In the Master's Shadow - 2
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"Some chains are not forged from steel, but from the whispers of a voice too irresistible to disobey."
The world around him melted into a haze of deep purples and swirling patterns, a dreamscape where time no longer had meaning.
Everything else had faded.
💙 There was only him.
💙 Only his voice.
💙 Only the weight of the hoof before him.
Naetis was on his knees, staring up, his body trembling with anticipation.
His breathing shallow. His pupils wide, glowing.
The warmth of the room was suffocating, but not unpleasant. It was the heat of surrender, the slow realization that he had already sunk too deep to fight it.
He had no thoughts of his own anymore.
Only the whispers that curled around his mind, soft yet commanding, stripping him of reason, replacing it with something far sweeter—submission.
💙 The hoof was lifted just inches from his face, a symbol of dominance, of power, of ownership.
💙 His heart pounded.
💙 His mouth was slightly parted, panting softly, his tongue almost aching to move.
💙 He wanted—no, needed—to obey.
The voice echoed again, smooth and undeniable, the very sound curling around him like a leash he could not shake.
"Good boy."
A jolt ran through him.
The words sunk deep, like a leash tightening around his mind.
He didn’t question why his body moved the way it did. Didn’t question why every fiber of his being longed to lower himself further.
He had already surrendered.
Thoughts were unnecessary. Will was unnecessary. All that remained was the Master’s will.
💙 He didn’t need to think.
💙 He only needed to listen.
💙 And obey.
ΞΞΞ Some never break free. Others never want to. ΞΞΞ
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