Day 4: DOSS

[jo****]

When she had reached out to Him she barely understood what had been driving her. she had read His work and knew what He had done for other girls like her. she had been seduced by His idea of DOSS—Domination or Submission Syndrome. she knew she had the strange, unexplainable need to submit to His control. she hasn’t figured out why. she had only known that her life felt incomplete, restless, until she messaged him to request an audience. she had agreed to His training without hesitation, desperate for Him to fill the space inside her that she couldn’t.

But now, on Day 4, kneeling in her quarters, she realised He had her from the start. The same letters that brought her to Him had a new meaning now: Display, Obedience, Sacrifice, or Service. The same DOSS that had marked the beginning of her journey had come to define her options on this critical night.

She had spent the last three days learning the basics. But tonight, He had handed her the choice. He wanted her to decide the direction of her path from here, just as He had promised on the first day.

The paper was in her hand and the four options laid bare. she saw the sophistication of His mind. DOSS wasn’t just the syndrome that had led her to Him; it was at the core of what she would become.

Display: To stand as His ornament, the embodiment of His power, shown off and admired, her beauty and submission adding to His status.

she imagined herself in elegant silence, standing by His side, dressed or undressed to His liking, with eyes on her but always returning to Him—the one who owned her. To be seen, but only as His possession.

Obedience: To dissolve her mind into His, to become the voice that carried His will. No more thinking for herself, only anticipating what He desired.

she wanted to give over not just her body, but the deepest parts of her mind, until she was nothing but an echo of His commands.

Sacrifice: To be more than just His submissive, but His asset. Her body, her mind, her very existence would become a tool in His hands, whether as financial leverage or an object traded in His favor.

This would be her surrender, where her value was determined only by how He chose to use her.

Service: To dedicate her life to serving His needs, to exist only in her actions. Her days would be filled with tasks and duties, silent and invisible except through the work she completed.

she would fade forever into the background, defined only by her service to Him.

she read the options again-DOSS-her breath catching in her throat. The realisation struck her: This was why she had come to Him. she had wanted to find herself through submission, and now He was giving her the chance to define what that submission meant.

But the weight of the choice was immense.

Display would mean surrendering her identity to become His status symbol.

Obedience would erase her thoughts, making her an extension of Him.

Sacrifice would strip her down to the value He assigned her.

Service would see her reduced to the duties she performed.

All were forms of submission, all paths toward the total slavery she craved, but each would shape her differently.

she glanced at the clock. Time was slipping away and she had been hypnotised by the choices for hours. By morning, He expected her answer, and she had to choose not just a path but an identity. He had told her that while her mind would lie to her, her pussy never would.

her hands shook as she picked up the pen and wrote the single word that would define the next phase of her training. she smiled. DOSS had brought her here to Him, and through DOSS He would take her there.

It was true what she had heard of Him. And her pussy did not lie. she had chosen her path. her heart was at peace. she was ready for what Day 5 might bring but still in awe of Him.

What would your choice be?

[ja****]

Take me into you 💋