MzDominica's Quicksand LUNCHBOX

You think about it. I know. Escape. You find yourself overwhelmed by Me. By your obsession withDominica. Obsessed. Dominica. Obsessed. Dominica. All day. Every day. You crave. You crave Meconstantly. Your thoughts turn to Me, even when you’re trying to concentrate on something else. Whenyou’re working. When you’re driving. When you’re brushing your teeth. In your mind, you see Mycascading blonde hair… My spiral green eyes… and My red, shiny lips. You watch Me blow you a kiss…and feel Me trail My long, polished fingernails, gently down your cheek. I arch My brow, smilingwickedly… And you hear Me speak a single word. Your sex grows instantly aroused… and yet youcannot quite remember what the word was! It happens over and over… Even in your sleep… It’s toomuch. You’re afraid of losing yourself. Losing yourself to My green eyes… To My tall, shiny boots…My glittering hypnotic crystal, swinging back and forth… making you so sleepy… so sleepy andobedient… Breathing in My sleepy hypnotic smoke, and going to sleep. You want to free yourself. Getaway. Run away. Escape. Yes, escape! Up the long tunnel from My dungeon, down the hallways of Mymansion, out through the big double door. Outside, where you can be a free person again. You can do it!Yes, you run away, feeling Me just behind you, hearing My Voice. You can resist My call. Of course youcan! Run… down to the forest, down the pathway, between the trees… My Voice echoes in your head.Echoes in your head. You try to resist, and run… feeling your mind grow fuzzy, your vision begin to blur.Run, and try to block out Dominica’s Voice, while your eyes try to close… while your sex grows so hardand dripping. Your steps slow down, as the pathway begins to blend into the forest, trees everywhere likeMy Voice is everywhere. Slower… and slower… panting with the effort. Is it the strain of trying to run?Or of trying to block out My siren call? My Voice that keeps telling you to sink. Sinker. You need to sink.Sinker… Sinker… Suddenly you realize you simply cannot run anymore. Your feet won’t move. Theywon’t support you. You feel yourself sinking, deeper and deeper. Quicksand! Yes, you have stepped intoquicksand, finding yourself slowly sinking. Sinking helplessly. That’s right, try to resist! The more youstruggle, the faster you sink. Down, deeper… sinking so fast! You cannot escape. You cannot even run…for there is quicksand everywhere… Everywhere you go… Sinking beneath you, pulling you down…pulling you back to Me. Pulling you back to Dominica, Dominica, Dominica!