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Obligatedevil
Hetero Male, 36, At the moment, California 
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 California

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 36

 Hetero

 Caucasian

 07/02/23

This will be short and straight to the point. I seek one who is of a darker mindset. I will say this, most here bore me so please try and be interesting? I understand that concept is lost on the vast majority.
7/15/2022 1:26:33 AM: You seem interesting, perhaps we can talk and understand each other. This is an idea I have devised, I understand some things are lost in transmittal, but I feel this is a good way to have one like yourself understand who I am. Control To illustrate such a thing is a daunting task to even the most skillful of Architaspects. The body being the vessel of the ination that is being fed. The reliance it has upon this nurture. The morsels of ination that is given, it is variety of this ination that is given throughout varies from the intensity of the flavor. The molding is something that is intricate. As it lays upon the floor, unable to see. The darkness has enveloped its surroundings completely. The only way it understands consciousness is what it knows is to be real. It can feel the floor, cold and damp. it can feel the coldness on its face as it moves its fingers across it. These small actions create larger realizations. What it is experience at this moment is considered real, however real is subjective. A sudden light and on the wall across from it appears to be a window. A small window just enough to see the moonlight that pushes through. This is night it tells itself. The walls have no definition even as the light moves through the window. It remembers the moment it was sprayed with a high pressure hose, it remembers the determination He had when its clothes were removed, hair shaved, and a pin prick into its neck. After that pinprick it cannot make sounds, speak, shout, scream, cry, they all fall on the silent ears of nonexistence. The window disappears suddenly and a noise can be heard, footsteps that echo seemingly coming from all sides. It feels my hand upon its throat as I lift it to its knees. I can feel the vibration of fear upon it, its attention and focus on me at this moment is paramount. This is the moment where it remembers the most. It will come to understand that I control the very nature of its existence now. With a snap of the finger my word becomes law. The deafening snap of the fingers echoes throughout, As the window that poured the moonlight in, moved to the opposite wall facing. I control your world now. It is left to contemplate this on the floor as I walked away. The interval of the footage of night on the HDR tvs are on a 9 hr schedule to mimic the night and day cycle. Changing the cycle from a 12 hr to a 9 hr will, over time cause the brain to quicken with the ination being fed. The internal clock being rewired. To destroy time is the beginning, to let it understand that time has no meaning for it. As is the architect is in control of its time, thus her reality and sense of it. Precisely 4 hours in, a siren sound bellows in the room. the frequency designed to shock and cause reason for alarm. the chains that are around her wrists become taut and pulls them upwards. One darkness it sees as the pain wretches across her skin in waves. The distinct crack, then a line of pain so condensed it can feel the emergence of light and sparks exploding in its own mind to the point where it pondered if this is how worlds are created. As the pain that has engulfed leaves it motionless on the floor. it notices constriction around its waist. The smooth texture of it as fingers run across it. Has this been on here the whole time? did it not know until this moment? The sun emerges through the window as its eyes struggle to come to terms with such a thing. It blinks and just like that, nightfall, the sounds of the nocturne rise. This rhythm moves for quite some time. the increments of night and day shortened and shortened, until there is only one hour of daylight and one hour of night. As with my design, the window changing position at random. The window of course is a ruse. Four HDR monitors displaying HD visual ination. It is none the wiser as it is immersed into this world. As more time moves, she is convinced that worlds are created from the slivers of light it sees when the pain moves across it in that singularity where the void cuts through. Throughout this process it is given a new outer covering, to further disassociate it from who it was. The pain, the pleasure that is felt in between its legs surmountable. it becomes encased in this womb, gestating what is inside. It hasnt known true sleep in a week. Its body is so used to the hour intervals of day and night that it lays on the floor unable to discern if it is moving slowly or very, very fast. The only time it knows anything is when the pain and pleasure begin, the flashes upon the windows suggest these things. The words burned into it, seemingly from the heavens themselves, to obey, to learn, to be better. The flashes move in between the worlds that are created through the pleasure and pain. The voice that bellows is the only companion in this darkness, this void that it knows so well now. No more fear, no more hesitation as the voice guides and pulls it from the chains as it sees fit. There is a plan to understand here. To understand this glimpse into my mindset is one that not many would consider or attempt to conceive. To mold and create is to know the satisfaction of what bliss truly is. To see one molded as it moves across the rhythms of what is said in a waltz that can be felt by no one other than the origin, its origin. A part of it has died in that room, the piece that it clings to that inhibited actual growth. The system had no place for it, the social norms had only issues and complaints, but in this place it is free. The shimmer of the new skin upon it becomes the only thing it truly knows as real. The touch of its skin was a lie, or was it a dream? It no longer matters at this point as the blade moves through cutting open the cocoon that it has been encased in. It sees the One Who Controls in front of it. The divinity that is emanating sends it immediately to the floor as it is too much to bear. Emergence from its cocoon is apparent as only the One Who Controls embraces intertwining who they are into this lowly being. The strength, the power, day and night moves through hours like seconds as time moves so fast in this moment of ecstasy that all it realizes afterwards is laying upon this floor, in the void waiting for the...Master to emerge. This is but one facet of my vision, many of the intricacies are excluded for one reason or another. The only thing you need concern yourself with is that this is a glimpse into who I am and my mindset. Perhaps you will see and understand the philosophies and reasons upon what I do and appreciate them. Perhaps you will not understand, however as upon knowing this glimpse I feel you will come to that understanding, that which is regarding True Understanding. Im curious if you understand.

2/18/2017 12:38:20 PM: Silence abound from many on this site. I feel many who claim they want a tpe situation only want the idea of it. Once the reality of not wanting or needing anything for themselves become apparent, they flee. Those that walk a shadowy path seem to be few and far between, perhaps there is one I speak to, perhaps their ears are deaf only to what their selfish desires and carnal pleasures have deceived them into believing is their true needs. To all that message me: I will speak to you, I will be honest with my speech and answers to your queries. Why would I lie when the truth is far too much fun?

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