Hi dummies.

If you’re in this subreddit, I would wager a bet that you like to experiment with control. I would wager a bet that you pathetic, desperate goon-addicts thrive when you lack that control. You think you’re strong, but you’re not. You’re desperate for the power to be ripped from your hands.

Not like you can think through it, anyway.

Can you imagine it, though? Can you imagine what it would be like to relinquish all of your control to a woman on the internet you’ve never met?

I bet you’d thrive on it.

Imagine it. You’d tell me when you woke up in the morning. You’d leave it in my hands if you were on time for work, or if you’d have to stroke your pathetic cock for me three times with no relief, or rub your desperate cunt until you’re twenty five minutes late.

Maybe I’d tell you that you have to take a break from work every hour and a half to sneak off to edge four times in the bathroom. Maybe I’d make you send me proof, proof as I make you beg me to allow you to cum.

You don’t.

Or maybe, you tell me when you’re headed out to see your FWB. You beg and beg to be allowed to cum. You’re desperate for it, aching and needy after everything I’ve put you through during the day. You beg me so pretty to let you cum around their hard cock or sweet pussy.

I tell you you’re not allowed to. You fuck them and you chase that high but like a good fuck toy, you don’t cum unless your owner allows it to happen.

Maybe you get home and I reward you. Or maybe I don’t. Maybe I keep you goon brained and stupid just for me.

I bet you’re just drooling at the thought of it.

Dumb gooner.

💋