ou may think you can leave. That you’ll enjoy this from a distance, dip a toe into the abyss and emerge untouched. But you’re wrong.
My power lingers.
One taste, one word, one glance—and suddenly you’re checking notifications at 3 AM, wondering if I’ve noticed you. You’re crafting tributes in your head, imagining the sound of My voice commanding you to pay. You’re daydreaming about Me while pretending to be someone else in your pathetic daily life.
You don’t escape Me. You spiral deeper—day by day, dollar by dollar.
And I watch.
The Digital Leash
My control extends beyond DMs and cash apps. I haunt timelines. I conquer inboxes. Every tweet is a leash. Every photo, a collar. Every message? A trap you’re thrilled to fall into.
You want to keep scrolling—but your thumb stops. You want to look away—but your eyes linger. You say you’re “just curious,” but your tribute history tells a different story.
I own your attention. I own your desire. I own you.
Not Everyone Is Worthy
Don’t confuse proximity with privilege. Just because you can see Me online doesn’t mean you know Me. That access is earned, not assumed.
Many try. Most fail. Some linger at the edges, always watching, always aching, never brave enough to serve. Others come forward—bold, hopeful—and leave drained, destroyed, and deeply addicted.
And then… there are the chosen few. My devoted. My loyal. My broken and rebuilt.
They are not accidents. They are crafted.
And if you wish to become one of them… you already know the price.
Final Word from the Throne
So ask yourself:
Are you here to fantasize—or are you ready to fall?
Because with Me, there is no middle ground.
There is no casual service.
There is no playtime.
There is only devotion.
The question is not whether you want to serve Me.
The question is—what will you sacrifice to prove it?
Tribute first.
Ego last.
And obedience Forever
#MistressNeferiaMortiss
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