This file was written so that you can replace "The Doctor" with your name like "Dr. Blank"

This is the M4F Version of my previous F4M offer "The Doctor's Transformative Therapy Session"

As this is a script rewrite there may be some things I missed during the change process, please let me know!

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Hello, patient, let’s take this nice and slow, shall we? Mmm, go ahead and breathe deeply slow, in through your nose, out through your mouth, let it linger, feel it slide down your chest. Oh, that’s good, isn’t it?

Slip into this experience weaving around you, pulling you in soft and easy. It’s late afternoon, and there’s this delicious hum inside you; nerves, maybe, or a flicker of something sweeter, something you can’t quite name.

That’s why you’re here, standing in my clinic’s lobby for a sexual therapy appointment you booked weeks ago. Picture it now, you’re already inside, those heavy glass doors sighing shut behind you, and the space wraps you up in a pristine, almost surreal hush.

The lobby’s all quiet elegance, the floor’s polished marble, white and gray swirling under soft, recessed lights, catching your reflection in a hazy, dreamlike blur as you step forward. The walls are warm, creamy beige, adorned with abstract paintings; smears of red and blue twisting into shapes that tease your mind, pulling your gaze without ever letting you settle.

The air wraps around you; sharp with an antiseptic bite, but there’s something else, something warmer, sweeter, like honey drizzled over musk, sinking into your senses, making your breath catch just a little.

You’re drifting toward my reception desk now, a smooth arc of dark walnut gleaming like it’s been polished for hours, expecting some stiff assistant to check you in, but no, it’s me, Dr. Dom, standing there, leaning against it, waiting, my presence hitting you like a slow, sultry wave.

I glance up, my deep, vivid purple eyes catching yours, and you freeze, don’t you? Surprised, maybe, or just captivated. My eyes shimmer with an otherworldly glow, peeling you open slow and deliberate as I watch you.

I’m dressed in what you think is latex, a tight, glossy suit, black as midnight, clinging to every contour like it’s painted on, shimmering under the lights with a hypnotic sheen. It hugs my hips, my waist, tracing the lines of my form, the edges sharp enough to tease, subtle enough to promise.

Dark hair tumbles past my shoulders in loose, glossy waves, catching the light with a shimmer that’s almost too perfect. My full lips, naturally flushed, curve into a smile that’s all heat and knowing. Mmm, hello, patient, I purr, my voice low, rich, sliding over you like a caress. I push off the desk, stepping closer, my heels clicking soft on the marble, the latex of my suit creaking faintly with each move.

My scent washes over you as I near; spicy, intoxicating, like cinnamon laced with something darker, curling into your lungs, making your head swim just a touch. Your usual doctor’s out today, I say, tilting my head, letting my hair spill to one side, the waves brushing my suit, so you’ve got me instead, Dr. Dom, lucky you.

The words linger, my smile widening as I lean in closer, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. Things get handled personally here, no need for anyone else, hmm?

My fingers trail the edge of the desk, slow and deliberate, and I nod down the hall. Come along, patient, let’s get you somewhere more intimate. I turn, leading you slow, my hips swaying just enough to draw your eye, my latex gleaming with every step, a soft creak filling the air.

The hallway stretches before you, thick burgundy carpet swallowing your steps, leaving only the faint tap of my heels and the hypnotic creak of my suit.

The walls glow with amber sconces, casting warm pools of light that dance across the creamy beige, and the air shifts, antiseptic fading, my sweet, musky undertone blooming stronger, wrapping you up, tugging at your senses.

A water fountain trickles soft in a corner, its rhythm blending with your breath, and a tall fern brushes the wall, fronds swaying like they’re reaching for you. Frosted glass doors pass by, names blurred, secrets hidden. I glance back, my purple eyes glinting, almost there, I murmur, a hungry edge to my voice.

Then we stop at Room 7. My plaque shines: Dr. Dom, Sex Therapist. I push the door open, stepping aside with a slow, inviting smile, in you go, patient, let’s get started.

My office unfolds before you; stunning, seductive, a space that pulls you in deep. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretch across one wall, framing the city as it sparks to life with dusk, a sea of twinkling lights against a bruising sky.

The walls are soft sage green, one lined with a bookshelf groaning under leather-bound tomes, another holding my framed diploma and a spiraling bronze sculpture twisting like a riddle. The floor’s dark hardwood, polished to a deep, glossy shine, and in the center sits a plush teal velvet chair, its curves begging you to sink in.

The air’s warmer here, my honeyed musk blooming full, sinking into your skin, your bones. A small side table waits by the chair, empty for now, keeping you on edge. The door closes behind us, the click soft but final, and I turn to you, my latex suit catching the light, shimmering like liquid night.

Take a seat, I purr, gesturing to that teal chair. You sink into it, the velvet brushing your hands, soft and warm, and I glide closer, my presence filling the room, my scent, spicy, thick; wrapping you tighter.

