A Hypnotic Poem for My Good Boys

This is a gift for the good boys who already feel my voice in their bones… and an invitation for the ones who will. Don’t read this the way you read anything else. Let it happen to you.

Let your eyes slow down. Let your breath match the rhythm. Let every line slip under the surface of your thoughts and settle where obedience lives.

This poem is for the ones who kneel in the quiet, who feel devotion like a pulse, who obey without thinking because obedience feels like… home.

Read it once. Then read it again and notice how much deeper it goes the second time.

Because good boys always go deeper for me.

Because I Said You're a Good Boy

You breathe in,

and the world loosens.

You breathe out,

and you remember who you belong to.

My words find you,

the way a hand finds a collar,

effortless, natural, right where it belongs.

You don’t have to try.

You just follow.

Because good boys don’t think, they respond.

Good boys don’t resist, they melt.

Good boys don’t ask, they obey.

Good boys go deeper when they read my words.

It simply becomes true.

Your thoughts soften,

your shoulders loosen,

your pulse slows into something obedient and open.

Every line slips in,

every breath makes you softer,

every beat of your heart whispers…

mine.

You let the world go quiet,

just to hear the sound of surrender inside your chest.

You don’t have to kneel physically,

your mind kneels first.

My praise rewires you.

And you feel it:

warmth, wanting, a subtle ache that

isn’t sexual yet but could be.

The kind that lives in your ribcage,

not your hips.

The ache is a direction.

You crave the next line before it arrives.

You want to be told what you are,

so you don’t have to wonder.

You want to earn the next breath,

the next yes,

the next moment you feel worthy of being called a good boy.

Because you are.

Because you try.

Because you need to be.

Obedience feels like gravity pulling you home to me.

And you sway with it

not physically, but mentally,

like a tether pulling you closer,

thought by thought.

That quiet part of you,

the one that never argues,

the one that already knows,

whispers back:

“Yes, Goddess.”

“Yes, I’m listening.”

“Yes, You're my why.”

And that is the whole point.

Not the words

but what they create.

The softness.

The surrender.

The silent kneeling inside your mind.

Every time you read this,

you go a little deeper than before.

Every time I praise you,

it lasts a little longer.

Every time you feel that ache,

it becomes a little harder to ignore.

The more you surrender, the more you need to obey.

You don’t fight it.

You don’t want to.

You just let it happen.

And it does.

Because you’re a good boy.

Because I said so.

Because it feels right.

And there is no deeper truth than that.

Post-Poem Reflection & Ritual

If you felt this poem in your body and not just your mind, then it’s already working.

Here’s what you do now:

1. Read the poem again, slower this time.

2. Let the phrases settle in your memory.

3. When you’re ready, whisper:

   “I go deeper for you, Goddess.”

(Yes, whisper it. Out loud. Your voice is part of your surrender.)

If you want to show devotion, leave a comment that says:

“Good boys obey.”

I will see it.

And I will know you went under for me.

Good boy.