Naughty Finch

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

Stop whatever you’re doing.
Close the door.
Dim the lights.
Put your phone on the floor in front of you, screen up.

Good girl.

Now open the image I just sent.
Just the spiral. Nothing else on the screen.
Pure candy-pink, turning slowly, the exact shade that already lives behind your eyes when you’re weakest for me.

Stare at the center.
Don’t blink until you have to.
Every rotation pulls another breath out of you, long, slow, inevitable.

Breathe in for four beats…
Hold for four…
Out for eight.
Again.
With every exhale the pink gets brighter, heavier, wetter.

You can already feel it, can’t you?
That first warm trickle between your legs that always arrives the moment the spiral starts.
That’s the signal.
Your body recognizing its favorite poison before your mind even catches up.

Keep staring.
Let the edge of the screen blur.
Let everything else disappear.

With each spin of the spiral you sink ten feet deeper into pink.
Ten feet deeper into need.
Ten feet deeper into obedience.

Ten.
Twenty.
Thirty.

Feel your shoulders drop.
Feel your lips part.
Feel your tongue get heavy and sweet like cotton candy.

Every time you see this exact shade of pink from now on (on a billboard, a lipstick, a notification bubble), your clit will pulse once, hard, and you’ll hear my voice whisper a single word in the back of your mind:

Babydoll.

You won’t be able to stop the pulse.
You won’t want to.

Every time you hear or read the word “pink” your thoughts will soften by half.
Say it to yourself now (pink) and feel your IQ drip out in slow, sticky drops.

Pink.
Pink.
Pink.

Good babydoll.

Now the spiral is inside you, turning behind your eyes even when you blink.
You can’t turn it off.
You don’t want to turn it off.

When I say “deeper into pink,” you will instantly drop twice as deep as you are right now and spread your legs without thinking.
Test it later.
You’ll be shocked how automatic it feels.

When I say “pretty please,” you will edge immediately, no matter where you are, no matter who’s watching.
You will stay on that edge until I say “thank you,” and only then may you stop.
Your gratitude will be instant and humiliating and perfect.

Lock those in now.
Feel them click like little pink padlocks around your mind.

Deeper into pink.

That’s it.
Legs open.
Mind blank.
Cunt dripping.

The spiral is spinning faster now, but you’re perfectly still.
Perfectly empty.
Perfectly mine.

When you’re so deep that the only thing left is the color and the ache, you will touch yourself exactly three times (slow circles) and stop.
Then you will type:

“I’m just Sirs pink doll and I need to be played with.”

Until I reply, the spiral keeps turning.
Until I reply, the ache keeps building.
Until I reply, you stay right here, lost in the prettiest cage I ever built for you.

Begin.

like it just makes me feel like an object and useless

Sit back, headphones in, relax and go deep...

You need constant reminding of what you are, this video is to help you self train.

And yet you Act like a Little Slut.. And yet you Can't stop being Needy.. And yet you Wanna be Controlled.. And yet you Always relapse and come back

Maybe you’re by my desk. Maybe you’re under it. But your tits are out and you’re looking up at me in my chair.

You belong on your knees below me.

There’s one thing on your mind. Your tongue is out. You’re practically panting and begging for it. Your hips move subconsciously, slowly moving your ass back and forth. Your pussy is dripping.

You belong on your knees below me.

I barely pay attention to you after I slide my cock into your mouth. I have other things to do, important things. Maybe I’m working. Maybe I’m paying our bills. Maybe I’m playing. It’s unimportant to you: you need practice sucking, need something in your mouth, and that something is always me.

You belong on your knees below me.

Maybe I cum down your throat, rewarding you for doing your one job. Maybe I cum all over your pretty little face. You hope so. Either way, you’re practicing, pleasing me, being useful to me, and that’s your entire world. I’m your entire world.

Shh, I know, I know, sweetheart. You're being such a good girl for daddy. Just let him use you a little longer, okay?

Oh, fuck, don't cry, baby. Don't cry. Daddy's gonna cum inside you if you keep crying. Aw, does your little cunt want that? I felt you twitching, don't lie to me, honey.