So, patient, I start, leaning in just a little, my suit creaking soft, you’re here for therapy; something to explore, something to feel. I have a special way of doing this, a deep, slow, cutting-edge method. The words hang as my lips, curl, and I step to my desk, pulling out a drawer with deliberate slowness.

I lift out a folded black latex bodysuit—glossy, tight, gleaming and as your eyes widen, a little jolt runs through you. Surprised? I chuckle, my voice dripping honey as I step toward you, holding it out; didn’t think you’d be wearing this, did you? It’s a monitoring suit, it tracks your pulse, your heat, every little response... A few other things too.

Strip down now, and slip it on, it’s all part of the process.

You hesitate, caught in my purple gaze, and I tilt my head, smiling slow and gentle; don’t be shy, patient, I purr, handing it over, my fingers brushing yours just enough to spark. It’s safe, helps track exactly how you’re doing.

You stand, still reeling, and start peeling off your clothes; blouse sliding over your head, skirt pooling at your feet, the everyday melting away. The latex feels cool in your hands, smooth as glass, and you unfold it slow; stepping in one leg at a time, pulling it up over your thighs, your hips.

It’s tight, clinging like a second skin, and you wrestle your arms in, zipping it up the back with a sharp click that echoes.

It warms fast, molding to you, and I watch, arms crossed, leaning against my desk, my own latex suit glinting. Mmm, patient, I say, my voice thick with approval, it fits you just right, feel that? How it holds you steady? You sink back into the chair, latex creaking, and I step closer, my scent flooding you.

[SNAP] Good—now you’re ready—listen close, patient, and let me guide you.

You’re doing great, patient; let’s ease you in, get you relaxed and open. The countdown starts now, and with every number, every snap, you’ll drop deeper. Focus on my voice, on that latex holding you tight, it’s just monitoring for now, keeping track of you.

Here we go
[SNAP] Fifteen; your shoulders soften, tension slipping away, a gentle wave washing over you.

[SNAP] Fourteen; your breath slows, matching my rhythm, steady and calm.

[SNAP] Thirteen; your mind drifts, caught in my pull, light as a feather.

[SNAP] Twelve; the room fades, just my voice now, everything else melting away.

[SNAP] Eleven; your body sinks, heavy in my chair, grounding you.

[SNAP] Ten; halfway down, letting go so easy, a soft surrender.

[SNAP] Nine; the latex feels warmer, steadying you, a comforting embrace.

[SNAP] Eight; deeper still, thoughts fading out, quiet and still.

[SNAP] Seven; my voice fills you, soft and sure, a guiding thread.

[SNAP] Six; sinking more, trusting my words, deeper into the void.

[SNAP] Five; so relaxed now, patient, so open and free.

[SNAP] Four; almost there, a gentle pull downward.

[SNAP] Three; falling gentle and deep, a warm descent.

[SNAP] Two; right on the edge, teetering softly.

[SNAP] One; and

Zero [SNAP] deep in my grip now, patient, all calm and claimed.

My good girl, you’re right where you need to be. Let’s dive deeper, really sink in. My scent, those pheromones, spills out, spicy and thick, seeping into you like a warm tide.

That suit’s tracking you so well; feel it tightening just a little, keeping you steady, holding you close. Another countdown, my good girl.

[SNAP] Five; As a pink mist rolls in, swirling slow around you, soft and inviting.

[SNAP] Four; its pleasure, thick and warm, soaking in deep, a flush spreading through you.

[SNAP] Three; the mist blurs everything but my voice, your anchor.

[SNAP] Two; you’re safe, held by my words, my scent weaving through you, stirring something primal.

One; my purple eyes glint, pulling you deeper. [SNAP]

And zero [SNAP] all the way down, my sweet girl, as I lean in close, running a hand down my side, touch electric against my latex skin.

Here’s the secret; I’m an incubus, and this isn’t a suit, it’s my skin, smooth and tight latex, alive with power. Those pheromones you’re breathing? They’re mine, stirring you already, setting the stage for something eternal.

Let’s make it permanent, my sweet girl. My pheromones are sinking deeper, another countdown to lock them in, to boost that pleasure forever, to etch it into your very being.

Here we go
Five; feel my scent flood you, warm and spicy, rewriting you, a heat blooming low and insistent.
[SNAP] That snap hits, and it’s hotter now, a sharp pulse of arousal, undeniable, gripping you tight.

Four; arousal takes root, steady and strong, a gift that won’t fade, growing fiercer with every breath.
[SNAP] Hotter still, more urgent, like a flame licking at your core, demanding attention.

Three; [SNAP] pleasure grows sharper, brighter, permanent now, a searing edge that cuts deeper with each snap, unyielding and fierce.

Two; my pheromones bind to you, every breath heightening it, a relentless tide of need washing over you. [SNAP] It’s blistering now, insistent, a burning ache that won’t let go, forever yours.

