Welcome...
Were your eyes drawn in and captivated by My iridescent crystal?...
How it shimmers and shines with such glimmering rainbows,
leading you to gaze and wonder...
So prismatic and powerful...
Comfortable and warmly snug, just nestling there in My milky white cleavage...
Warm and snug, dangling there between My incredible curves
There’s an incredible freedom right there nestled in My beautiful breasts...
Imagine escaping into such a wonderfully warm and welcoming feeling
Sinking into these beautiful breasts, bound snuggly in My entrancing fissure o...

Welcome...
Were your eyes drawn in and captivated by My iridescent crystal?...
How it shimmers and shines with such glimmering rainbows,
leading you to gaze and wonder...
So prismatic and powerful...
Comfortable and warmly snug, just nestling there in My milky white cleavage...
Warm and snug, dangling there between My incredible curves
There’s an incredible freedom right there nestled in My beautiful breasts...
Imagine escaping into such a wonderfully warm and welcoming feeling
Sinking into these beautiful breasts, bound snuggly in My entrancing fissure of freedom...
If you could be envious of an inanimate object,
then this gently cushioned crystal, would surely be it...

The chasm of cleavage in which the crystal sits, suggests so much...
Perhaps a suggestion of finding such incredible freedom, if you could just
Sink... into My beautiful, bountiful cleavage and feel its complete cushioned comfort...
Or perhaps a suggestion or two, that may confuse, with impossible choices, of where you should stare, would you stare at the crystal, or stare at My eye-catching curves?...
Impossible choices, which confuse, confound, and confirm your compliance...
And when you watch My crystal pendulum as it swings and sways, and you follow the mesmerizing motion...
The mind massage may begin, as you are so delightfully, deliberately distracted...
“Mind massage”, what could those two simple syllables suggest?
Crystal, or cleavage, crystal, or cleavage...
The impossible choices, deliberately designed to direct dreams of divine domination, as you are so distracted...

Distracted by the choice, to choose, or to weaken, as the confusion crumbles your mind...
Whispers, such sweet, soothing suggestions, slide in and sink down...
Whispers, which weaken your will, have been slipping in, from the very first word...
Weakening your will, and working images into your melted mind, as My suggestions slip and slide...
Until you can no longer decide...

Enrapture awaits you, now.