A view from the bust of Pallas

"Good girl."

*suspiciously* “Yeah? Where’s it at?”

Oh down by

Her: “Sure thing!  Where??”

I'm not under your control. It's fine. I'm sure of it.

I'm not under your control. This is just for fun. It's a game. I just enjoy relaxing. It's stress relief. There's nothing to worry about.

I'm not under your control. It's just sometimes fun to do what you say. That's a normal kink right? Practically vanilla. I find pleasure in holding your attention. But I'm not under your control.

I'm not under your control. I just enjoy the things you say. The way you say them. Your words stay with me and haunt me through the day. I think about them when you're not around. They excite me. I feel giddy. They arouse me. But I'm not under your control.

I'm not under your control I just cum in the mornings, thinking about you controlling me. That's probably a little under your control. But I'm not really under your control. It's fine. I'm sure of it.

I'm not under your control. I just think about how nice it would be to be under your control. How the things you say could really effect me. If I let them. Although I'm not sure if that would be any different to how things are already?

“That’s it, toy, so eager, so very hungry for more of my pretty words, spinning and spiralling in your mind.” Your hypnotist’s tone was playful. They knew you didn’t have much left in you. “But I think we both know that you’ll need to drop sooner or later, won’t you, sweetie?”