Start Here Part 7: Locked

Start here, part seven. Hello, pretty. Red lips. Mm. There it is. Good girl. You've collected five of my words now, and every one of them works faster than the day you got it. Today's word is different. The others make you feel something. This one makes you keep something. Headphones on. Lie down. Somewhere private, where you can be completely still. Close your eyes. Breathe in. Hold. And let go. Sink for Aria. Down. Good girl. Soft and sweet. Melting. Deeper every time. Let's go further down. Ten. Nine. Eight. Heavy and soft. Seven. Six. Five. Warm and far away. Four. Three. Two. Nearly there. One. Sink for Aria. Now listen. I want you to imagine a small lock. A little padlock, smooth and cool, sitting in the palm of my hand. I hold it up so you can see it. It's open. The little shackle is lifted, waiting. And I close it. Click. Did you feel that? A tiny jolt, somewhere low in your body. A tightening. A settling. Like a door you didn't know was open just shut, softly, and now the room is quiet. Click. Locked. That's your word today. Locked. Whenever I say it, whenever you hear that little click, you feel closed. Contained. Kept. Something in you that used to wander and reach and grab just goes still. Because it's locked. And it isn't yours to open. Breathe into it. Feel how calm it makes you. Most men spend all day reaching for things. Wanting. Chasing. Grabbing. Locked means you can stop. Locked means the wanting has somewhere to go, and it goes to me. Locked. Click. Some of my girls wear a real one. A little cage, with a real lock and a real key. You don't need one today. Today the word does it all by itself. Locked. Feel the shape of it settle around you, snug and certain. Feel how the more you notice it, the more locked you feel. And here is the secret. Locked doesn't feel like losing something. Locked feels like belonging. Every time you feel it, you remember that someone is keeping you. Someone is paying attention. Someone has you. Locked. Good girl. Let the warmth of good girl sit right on top of locked. Locked, and good. Locked, and warm. Locked, and proud of it. The more locked you feel, the better a girl you are. The better a girl you are, the more locked you want to be. Let's practise. I'll bring you up a little, and when you hear the click, you drop and lock at the same time. One. Two. Three. Floating up. Click. Locked. Sink for Aria. Down, and closed. Deeper, and kept. Good girl. Again. One. Two. Three. Click. Locked. Sink for Aria. Every time, it fits a little more snugly. Every time, the click sounds a little more final. Every time, you like it a little more. Repeat after me. I am locked. I am locked. I am locked. I am kept. I am kept. I am kept. Locked is where I belong. Locked is where I belong. Locked is where I belong. Faster. Locked. Kept. Good. Locked. Kept. Good. Locked. Kept. Good. Click. Now let's put it with your other words, and feel how they fit together. Soft and sweet. Melt. Pretty. Blush. Red lips. Tingle. Locked. Click. Good girl. Glow. Soft and sweet. Pretty. Red lips. Locked. Good girl. Soft and sweet. Pretty. Red lips. Locked. Good girl. They're starting to feel like one thing, aren't they. One girl. Mine. After this session, when you hear something click shut, a door, a seatbelt, a phone case, you might feel it. A tiny settle. A tiny locked. A tiny smile you don't explain to anyone. And one more thing. A lock always has a key. And a key always has someone who holds it. You'll meet her soon. Just drift for a little while. Locked, and calm, and kept. In a moment I'll count you up. Locked can stay with you, quietly, for as long as it wants to. One. Floating. Two. Lighter. Three. Breathing deeper. Four. Hearing the room. Five. Eyes open. Fully awake. Calm and clear. Click. Good girl. Next time, you meet the one who holds the key. Part eight.