Training you to lie limp like a doll, reinforcing your restraint with praise and pleasure. Any time you get too tense and start clenching and moving, I back off, gently reminding you that your job is to be a good toy, and toys don't move. You get what I give you, and nothing more. And until you ease back and calm your breathing, allowing that distant, hazy look to steal over your face, I just wait patiently, guiding you with my voice alone to melt, to relax, to be a good doll for me.
It might take a while, but eventually I can have you barely moving from the first touch to the last. The instant I start, weakness and heat overtake your body. Toys get used, toys don't move... Focusing on the refrain, you feel eager pleasure building inside you as I chase relief. So desperate to please, now brought to the cusp by lying there limp and soft. Until finally, after enough teasing and edging, you manage to finish just from being used by me. Untouched, chest just barely rising with breath, seized by involuntary pulses of tension in the release. Lying motionless, getting off only to entertain me. My perfect toy.
Any time you hear "freeze", you go limp. Any time you go limp, you get used. Any time you get used, you get to cum. You feel me arrange you on the bed to my liking, lie there unresponsive as I move you, climb onto you, then thrust into you carelessly, just stroking off with your body. You barely tense anymore at the intrusion, but the chain of events is so well programmed now. I can feel you tighten as your pleasure, however irrelevant, climbs all the same.
"You love being a doll, don't you? You're just a toy now. You were always meant for this, weren't you? So warm and soft for me, so open and easy..."
And you just stare, eyes half-lidded, into the distance without a word. But everything I say lodges deep inside you somewhere, making it harder and harder to remember what not being my toy was like. And you can't deny how good that feels.
