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So now when you’re desperate and shaking and you beg me to cum, I just spit in my palm and wrap my hand around my cock. And you don’t even flinch. You don’t correct me. Your eyes get heavy and your breathing changes and you watch me squeeze the base and stroke up, slow, dragging the skin tight, letting the head swell between my fingers. You watch the pre-cum bead up and spill over my knuckles and your mouth falls open a little like you can taste it. Because somewhere in that pretty rewired head of yours, this is what cumming feels like now. Watching me get myself off while you soak through the sheets next to me.

And I’m in no rush. I’ll let go entirely just to watch my cock twitch and throb on its own while you whimper like something was taken from you. Then grip it again, tighter, faster, fucking my own fist while you lie there clenching with your hips rocking in rhythm with my hand. Your body trying to sync up with what your brain says is happening to you. I can hear how wet you are every time you squeeze your thighs together. You don’t even register it. You’re too focused on my cock. On the way my stomach tenses when I’m getting close. On the way my breathing gets ragged and my grip gets sloppy and I stop performing for you and just start chasing it.

Not make her send nudes.

Not make her post nudes.

No.

I want to rewire her brain. I want to make her get off to showing off and being shown off, to make the cute toy see itself as it really is.

"That is right, up and down, up and down."

She wasnt sure if it is a game anymore or if it takes on something way more serious.

She always enjoyed the power dynamics in their online play.

The tension between them only kept growing with each new date they had.

Only that it was texting and sending pictures to each other.

Until he brought up this game he thought off.

It didnt sound too hard.

All she had to do was sitting on a dildo and listening to him.

While her webcam was filming her.

What could happen to her right? When she is alone in her room, a dildo sitting between her legs and all he could do is watching her through the webcam.

All she had to do was listen to him, how he talks.

Nothing more.

If it got boring she at least could get off like that.

That was at least what she thought.

"Just let my words sink into you like the dildo sinks into you. Feel the pleasure growing as you go down. And up now. Feel your thoughts slowly coming back, but so much harder."

He was right, it was harder to think.

Going so slow with the pace he is giving her almost drives her insane.

It is so slow and the pleasure only keeps building up, it is making her fuzzier and hazier.

Her thoughts have already drifted off a few times already, all while she is gliding up and down her dildo.

"Up and down. Deeper each time you sink down, slower and slower up again."

Was she really doing that?

She must be as she felt her dildo filling her for longer.

Or is she imagining it?

God, if only she could cum.

But it was too slow.

At most she could get herself to an edge.

Was she even paying attention to him anymore?

"You dont need to worry about what I am saying. Just follow along. Down, down, down. And up. Down, down, down. And up."

Yes, she just followed along as she pushed deeper onto her dildo, filling herself like that.

Following along and gliding slowly up, just to plounge deep onto it again.

She already could hear her own wetness each time she sank down onto it.

"So hard to think now, just follow along and obey. Up and down, down, down. Up and down, down, down. Your thoughts just leak out and around the dildo. Leaving your mind empty. As it feels so good to obey, doesnt it?"

Her conscious mind didnt even recognize it as a question anymore.

She was too encapsulated by the pleasure and the movement she was doing.

But a lustful grunt escaped her mouth in agreement.

"Good girl. You are doing so well. Up and down. Up and down. Let the pleasure take you deeper as you sink deeper. Feel it growing as you listen and obey. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. And now, drop."

Her eyes shut close just as she dropped herself deep on her dildo.

Not a single thought left as all she is doing is follow and obey.

When she is waking up again, she wont remember much of what he said or what he did.

All she will know is how good it feels to obey him.

As he planted the seed into her mind that keeps growing and pushing her more and more to him.

Just like she will push her dildo into her more and more from now on.

Enforcing her programming herself.