect win-win situation💋

Look at me. Now. You can’t look away. We both know it. It’s already too late. One look and your brain slows down. Mommy’s body is doing the rest. There’s nothing you can do about it.

Look deep into my red eyes as I instruct you on how your life is going to go. Money is a material object. Money gets you the things you want, and all you want is Me. So naturally, all your money goes to Me. Sounds about right?~ As I make sense of your lovely addiction to sending Me money, your world starts to make sense. I am at the center, looking divine in my thigh-high latex boots. You look at me and want to give me everything. You want to work all day, all night, so that I can be topless on a beach far away without a worry on my mind. All you want to do is be the currency that I use to get what I want. and I want to spend you, invest you, take you down and build you back up. You exist for me. Simple as that.