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"Be a doll" and suddenly I'm looking at my body like it belongs to someone else. Just a plaything, a toy, an possession. The less of me there is, the easier it becomes. The less I think, the easier it becomes. The less I exist, the easier it becomes, until all that's left is a body waiting to be used. Moved where they want, placed where they want, kept however they want.

(granted I also hump a pillow to edge and cum but)

Don't let anyone confuse you. It is completely normal, appropriate, and healthy to cum in your pants. Regularly. Frequently even. Possibly daily at a minimum if you can. Everyone should be doing this as much as possible. It's simple science.

The first thing we’ll start training is your breathing. Slow, steady, even breaths. In, and out, pausing for a few moments between each just like you were sleeping. If you ever find yourself uncertain, just focus on this. Regardless of what’s happening, just keep the rise and fall of your chest to a minimum.

It’s a meditative state I’m teaching you. You focus on your breathing, which in turn leads to a calmer mind. The physical rhythm of drawing in each breath lets you drift away from everything that’s happening to your body.

“Play dead.” Eyes closed, body limp. You don’t need to move. You don’t need to think. I don’t want a response from you so you don’t need to worry about what sounds are the correct ones to make or how your performance as a participant will be measured.

“Play dead.” When my hand starts to trace up your leg when you should be asleep.

“Play dead.” When the alcohol in your system is too much and your spinning brain doesn’t know what to do.

Isn't that just so neat? :) No one has to be into anything, and if something isn't for you, that's fine! But sometimes the idea of something just... sticks to you. It's repulsive, repellant, but intriguing. The more you react to it, the more you think about it. The more you think about it, the more curious you get. You relax around the initial reaction, make room for the erotic fixation. Sacrificing your pleasure for someone else's, wanting so badly to have it and it being taken away, the lingering desperation and sensitivity that melts your mind... It's compelling to fantasize about! And you never have to make the jump to real life play, of course. But trying it once won't change you forever.

These days, they do a kind of automatic bonding process, where the magic in them connects with the target, and then applies to the subject. You see, it has to do with the mana field within the potion and the mana field of the individual, and the relative resonance of the two. You see—

Well, yes, yes, it's all very technical. I was getting the feeling some of it was going over your head, but you don't have to stop me like that. I guess, suffice to say, it won't do anything if she just drinks it like this.

Ok, so, how it actually works is you need to drink it first, just a little bit of it, a mouthful. Then you slowly swirl it around in your mouth to make sure it gets everywhere and picks up as much of you as possible. You want to really mix it with your essence.

Do it in front of me, please, so I can be sure you're doing it right. I don't want anything to go wrong.

There. Just like that. Look in my eyes. Good. I can see that it's working. Smile for me. I can see it in your eyes.

And at this point it's really delightful to mix up the rhythm. Caress, then caress again as if caring delicately for your subject, until it relaxes and then you return to pain again. If it's looking, go to hit then pause at the last second and pivot to gentle contact. Hit suddenly without warning before it can prepare itself.

Not at all. Hey, do you mind lifting up your top for me? *snap*

You can do nothing

You owe me nothing

I expect nothing in return