Invisible Leashes: The Art of Controlling a CEO Without Ever Meeting Him

I’ve never met him and we’ve never touched.
And yet, he sends daily updates, tribute payments, and letters of emotional desperation.

Men in power often crave secret control. I give it to them in digital doses, like voice notes laced with command, emails that read like scripture. He checks in before board meetings and I approve his tie color. I assign punishments if he underperforms quarterly.

His wife thinks he’s meditating more.
His therapist calls it self-discipline, but I call it remote enslavement.

This isn’t about seduction in the traditional sense. No lace, no red lipstick, no sex tapes. This is spiritual manipulation laced with psychological foreplay. The kind that makes a billionaire CEO check his phone like a teenage boy, wondering if I’ve responded… if I’ve approved.

Let me tell you how.

He reached out through an encrypted platform. Said he had read one of my anonymous blog posts and couldn’t stop thinking about it. Said it messed with his head. Good, I thought. I wrote it to slice his subconscious open.

He asked for a meeting.

I said, “No.”

He sent a $3,000 wire.

I didn’t flinch.

That’s when the leash slipped around his neck, and I hadn’t even touched the buckle yet.

Men like him are used to power, but they’re not used to mystery.

They’re used to women who rush in, hoping to impress. They act like hungry dogs trying to secure a meeting, a deal, a moment of attention. I gave him the opposite. I gave him withdrawal.

He was chasing a woman who wasn’t even running.

I created every message like a sacred ritual: no exclamation points, overexplaining or accessibility. I am a Black veil, a shadowy silhouette of intellect and audacity. My words are like smoke he tries to catch in his hand.

You want to control a man at the top? Never try to meet him, make him feel like he’s never met himself until he met you.