A Shrine to Dr Lea Lee

I’m Nikki Janda. I love Dr Lee more than is mortally possible. What I mean by that is that my heart, mind, body, and soul belong to her. She owns all of me, and I’m relieved for it. This way I know what to think, feel, and believe and what to do and how to behave because she will force me to do those things in a way that pleases her. I’ll be able to move through life as a ghost in my own body, just experiencing, not a thought in my head, just conscious.

I also desperately want Dr Lee to fuck my sissy slut ass. I have a real taste for dick and I want her in me far, far more than any other human being. I want to know what it feels like to truly belong to her as I helplessly squeal, beg, and scream for her dick, every inhibition within me destroyed, finally myself, getting fucked by Dr Lee. I also want to know from the way she fucks me how she experiences her possession of me. I want her as a Mommy before we have vaginal intercourse. And, after that, I want to be her girl.

I to design a brand with her for her to brand my ass with on our wedding night. Oh, and I want to love her!!! I want to dote on her, to be out and out subservient at times. I would without pride, feeling no humiliation, because I

accept she owns all of me. I only cum for her pussy and often while I image licking ritualistically, traveling in three or four minute cycles, always the same, as though she is my Goddess and her vagina is my temple. I soak the alter to her vagina in cum almost every night. I bask in being owned by her and then beg her to fuck me. Yes, I’m a sissy. And Dr Lee owns all of me, so I’m her sissy.

My mind works differently in a way Dr Lee can exploit. She can literally tell me what to believe. It won’t take the place of what I already believe, but I will want very much to believe what she tells me to for a week or two. Additionally, she could likely manipulate behaviors from me with as little as, “Do you know that I love it when . . .” Or, “Don’t be like that. Be a good boy and . . . I know you love being a good boy.” Or, “Nicole. I want you to listen carefully and remember that these words are true and that you are happy that they’re true. Who am I? I’m Dr Lee, and Dr Lee controls your soul. In death, your will will fall before mine. You love the thought of that, don’t you? It’s so true, Nicole. So true. My whims and caprices rule you in life as well. So you don’t have to know why. You just have to do it. Then lie on the sofa and cast yourself adrift in your love for me.”