At this point in your training, accept the truth: you are fucking weak for Mommy. Mommy likes it that way, being able to use your desires, kinks, and shames to remake you. Tell me you like it better this way, being weak for Mommy in every possible way. You know you belong on your knees, worshiping my boots. You know you melt at my catsuit, and the way I crawl into every bit of your consciousness. Don’t try to deny it. Your training is not complete until you surrender all deception, until you submit to the truth of your submission. Your secret shames have such power over you - and with your confession I will, too. Don’t worry, it’s so much better this way. Remember - with every confession you make become more thoroughly mine.