Good morning boy,
Silence used to be empty. It is not empty anymore. Now when the room goes quiet, when the day pauses, when there is nothing demanding your attention, something else is present. You feel it. The low awareness that you are still held. Still claimed. Still Mine even in the absence of instruction.
Today I want you to notice those quiet spaces. Do not fill them too quickly. Let them remain open long enough for the truth to surface. You are never as alone in them as you once were.
No touching. No cumming. Just the repeated recognition that even silence has become part of what I own.
Good boy.
xoxo,
Goddess Anna