Bound to Please Me - the Academy

I may be trapped at My desk, but my desk is badass. Get thee below Me.

Go on, thrill Me further.
Truly, if you do not know Me and send a friend request, especially without a polite note of introduction, you ought not to be surprised when it is shunned.
Dear you,
When I want your opinion, I will give it to you
None are entitled to My Holy body
Here’s the thing: I am building My Household, Stable and Empire. I am on a Mission and I consider it to be a Calling. All who seek a place in My world must take up My mission as their own, at least in part.
If you are already My Family, you know it. If you seek a place in My world, you will have to show Me that you can fit into my intense world somewhat seamlessly and that you embrace the mission of InnThrall, to offer a safe place and permission to explore to others. It is a simple mission statement, but it is at the core of InnThrall and I will accept no less than the very best for Myself and My Guests.
To seek a place in My Stable, you must embrace InnThrall's and My mission of giving others a safe place to explore themselves and their s*xuality. This is a calling for Me and My over-arching mission. I want to give InnThrall to the world in the most beautiful ways that I can.

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All that we can ask is that we each do what we can in the ways that we are able, with the resources we have and the mantra of “Good, Better, Best. Never rest until Good is Better and Better is Best."
Are you doing your Best?
I am entering yet another new phase of My life. I am only seeking company with those who make My heart happy. In good news, there are lots of ways to make My heart happy. Perhaps you will be fortunate enough to clean My House, tidy My grounds, give Me the key to your long-term chastity device, make My life BETTER. Sure, you can send Me presents. I do love presents. They are fine.
What I truly want are those who make a truly positive difference in My life. They will do so with Love, Attention, Consistency, Devotion and Service.
..more later.
Evermore,
MatriArchetype

Q: If your wasband is a non-consensual Bigamist, are you, as spouse, a Bigamee? Bigamette?

Weaving Worlds During Storms

Old cobwebs of gossamer dreams that I've once admired for your beauty...I must weave a new web. My symmetry has gone askew with storm and twigs. Thank you for the lovely meals provided.

Where am I going? Who will come with Me? What part of this cobweb will withstand the storm? I observe it. I know these storms are My friends and that they remove dusty relics and make glisten what is strong and true and now.

I weave what will be. I shall be the beloved and reviled Oracle who speaks secret knowledge into this web. Is it a mirage? A temple? A fantasy? Did the light just catch it? Did you glimpse it? Can your eyes even focus beyond the gleam? I weave illusion into Truth. You've read her legend, yes? Do so.

I weave Sun and Moon through the storm with all that unspools from within Me. I integrate for the strongest of strands. I've worked obsidian into quartz. My Offers are not defensive nor made of breadcrumbs. I knew that Oracle was a calling, but what to do with that? Speak Truth, and know that supposed seekers shall likely hear what they think serves them best, not what was said. If they won't listen to what they are told, they will meander in their circles.

My web is built of silk and sinew and chain. It is stronger than those who dare disturb it. Dance upon it with Me? Only if your step is as light and careful of My own. Approach and I'll feel the vibration. Your mundanity is not for me. Bring fantasy and dreams, secrets and s*x.

This will not be My last web. The Portal closes on the construction of this lovely web. It will be here for those I choose to dance upon it with Me. It will swallow those who would intrude upon what anchors it.

My wisdom will find its place. You say that you've grown beyond that cobweb over there. I think you are stuck there and I'm full. I don't live there, anymore. You sought the Unicorn when your heart was pure. I've tamed the willing feral. I enchant and I terrify. You can compare and you should.

My web is not for all. An invitation is rare. A cobweb is left behind by the weaver. I am still the guiding star that I always was. You did not steal that from Me. My stars are tangled in My hair. Keep your callousness away from my cashmere-soft web of beauty, I have worlds to weave.

Our memory will be decided. You will regret and love your decision, whichever you cling to. I create for those who can dance this dance. I inspire, I've contemplated my influences, obstacles and ambitions, what supports My vision and what takes from it. This is a sacred path, labyrinth, garden of delight and I am the Gatekeeper, Crossroad Guardian, Keeper of the Keys.

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