Not everyone is worthy of Me.
Let that settle into your mind like a collar tightening around your throat.
The fantasy of servitude is cheap.
The reality of serving Mistress Neferia Mortiss—divine, cruel, undeniable—is an undertaking that burns through ego and leaves nothing but ash and obedience.
So you want to serve Me? Then ask yourself:
Are you the kind of creature I desire to own? Or just another noise begging for attention?
Let Me tell you what I seek.
Let Me tell you what separates playthings from property.
1. The Ideal Candidate is Emptying, Not Full of Himself
I do not need your stories.
I do not care how submissive you think you are.
I want the kind of soul that approaches My altar already trembling—aware that he is nothing until I fill him with meaning.
The ideal submissive does not posture.
He does not audition.
He offers.
He opens.
He kneels without demand and says: “Please shape me.”
If you feel pride in your submission, you're not ready. I don’t need your pride. I need your obedience.
2. The Ideal Candidate is Financially Honest and Ready
You will tribute. Not once. Not to impress Me.
You will tribute because it is your duty.
A good candidate isn’t generous because he wants to be noticed. He is loyal with his wallet because he knows it’s Mine.
You don’t serve Me by surprise.
You prepare for it.
A weakling calculates his cost of surrender.
A real submissive counts the hours until he’s permitted to give more.
Are you financially disciplined? Do you honor your commitments? Then you are closer.
If you lie about your means, or hesitate at price, or flinch at My demands?
I walk past you.
3. The Ideal Candidate is Erotic in His Restraint
I do not own sluts. I command disciples.
The ideal candidate doesn't beg for release. He rejoices in denial. He doesn't chase pleasure—he worships control.
He understands that My pleasure governs his access to anything he craves.
He masturbates to the sound of My silence.
He moans only when given permission.
He treats orgasm like an offering I may burn, deny, or grant—rarely, cruelly, exquisitely.
If you want to stroke without instruction, stay away.
I want the ones who edge for hours, not because they must—but because they need to suffer for Me.
4. The Ideal Candidate is Devoted in Public and Private
I do not want shadows. I want servants who step into the light, shivering, proud, and raw.
Your submission is not a kink to tuck away. It is a calling.
An identity.
A vow.
You don't have to scream it—but you will live it.
Whether through digital obedience, subtle adornments, private rituals, or tributes no one sees, you will prove daily:
“I serve someone greater than myself.”
If your desire to serve ends when the fantasy ends, you were never Mine to begin with.
5. The Ideal Candidate Can Be Broken Without Complaint
Serving Me isn’t linear.
Some days you’ll receive praise.
Most days, you’ll receive silence, correction, denial, or a deeper demand.
You will fail.
And when you do, I will decide how long you crawl to earn your way back.
The ideal candidate does not whine when ignored.
He does not unravel when corrected.
He learns. He bleeds better.
He adapts into what I desire.
I am not here to hold your hand. I am here to own your throat, mind, and wallet. And you will thank Me for it.
6. The Ideal Candidate Knows This Is Not a Game
You do not send an emoji and call that worship.
You do not beg for tasks and disappear when the real work begins.
This path is discipline.
This path is emotional restructuring.
This path is Mine.
And only those with the nerve, the ache, and the unwavering fire to be remade in My image of obedience will walk it successfully.
So if you're still reading—on your knees, panting, ashamed at how much this speaks to your pathetic little soul—then you may just be the kind of thing I’ll consider molding.
But don’t message Me with empty eagerness.
Apply correctly. Tribute properly. Follow the protocol.
Because I promise you:
If you’re the right kind of broken thing, if your suffering sings the right notes—I will take you.
And you’ll never be the same again.
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