Blank Boy

It's such a simple statement isn't it? It doesn't brook any argument and it's impossible to misunderstand.

You can't cum.

There's no ultimatum, no threat, no workaround or promise, its not even really an order is it? Just something matter of fact like.

The sky is blue.

You can't really argue with it can you? You can really go outside and shout up at the blue sky that it isn't blue, can you? Because just one look at the sky reaffirms that.

You can't cum.

And I mean it's not like you'll miss it, is it? When you think about it, to cum is to finish, to complete, to cum is the end of your pleasure so when I tell you.

You can't cum.

It's really s gift isn't it? It's really pleasure without an end, the ability to touch and edge and play, to feel your thoughts melting away, to let your mind grow soft and dumb, all because.

You can't cum.

Your worried now that it might be true, that you can't cum, the sky is blue, both are simple un arguable facts, you KNOW the sky is blue, so you KNOW.

You can't cum.

You can try, you can rub until your numb, till your brains leak out, till your empty and dumb, no matter what you try to do, it doesn't matter because...

The sky is blue

Everytime you look outside, or stop to rub between your thighs, it still won't matter what you do.

You can't cum, The sky is blue

Oh, you might try and prove me wrong, your body might even play along, go ahead and have some fun, it doesn't change that.

You can't cum.

Every moment you spend rubbing, touching edging, your brain is playing those three words over and over

You can't cum.

The tension will start to drive you numb, each moment rubbing turns you dumb, your IQ dropping 1 by 1, all because

You can't cum.

Eventually panic melts away, perhaps it's only for today, tomorrow might grant you release, maybe then it won't be true, but even then.

The sky is still blue

So edge and touch and melt your brain, down your thighs your thoughts will drain, you'll rub those silly thoughts away, dumbing down day by day, IQ dropping one by one and all because.

"Brainwashing is best for me."

After all, when you find yourself getting all hot between the legs and fuzzy between the ears, thinking for yourself would just confuse you! You need something external, someone who can take the weak whimpering plaything that you are and guide you in the right direction.

If you want to follow my words, keep reading.

Try not to look at the spiral.

If you look at it, you won't be able to look away. It'll suck your mind cumpletely into it, and you don't want that, do you? It'll start gradually at first, sure. You'll think to yourself it's not so bad. You'll think things like "I could look away anytime I wanted to…", but by that point, you won't want to. You'll be trapped, unable to turn your gaze anywhere else.

So don't look at the spiral.

If you do, you won't be able to resist it. You'll feel your thoughts, your cares, your worries all start to melt away. It'll becum harder and harder to think, until you won't be able to think at all. You won't want to think. You'll just want to stare mindlessly into the spiral. And you don't want that to happen, do you?

So maybe you should try not to look at the spiral.

Because as your mind starts to becum fuzzy, do you know what cums next? The warm inviting allure of sleep. You'll try to keep your eyelids from drooping of course, but by this point, you just won't have the mental energy to resist anymore. You won't be able to do anything but stare as your eyelids grow heavier, because you're dropping deeper and deeper. Just smiling blissfully without a thought in the world, ready to O-bey and sleep now.

You do want to O-bey, don't you?

So go ahead and look at the spiral.

Surrender your lil mind to Master Stephen.

Here is a sexy, interesting spiral to bring Master Stephen even deeper inside of hypno-slave himbo slut edge PUPpet bulgeboy's pink lil mind. The more himbo edges his O-bedient, sensitive penis and nipples to Master Stephen as he stares into the spiral, totally O-pen, receptive, and suggestible, the better it feels and the more deep and permanent brainwashing slut absorbs and internalizes