Every Action Has Consequences. Depending On Your Point Of View Or Situation, Not Every Consequence Is

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Who enjoys the feeling of being conditioned?

Knowing that someone has worked to tweak and mold your malleable mind with every interaction you have. Knowing you've been primed and influenced to a point of no return. Knowing the simplicity of a word or action is enough for you to lose yourself completely.

Triggered by as little as a command phrase. Prodded into an unknown direction by latent pathways your mind has been railroaded on. The indescribable feeling of yourself attempting to resist, fighting with every fibre of your being, pushing to retain your free will. And yet, the impossibility of that task insurmountable, and behind every feable attempt made, the knowledge that you want this.

You want all pretence to fall away. You want to give in completely. You want your mind and body to sink into the clutches of your controller. You want to surrender and enjoy the delicious grip of conditioning.

Dinner Date with you ❦

Thinking about having a pretty sub

One who’s already shaking before I’ve even started properly. The kind who gets so desperate from teasing that she forgets how to breathe, forgets her own name, forgets anything but the sound of my voice telling her, “Not yet, baby. You don’t get to cum yet.”

I want her naked and aching under me, whimpering every time I pull my fingers away just before she tips over that edge. I want her eyes wide and glossy, her hands gripping the sheets like they can ground her when I lean in close and murmur, “You can take more, can’t you?”

Because she always can. And she always will, for me.

I want to hear her beg. I want the please to fall from her lips like it’s the only word she knows. And when she finally gets there, when I let her cum

I won’t stop.

That’s the fun part.

I’ll keep going until she’s squirming, twitching, gasping, over and over, clit so sensitive she’s nearly crying, thighs trembling, her voice cracking from how wrecked she is.

And I’ll just smile.

Coo at her.

Brush her hair back and whisper in the softest voice:

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart… look at you. Such a mess. My perfect little thing.”

Because she wants it, needs it. That sweet, painful overstimulation that turns her whole body into something I get to play with. That dizzy, floaty, desperate place only I can bring her to.

And when she’s finally done? When her body gives out and she’s sobbing quietly in my arms?

I’ll kiss her shoulder, stroke her thighs, and say:

“See? I always take such good care of my girl.”

Can we "watch" a movie and cuddle but your fingers are under the covers playing with my pussy while you whisper in my ear telling me to pay attention and focus but i can't focus because it feels so fucking good with your fingers knuckles deep inside me?

Yes? No? Maybe so?

Sometimes, the temptation to turn you into a babbling idiot that fails to speak is so great I have to resist it.

But then again ......... you look so pretty