Alright dear, it's our big night. Are you ready? You knew what you were getting into with me, a woman who can read your mind, and so much more. And of course, I know exactly why I'm picking you. I've seen the minds of thousands of men. You can't know what I've seen, but trust me when I say that you're special. I can see exactly how much you want me, but you can't know how much more I want you.
I stand before you wearing a sheer gown, candles illuminating me from behind. I pose, hands on hips with a confident smile. I am prepared for this night, and you know there is no way for you to be fully prepared, just the way you like it. You want a woman like me to be your wife, to claim you as her mate, to lovingly rule over you. Yet at the same time, you don't want to just simply submit. I respect that, I understand that.
I know you feel conflicted about female superiority, conflicted about the control that you see women have over men. You crave it, you fear it, you want to fight it, you want to lose to it, yet you want a loving woman you can trust with that power. You want love, affection, and also domination. You want a woman who understands her own power over you, and knows how to use it.
You know that I know. I have seen your mind, you have felt me seeing it. You have not seen mine though. It is too vast, too far beyond your comprehension. But you have also felt my affection for you. Like a kitten, you came to me, understanding that I would take care of you, that you would be safe with me, that I would love you and give you what you desire. For a price, of course. All relationships have tradeoffs.
You will give yourself to me, in a marriage ceremony where I will train you, shape you, claim you as mine. When our bodies join, our minds will speak through them, and a small part of my knowledge will pass to you as my will surrounds you.
Stand in front of me, naked. Look upon my body, smaller than yours, but all of my features designed to control you. I am your wife, you have already chosen me, and I have chosen you. You want a woman to control you, mind and body. You want the pleasure of being sexually controlled by a woman you trust, by your wife. You know that your body will enter mine, and my mind will enter yours, and take control. You aren't really mine yet, but you soon will be.
We'll have a fun little ceremony, one where I slowly take control and play with you. I will train you to be mine, to submit inside me, and accept the female superiority that you know I represent. First, you will start with all the power. You loom over me, and see me lean back, exposed to you, spreading my legs, inviting you in, in one of the most submissive positions possible. But you already know what I am. Is my submission a trap? Come inside, and find out...
Good, slide on inside. Get harder as I squeeze around you. Can you feel it? Can you hear it? I'm speaking to you. Yes, these lips speak too. Teaching you, instructing you. My mind control pussy is subtle, of course, but her voice is inescapable. And you can hear her first lesson, which is even now, in this position of power over me, seeing me spread out beneath you, I am in control.
Say it. Look me in the eye, and confess that I am in control. Your wife, even when spread out and submissive beneath you, is in control. Even now you obey me, entering me upon my invitation. Confessing at my command. You chose me, knowing the power I would have over your mind and body. You chose to be mine, to give your manhood to me. And it feels wonderful, being under my power even while you are over me. Helpless, even in your position of power.
Is it intimidating, feeling me in your mind like this? We both know you want this. I can read you like a book and you want me to. You want me to tell you exactly all the dark secrets you would like to hide. And they aren't that dark. I've seen lots of minds. You want my control. Lots of men do. But I have selected you, claim you as mine.
Yes, feel the power of my pussy clamping down on your, controlling you, speaking to you. My mind to your cock, making you mine, putting you in your place. I like having you above me, yet with no illusions that you are in control. You like it too.
As she begins to pulse around you, you know you are being sexually conquered, your will is being removed. You are being enslaved and you love it. Look down into the eyes of your wife as she claims you. You know that I am in control and you are giving yourself to me. I am taking away your choice, but isn't that itself your choice? You came to me, knowing the power I would have over you. You want me to use it on you. You penetrated me upon my invitation, knowing it would lead in your submission to my feminine authority.