So much about sex takes the edge off things, and leaves you in a muggy haze of a distracted mind and

So much about sex takes the edge off things, and leaves you in a muggy haze of a distracted mind and a distracted body. Little things set you off, force you to linger on the things that you don’t really have the time to spend an hour lingering on. Everything has a layer of meaning hanging off it like forgotten dust, just waiting for you to come along and wipe a finger across, gathering it up and leaving clean in your wake. 

It’s evocation, the triggers that your mind sets up as traps for you to fall into. Just as the photo manages to convey in an image an emotion with soft focus and the right kind of exposure, your mind frames the world in a similar way, highlights raising up off the world like they’re embossed, suddenly given new depth by thoughts you never knew you were having. 

I am enamoured with the mind, but I’m especially interested in the ways it changes how we perceive, and how those changes manifest. I’m most interested in how I can bring about those changes, how I can condition your mind so that you see the world in a slightly shifted perspective, one a little closer to where I’m coming from, so that the thoughts that occur to you are ones that I implanted there, that I’ve coerced out of your mind. 

I think you have to be a bit of a psychology enthusiast to be a Dominant. You have to have a little bit of Freud in you, to pick up on all the little social ticks that you can extrapolate into a wider consciousness. You don’t have to be right, you just have to be convincing.