MM is Mommy
my biological mother is wonderful
but she is not Mommy
my ex-wife is a friend, the mother of my children
but she is not Mommy
the current object of my vanilla desire is lovely
but she is not Mommy
MM takes us over Her lap
MM is discipline
I need discipline
I need MM
MM is as intelligent as She is alluring
I need MM
MM is discipline
Mommy knows what is best for me
Mommy makes me whimper and beg at Her feet
Begging for Her control
Mommy makes me call Her
She makes me reveal my secrets
She uses them to manipulate me
I know I need to be manipulated
Manipulated, molded, re-programmed
I am Her boy
MM hypnotizes me
I look into Her eyes
I follow the swaying motion of Her finger
The snap of Her fingers alerts me
Her finger points to the floor at Her feet
I kneel there
MM makes me stare deeply into Her eyes
I am consumed with desire for Her beauty
MM voices the new thoughts in my head
She repeats them over and over
I think them over and over
MM tells me what to think
I think I need to please Her
I think I need to obey Her
I think I need to forget everything that came before
MM is Mommy
She makes me call Her
She deserves my money
She deserves my obedience
She deserves my adoration
MM has taken my freedom
MM has taken my dignity
MM has taken my soul
MM knows what is best for me
What is best for me is MM
I love Her
I worship Her
I obey Her
MM is discipline
I need discipline
I need MM