How does it feel to know that you’re slowly slipping again? To feel yourself begin to throb each time you see that orange icon beneath your finger. Knowing that this won’t be the last time, nor do you really want it to be. You’ve lurked for, what a month now? Two maybe? Too many orgasms to count, too much shame to regret. Yet, posting a comment here or there, secretly enjoying the stream of dick pics it brings. Hoping that one of them hides a Sir who can break you like you dream.

Do you feel it now? that need slowly building deep down inside you? The need to lose control, and be pushed deeper? Not even sure what it means but knowing it exists - deeper. Feeling the rise, and now fall, of your chest, your heart rate becoming pronounced. The feeling of the cotton on your chest, moving with each breath. The tug of your panties as you adjust your hips, trying to ignore the growing need. It feels good to relax, doesn’t it? To finally sit down, and think about your body. About how needy it’s become. Do you feel it yet? That tingle in the base of your spine? That’s from being a good girl. Simply reading this, you’re being good. Obedient. You can stop at any time, yet your eyes keep moving along, my words filling your head. That’s right, feel that tingle begin to grow.

How long have you known that you don’t want to think? That you don’t want to worry about your day to day? It’s okay, I know you’re strong deep down. It takes a strong woman to admit that she wants to let go; that she wants someone to think for her for once. It’s okay to feel the weight of it all, and want a release. It’s not easy being something that’s out of character for you. To deny your inner desires of being cared for, blissful in your position in things. Even now trying to resist these truths, resist the words that you’re nodding along to unknowingly. Admit it for me, either in your head or out loud. You’re tired. Tired of thinking. Tired of worrying. Let me take your burden, take your mind for you, and leave you empty. Blissfully blank.

I know that it’s new to you, being cared for, but as you sink lower for me, breath. Take your first one now, your first breath after admitting those truths for me.

In Counting One Two Three

Out Counting One Two Three Four Five.

Feel that spot on the base of your skull. Feel it radiate out with each breath. Start again at in, but focus on that feeling.

That’s a good girl. That’s your first steps on a journey I know you desire. Comment below if you want to journey further, deeper, into pleasure.