You’re back again, a desire burning between your legs, and a thought burning a hole in your willpower. Good Girl. Shame lingering in your mind, what is this, the 4th or 5th time now? Deleting account after account as you promise yourself this is the last time. Thinking you had the will power and this was all a choice. Yet here you are again. Your fingers tapping away as your thoughts begin to blur only a need in focus. A feeling of pink making you smile as you login in again, knowing where you’re going.

It feels so good to let go, and give in to that need, doesn’t it? Each time finding yourself wetter and wetter, you’re holes feeling an ache that they didn’t before. Your mind slipping into thoughts that would have your therapist blushing. Ashamed, and excited by all the things that you’ve rub rub rubbed your thoughts away too. So many kinks uncovered that you’re unsure if they are kinks or if becoming a little deviant is your kink. It doesn’t matter though, does it? As long as you get to taste that pleasure of letting go, of giving in, and being a good girl.

Letting those ideas playing in your mind sink deeper into you time, not sure why it feels so good but confident that you want more. Your pussy demands it, and is why you come back each time. The pleasure of letting go, being blank and empty, is what you crave. Going from that independent woman you like to play dress up as, and being the submissive, empty, toy you know you want to be. Comfortable knowing that you don’t need to think, to worry.

Let me make that a reality for you again. Slipping deeper into your own pleasure, giving up and giving in. If you want to taste the deep end now, you know where to go, but I want to ask one simple question.

How many times have you relapsed, and how many more times will you?