Jade

“He’s stupid for staying with her.”

He had friends over to watch the game. They were discussing another friend and their dramatic relationship, and their disapproval of their friend’s choice in the difficult woman he had argued with last weekend.

“Yeah. I could never imagine staying with a girl that would publicly scream at me like that, in front of my mates.”

“Yeah. It’s hard. I’m lucky to have Bella.”

“Yeah, I can’t imagine her ever arguing like that with you.”

“I’ve trained her well.”

Laughs. Smiles.

“No, really. She does everything I want. I’ll show you.”

Something that you can do, wherever you are or whatever you're in the middle of, to help you remind yourself how deeply controlled you are.

Follow along with me, okay? I'll teach you all about it.

First, I want you to take notice of the weight and presence of your breasts. It doesn't matter if they're big or small, tan or pale, perky or heavy. Any pair of tits will work for this little exercise.

And when I say take notice, I really mean take notice. Do your best and try to focus for me on the way that they move if you shake your shoulders, the way that your clothes or the air feel against their skin. The shape and color of your nipples, and how perky they're getting as you pour more and more focus into your tits.

Just focusing on those pretty titties for me, ladies.

Not having to think about anything else, just your own unique and beautiful boobs.

Now we'll take it a step further, okay? I want you to reach your hands up to your chest and give your breasts a big slow squeeze. Really focus on how they feel in your hands. Are they a comfy handful, or are they spilling out of your grip? How soft is the skin? How warm do they feel to the touch?

And just massage them for me. Slow, methodical, finding a rhythm.

Continue following on. I know it's a lot of reading, I know that thinking might be getting tougher as you focus more and more on your perfect tits. You're doing so well, honey. So good for me.

As you squish and squeeze, let your breathing slow. Let your eyes start to glaze over certain words of mine, soft and unfocused. You don't need to think too hard. You don't need every word. Just focus on the pretty pink ones. You have these tits of yours to play with.

Just letting yourself get lost in the comforting softness, the weight of them in your hands. Those teasing movements becoming more and more automatic. Less thinking needed. You have your tits. You don't need to think.

You have your tits.

You don't need to think.

That's how our little secret is going to work, honey. See, whenever you get a little too overwhelmed, whenever you feel like you need to just turn your mind off, you have your own built-in stress balls right here.

Give your tits a squeeze, and it's shocking how easily those thoughts come to a halt.

Give your boobs a bounce, and isn't it easy to forget what was bothering you in the first place?

Give those pretty titties attention and focus, and you'll find yourself forgetting all about your thoughts...

Letting go of all your worries...

Massaging your mind out through your tits...

And letting yourself

just

i need to shut my brain off and just be a good girl 24/7

i get so in my own head sometimes i just wish it would pop 💥

i want to be dumb & ignorant to my surroundings so i can focus on my goal of being the hotter better version of myself

Rolls eyes

You're thinking about cock. Again.

Silly.

You were doing so well, too. Concentrating on whatever it was you were doing before. Probably something important. Maybe? Not sure now.

Because you're thinking about cock.

What could you do with a cock right this second? Or, better, what could a cock do with you? How useful could you be for cock? That's what you're thinking about.

Again.

You could be on your knees. It's always safer down there. Use your hands, your mouth. Both? Lots of cocks. Yes, lots. Maybe there'd be a queue. A queue would mean you were being good, being useful.

You'd want a queue.

Bent over? Maybe there's a desk or something nearby. Kitchen counter? Perfect height. Pushed forward, held down. A hand on the back of your neck, the other on your hip as you push back. Perfect, yes. So many things you could be bent over. You notice them a lot.

Or, you will now.

Legs apart and on your back would also work. Legs pushed wide and held there. Good for him, good for you. Good thing you're flexible, hmm? And that way he'd get to see your cute face everytime he bottomed out. Yes, that's a good one. And he'd also get to see the look in your eyes when he came and emptied his balls into your needy little cunt.

It'd leak out, after. Unless he plugged you up and kept it in. Wouldn't be up to you. You're just there to be useful and to be used, and there are so many ways a cock could use you.

And now you're thinking about them again.

Silly. Needy. Dumb.

Weren't you meant to be doing something else?

Oh well.

Imagine waking up and feeling the unexpected sensation of headphones tight on your ears.

You don't know how they got there, you certainly didn't fall asleep with them on. You start to reach up to pull them off but something stops you, the audio playing through them. It's a mixture of white noise, a metronome clicking back and forth, and a soft, comforting voice.

The voice is reminding you how nice it was to be asleep just a moment ago. The voice offers you that same relaxation and bliss. You know something strange is going on, someone put these headphones on you but the soft offer and rhythmic clicking convinces you to leave them on for just a moment, just to see where this is going.

The soft voice continues, reminding you that you know exactly what it feels like to feel fuzzy and dumbed down. It reminds you how nice it is. Click, click, click, in the background. Fuzzy and dumb and heavy.

Click, click, click.

You know that if you really wanted to you could reach up and pull off these headphones but for some reason your arms won't move.

Click, click, click.

They feel as if they weigh a thousand pounds. It feels too good to move them, the offer is too enticing. The offer of Fuzziness, dumbing you down, making you heavy and empty.

Click, click, click.

The voice continues leading you down and before you know it your eyes have closed and there is nothing but the sounds from those headphones. Everything goes black.

Click, click, click.

Your eyes open and you look at your clock, hours have passed since you originally woke up. You reach to touch the headphones but they are gone. No trace of them at all. You might even just think it was a very pleasant dream.

You get up and go about your day like normal. It isn't until you get dressed that you realize the figure standing in your room now. A familiar figure, a trusted figure for either obvious reasons or for a reason you can't quite grasp. You open your mouth to speak but before a word can escape the figure presses the clicker in their hand and your jaw drops limply open, your thoughts fade away as your free will and intelligence vanish. They hold

the clicker firmly.

Click, click, click.