Sometimes, The Temptation To Turn You Into A Babbling Idiot That Fails To Speak Is So Great I Have To

i need to mess around with someone’s humiliation kink. like making them strip in front of me, that way my hands are free to grope their body, the touches getting rougher with every piece of clothing that comes off. even if they try to cover themselves, i’ll grip both of their wrist behind their back, whispering “this body is mine. no one will keep me from touching it, not even you, love.”

i want them to keep those pretty eyes on me while my hand caresses their inner thighs, want to see their reaction when i tease them about how fucking drenched their skin is— “aren’t you embarrassed of being so easy, darling? one little touch and you’re already soaked.” i need to hear them explain every thought that’s running through that dirty head of them, i don’t care if it’s too embarrassing. i love that stuttering and how they squirm, trying to hide from my gaze but still needing to be touched.

and when they think i’ve got enough, that i won’t be mean anymore, i’ll press their body to the closest window, facing the busy street. “look, honey… if any of those people stare up, they’ll see what a filthy slut you are…” while my fingers spread their pussy open, not caring about myself cause i’m the only one dressed !

Can we "watch" a movie and cuddle but your fingers are under the covers playing with my pussy while you whisper in my ear telling me to pay attention and focus but i can't focus because it feels so fucking good with your fingers knuckles deep inside me?

Yes? No? Maybe so?

They just need to do it. They are hopelessly addicted to this moment, and to them, it must never end.

An endless embrace , it's the perfect trap.

Mmmm pleeease I need a sexy girl to do this to~~

Who enjoys the feeling of being conditioned?

Knowing that someone has worked to tweak and mold your malleable mind with every interaction you have. Knowing you've been primed and influenced to a point of no return. Knowing the simplicity of a word or action is enough for you to lose yourself completely.

Triggered by as little as a command phrase. Prodded into an unknown direction by latent pathways your mind has been railroaded on. The indescribable feeling of yourself attempting to resist, fighting with every fibre of your being, pushing to retain your free will. And yet, the impossibility of that task insurmountable, and behind every feable attempt made, the knowledge that you want this.

You want all pretence to fall away. You want to give in completely. You want your mind and body to sink into the clutches of your controller. You want to surrender and enjoy the delicious grip of conditioning.