I don’t often interact with the subs that adore Me. I see no reason to. However, every once in awhile they get lucky and are treated to a snippet of conversation with Me. Here’s a tiny tidbit from one I had yesterday with a little mouse….I rather like the beet metaphor…
him: I’m 10 shades of red right now
Me: I know you are, I can feel it. I can feel your want pressing against Me like an invisible field of mock power.
him: Mmmmmmm omg I am a total mess
Me: Of course you are. You are red like a bitter beet…growing backwards..further into the ground below My feet. Adorn Me. I want feathers and jewels and flowers in My hair. I want beautiful shoes on My feet.
him: You could crush me.
Me: The lead in your veins is getting heavier…weighing down your ability to resist.
him: Omg, I am trembling, I can’t believe I am entertaining this.
Me: You’re falling…like a pink snowflake…through the frigid air on a bitter cold night. You hear nothing but the whistling of all sensibility rushing past you. The only thing that seems right is to keep falling….to give in….to let go.