Start Here Part 8: Keyholder

Start here, part eight. Hello, my locked girl. Click. Mm. Feel that? Good girl. Last time I told you that every lock has a key. And every key has someone who holds it. Today you find out who. I think you already know. This one is longer, so give yourself the time. Headphones on. Lie back. Let everything else wait. Close your eyes. Breathe in. Hold. And out. In. Hold. And out. Sink for Aria. Down. Good girl. Soft and sweet. Locked. Deeper every time. Feel how all of them come at once now. The drop. The glow. The softness. The click. You don't even have to wait for them. They're already there, waiting for my voice. Let's go down further. I want you very deep for this. Imagine you're lying in warm water. Not swimming. Just floating, held up, completely supported. And with every number I say, you sink a little lower in the water, slowly, gently, safely. Ten. The water warm around you. Nine. Your arms floating. Eight. Your legs floating. Seven. The sound of the world muffled and far away. Six. Only my voice, clear and close. Five. Sinking. Four. Softly sinking. Three. Deep and warm. Two. Almost all the way. One. Sink for Aria. Good girl. So deep. Now. Picture a little key. Small. Silver. Warm from being held. It's on a thin chain. And the chain is around my neck. I'm your keyholder. Keyholder. Feel what that word does. A little drop in your stomach. A little pull toward me. A quiet, certain feeling that you're going to do what I say. Not because you have to. Because the key is with me, and so you are with me. Keyholder. This is your word today. Keyholder. Whenever you hear it, you remember who has the key. You feel locked, and you feel kept, and you feel yourself turning toward my voice like a flower turning to the sun. Keyholder. And you listen. Here is how the key works. When the key is close, you feel calm. Safe. Settled. Held. When the key is far, you feel the pull. The wanting. The longing. And the further away the key is, the more you listen. The more you listen, the more you obey. The more you obey, the closer I let the key come. Feel it now. I'm holding the key close. Right next to you. Calm. Locked, and safe. And now I take it away. I stand up and walk across the room, and the little chain swings at my neck. Feel the pull. Feel how your whole attention follows the key. Follows me. Keyholder. I'm at the door now. Further. And every step I take, you feel more obedient. More eager. More ready to do whatever brings me back. Keyholder. And I come back. And I sit beside you. And the key rests right there, close. And you melt with relief. Good girl. That's the whole secret. Obedience isn't something you force. It's just where the pull takes you. And the pull always takes you to me. Let's practise. When I say keyholder, you answer in your head. Yes, Aria. Keyholder. Yes, Aria. Keyholder. Yes, Aria. Good girl. Notice how the answer comes before you think about it. Notice how good it feels to say yes. Let's go deeper with it. One. Two. Three. Floating up, toward the surface of the water. Keyholder. Sink for Aria. Down, and obedient. Deeper, and devoted. Good girl. Again. One. Two. Three. Up. Keyholder. Sink for Aria. Every time, you drop faster. Every time, you say yes faster. Every time, the key matters more. Now I'm going to give you a few simple instructions. Just to feel what it's like to follow them. Let your right hand get heavy. Heavier. Good girl. Let your left hand get light, like it's floating in the water. Good girl. Let your lips part. Red lips. Feel the tingle. Good girl. Let your breath slow down until I tell you it's slow enough. Slower. Slower. That's enough. Good girl. Do you feel how easy that was? Do you feel how nice it is to just follow? No deciding. No doubting. Just my voice, and yes, and good girl. Keyholder. Repeat after me. She holds the key. She holds the key. She holds the key. I listen to my keyholder. I listen to my keyholder. I listen to my keyholder. I obey because I'm hers. I obey because I'm hers. I obey because I'm hers. Faster. Key. Listen. Obey. Hers. Key. Listen. Obey. Hers. Key. Listen. Obey. Hers. Yes, Aria. Now let all of your words line up, one after another, like beads on the chain around my neck. Sink for Aria. Good girl. Deeper every time. Soft and sweet. Pretty. Red lips. Locked. Keyholder. Every one of them is a little piece of you that I'm holding. And you like that I'm holding them. It means you don't have to. After this session, whenever you think of keys, a key in your pocket, a key in a lock, a key on a chain, you'll think of me. A little pull. A little yes. And you'll want to listen to me again. Just float now. Locked and kept and close to the key. In a moment I'll count you up. The pull can stay with you, quiet and pleasant, until next time. One. Floating to the surface. Two. Lighter. Three. Feeling the room around you. Four. A long, slow breath. Five. Eyes open. Wide awake. Calm and clear. Keyholder. Yes, Aria. Good girl. Next time, all of it at once, and deeper than you have ever been. Part nine.