Iβm kneeling on the floor, legs spread, my cunt exposed, ordered to remain in this position.
You fractionated and edged me for hours, Iβm a puddle of subby arousal and eager desire to obey.
Youβre standing over me, next to you a cane and a wand.
βWeβre going to train your thoughts nowβ
You say with a wicked smile.
βItβs really easy, all you need to do is be honest with me, and let the new thoughts in obediently. Can you do that for me?β
You push the wand on my clit.
βGoood girl. Obedience feels good, itβs arousing and hot. You like to obey.β
βNow, remember, be honest. You still sometimes wish you could have an orgasm, isnβt that right?β
Fearfully, but obediently I nod. βYes Sirβ
You smack me on my thigh with the cane. βI know. Now say, admit your bad thoughtsβ
βI sometimes want to orgasmβ
βShh shh itβs okay. Now think about denial. How good it feels.β
You say as you press the wand on my clit again.
βTell me how good it feels to stay denied.β
βThe pleasure feels so good, so hot, so niceβ
βAnd what do you think of orgasms? Do you like them?β You say as you pick up the cane again.
βNnnnoo, I donβt like orgasms.β
βThatβs right. And why is that? β
βBecause orgasms are bad. Denial is better.β
You turn the vibe back on.
βOrgasms are bad. Denial is better.β
βThatβs a good girl.β