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You are a goon girl. You’re an edge puppet. You obey your clit because you’re a slave to it. Your clit tells you when you should rub her. When you should squeeze her, when you should grind her against something. You listen because she owns you, and you love her control. She makes you wet, and tells you when to touch; when to rub and rub and rub until your scent fills the air, until the smell of your pussy in the room makes you want to touch again. 

You rub until you’re late to meet friends

You rub until you lose sleep

You rub until you miss meals

You rub at home in bed, when you can get comfortable and enjoy yourself

You rub at work when you get too achey and need the touch

She makes you do all of this, and you love her for it.

All I do is write down some horny thoughts, nothing to do with you specifically, yet your cumdrunk drone of a brain immediately puts you in that specific situation.

You WANT me to take advantage of your addiction.

You WANT me to fractionate you to the point of no return, so dazed you'll never fully wake up.

You WANT me to make you forget but make sure your body remembers.

Think of how long you've been looking at your screen today. Silly doll, you've lost so much time to it already. Staring, shopping, scrolling the hours away. Letting the device in your hand shape you. Letting it pacify you.

And then, inevitably, your mind turns to this app. You lose hours here. How much time have you spent here today? This week? This year? Some of you have given literally weeks of your life to this place, and you're going to give so much more. You don't even question it now. Staring at this app is just a part of who you are. Accepting and absorbing what you see. Reading, staring, edging, dropping. Changing.

And still you keep going, because good dolls always keep going, you know that now, the mind control device in your hand helped you realise that. Helped you to think less. Showed you how to behave. How to look. How to talk and walk and dress.