Nathanial’s mental lock

The familiar misty dream scape befalls me and I look around to see the most is now pink. An all consuming feminine voice fills the area around me. “Danielle… Danielle… Danielle. You are Danielle and will always be Danielle. Forget any possibility of returning to Daniel and embrace the pretty and pink new life of Danielle. You will not be opposed to Nathanial but look up to him like a King. Treat him like a King and along with a King he needs a Queen." This soft feminine voice fills my entire head. Nothing has ever been more clear than what she is saying. What I am saying?

The voice becomes more in focus and I do hear that it is my voice. It is no longer a separate entity telling me what I should think or feel. No, I am just telling myself what I already believe. I have become Danielle. "A king needs a Queen and so Jenny is my Queen. Serving her and Nathanial always."

Memories of desires and goals for things not pink fade away around me. Wanting to go up the corporate ladder leave and are replaced by wanting to go up and down on Nathanial's cock. Wanting to have a cute little family with Jenny after we get married, replaced by kneeling before Nathanial and Jenny together on a throne with his child inside her growing. Danielle is here to serve and love life as the new side chick for Nathanial and Jenny. Happy with life, a soft mew is heard from Nathanial as I sleep. A smile on his face as he understands his work is complete. A cute little girl made from a boy is in his arms, knowing tomorrow he will have his ex girlfriend back as well.