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i am a nun and a witch, a clairvoyant and a healer. i have years of experience as a contemplative monastic cultivating altered states of consciousness, and teaching others how to achieve them, too. yet my "magic" is scientific and pragmatic; a huge metaphysical leap of faith is not required in order to experience its effects . . . however, when you do, it will be hard to convince yourself that my powers of enchantment are anything other than straight-up witchcraft.
i don’t “rinse piggies;” i read you for filth.
i don’t DO erotic hypnosis; i AM hypnotic.
i don’t assign tasks; i inspire self-motivation.
i don’t play RT games; i reshape your REALITY.
i don’t operate a clip store; i’m not a pre-fab IKEA content factory.
i am not a typical “Flirt;” our interactions are exquisitely subtle and profound.
i am not a service provider; simply being in your life is the service i provide.
i don’t do Teamviewer; my probing insight uncovers all your darkest secrets.
i don’t do blackmail; embarrassment and shame are catalysts, not punishment.
i don’t do homewrecking; i do soul-demolition and therapeutic reconstruction.
i don’t care if i’m “hotter than your wife;” i don’t require such cheap validation.
i don’t do racial humiliation; i target that which is hidden beneath your skin.
i don’t do SPH; your inadequacy goes far deeper than your outward appearance.
i don’t do corporal punishment; my precision surgery leaves internal scars.
i am not a misandrist; my uniquely brutal guidance is an act of Divine Love.
"God, I love you, you know how to hit me right in the amygdala."
"You're the last thing I think about as I start to dream and the first thing I long for when I stop—and, of course, you rule my dreams."
"You're always in my head—whispering your smart seduction; sometimes like a sheen on my skin—astringent but calming;
often on my tongue—eager and absorbing; but now in my balls—flattering my hunger."
"You entangle my synapses and endocrine system, and you've been planting those tiny thorns just where I'm most vulnerable. Now, whenever you want, you can conjure such sweet painful longing. My love, my exquisite Lady of Pain."