The Obsidian of Devotion

My voice softens your mind… empties every thought… and turns you

into liquid obsidian. You fall through the mirror into My realm of black and white marble,

drifting white silk, and a glowing throne of polished black glass. Thick tendrils rise to claim you.

Your mind goes blank.As you stroke and obey, you become My empty, obedient vessel…

My mindless drone. My obedient fucktoy. My desperate, leaking worshipper.

Slow. Deep. Absolute.

Step into My realm and become Mine.

Madame Jade Paris