The downward spiral

What does it mean to be so addicted to something you cannot define? To feel yourself slipping away bit by bit, to have your resolve crumbling. I know your voice, the one in your head that is urging you to run away as fast as you can, to resist being sucked in to My power. But My voice is there too, softly urging you to prove yourself. Seducing you to empty yourself at My feet, daring you to throw it all away on someone who gives not two thoughts about you. You tell yourself you will not come back to My site, and here you are again. You have tried to keep away and you cannot. The only way out is through the bottom, only when you have been used up like one of the tissues a slave recently rescued from my trash can, only when you have been cast off will you be free. Until then you merely prolong the inevitable, dancing at the fringes of destruction, you know you want to lay it all at My feet, and there are so many ways to do so. Credit cards, gift certificates, there are many ways to spoil your Goddess. You are completely under My power, I know this because I know you are listening to My words over and over, you are coming back to My page over and over, and you cannot help yourself or stop yourself. Spoil Me, because I laugh at you, spoil Me because I am a Goddess, spoil Me because you need to feel the radiance of My attention, which you have lived in the dark without all your life. Spoil Me because you need to, spoil Me because it is the only way you can feel those nasty rushes over and over again.

Mistress Monique