Bondage doesn’t start with ropes.
Not even with cuffs or chains.
It begins with a sentence. A look. An idea that I plant in your head – seemingly harmless. And yet it changes everything.
I don’t work with coercion. I work with control. With your innermost desire to be guided. With the question that won’t let you go: “What happens if I truly let go?”
And with the moment when you realize that I’ve been holding you for a long time – without ever having touched you.
Psychological bondage is subtle. It works with timing. With pauses. With rituals that subvert your thinking.
I build tension without immediately fulfilling it. I plant small tasks in your daily routine. Unspoken rules. Expectations that wrap themselves around your will like invisible ropes.
Maybe I’ll make you wait three days for a response. Maybe I’ll deliberately ignore your request—to keep you on the receiving end.
Or I’ll tell you: “Read this sentence every morning. And then send me a photo of your eyes.”
You laugh—at first. But then you realize you’re doing it. And doing it again. And at some point you feel:
I am in you.
Psychological bondage is an art form.
I don’t just control you in space—I control your thoughts, your desires, your decisions.
Not because I have to. But because you want to.
Because it’s part of your deepest desire: to be led.
Not by just anyone.
But by someone who sees through you—and still takes you.
Davina Dust
I capture your thoughts before you bow down.
