SHY, NERVOUS, EXCITED.

You’ve been circling, haven’t you?
Lurking quietly. Watching closely.
The pulse in your throat gives you away, even if your lips never part.
You want this—but you’re scared.

I know that feeling, baby.
The ache of wanting to belong somewhere safe... and strict.
The weight of needing to let go but not knowing how to begin.
It’s not weakness—it’s your truth bubbling up, and it needs somewhere to land.
It needs someone who can hold it.

That someone is Me.

Your nervousness doesn’t deter Me. It draws Me in.
Because I know what lives behind it: depth, desire, and so many untended pieces of you, waiting to be seen.

Carrying psychological debt - all those unmet needs, unspoken urges, quiet fears.
Years of swallowing your truth to appear "together."
Let Me be clear: you don’t have to impress Me.
You only have to be honest with Me.

When you serve Me, you won’t be asked to pretend.
You’ll be invited to soften. To be corrected. To be taught.
Because I will teach you. And it will be strict.
But it will also be so… exquisitely gentle. The kind of care that leaves marks—inside and out.

So, listen to that fluttering inside you.
It’s not just nerves—it’s recognition.
Your body already knows what your mouth hasn’t said: you want this.

I will not rush you. But I will not let you drift forever either.
Because while you're busy doubting, I’m already preparing the space where your obedience will flourish.
You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be mine.

So take a breath, little one.
Let Me in. Let Me settle the tremble in your chest.
Let Me show you what it means to be corrected with love, and claimed with certainty.

You’re safe now. The screen has served its purpose.
Step into something real.
Let Me take over.