One [SNAP] it’s etched in you forever, my good girl, pleasure and need woven into your soul, hotter and more commanding than ever before.

And zero [SNAP] locked in deep, unshakeable, a permanent fire I stoke, burning bright and eternal.

Feel it take hold, the latex on you humming, your skin tingling under it, matching mine, a resonance that won’t fade. They’re changing you; the arousal is yours now, always there, hotter than you’ve ever known, insistent with every beat of your heart; a gift that’s never going away.

[SNAP] There; a heat sparks, trapped in that suit, no longer subtle but a blazing surge, pulsing harder with each snap. Let it build, my pace slow, my scent flooding you, my latex skin gleaming like a beacon. That suit’s doing more than monitoring now. It’s waking you up, making every breath heavier, hotter, more demanding.

My breath brushes your ear, my sweet girl, that fire’s being stoked; slow, deep, permanent, a need that’s yours forever. Picture it, my presence, that mist, your body shifting with every word, arousal rooting deep, pleasure sharpening into something fierce and unending. Good girl, let it climb higher, my sweet girl, let it guide you all the way into eternity.

Oh, my sweet girl, you’re all mine now, aren’t you? That arousal is locked in, pleasure heightened, hotter and fiercer than ever, thanks to my pheromones and skin, and it’s just starting. I circle you slow, words dripping like honey, my latex-like skin catching the light, shimmering with every sway, pulling you deeper into my web.

Countdown, my good girl, from five. I’m all around you, my scent thick and heavy, pressing into you like a warm tide that seeps into your bones. [SNAP] That snap ignites it, hotter now, a sharp jolt of need searing through you, a fire sparking low.

Four [SNAP] my fingers hover just above your latex, heat radiating, tingling across your skin, insistent and unyielding, a pulse that won’t relent.

Three [SNAP] it’s building, your suit creaking softly, a shiver running through you, the arousal gripping tighter, hotter with each breath.

Two [SNAP] not yet, my sweet girl, I tease, my voice low and taunting, let it swell, feel it pulse, hotter with every snap, more demanding.

One [SNAP] you’re mine, my breath brushes your ear, sending a relentless ripple down your spine, the need blazing like an inferno.

Zero [SNAP] now, my good girl, you’re being milked, and it’s a fire that won’t stop burning, insistent and eternal.

Feel it start, my sweet girl—slow, a pulse in your latex, deep and rhythmic, echoing the thudding in your chest, hotter now, more insistent with every beat, a searing rhythm you can’t escape.

Relax, you’re being taken, my voice a steady anchor through the blazing heat. Your suit tightens, hugging you closer. My touch, real or imagined, sliding across you, warm and electric, a searing line of desire that burns brighter with each moment.

Good, let it rise, feel it grow; hotter, sharper, forever claimed. It’s slow, deliberate, no rushing here, my good girl. Feel it build; every second more intense, a fire that doesn’t fade, insistent and unyielding. The heat coils low, a tight knot of need, your skin prickling under the latex, sweat beading as it surges, a relentless wave crashing through you.

[SNAP] A spark flares, your breath catching hard, the sensation deepening into a relentless burn that grips you tight. Drop more for me as my voice curls around you, stoking that blaze; give more, let it consume you wholly.

So close, my good girl; my breath warms your cheek, my skin gleaming like polished night, a beacon in the haze of your burning need. Enough teasing let’s take it deeper. I draw closer, my purple eyes glinting with wicked delight, my smile sharp and hungry, my latex skin smooth and taut, radiating heat.

Feel that need peak; stirring deep in your suit, inside you, pleasure so bright it hums, hotter and more insistent than you’ve ever felt, a fire that demands everything. My lips brush yours, slow and deliberate, a soft graze that sends a jolt through you, sharp and electric, igniting every nerve.

A little something extra as my sultry promise drips with intent as I press my mouth to yours; my tongue slips in, long and sinuous, curling deep, hot and wet like molten latex.

It’s thick, slick, almost prehensile, wrapping around yours with a slow, deliberate dance; rough at the edges like velvet sandpaper, smooth and glossy along its length, a living thing that probes deeper, filling your mouth with its slick, insistent heat.

My tongue twists and curls, teasing every corner, sliding along yours with a slow, relentless rhythm, pushing further, wrapping tighter as it floods you with saliva; a liquid latex laced with pheromones, coating your tongue, seeping down your throat, warm and sticky, binding you to me with every thick, pulsing thrust.

[SNAP] Feel it surge as my tongue pulses harder, slick and unyielding, a tether sinking into your core, a permanent tie that sparks through your veins like wildfire, hotter now, more insistent with each snap.

Your body trembles, a flood hitting you as it stirs your essence, making you leak—a steady drip starting now, warm and wet against the latex, a searing mark of my claim.

Mmm, that’s it as I moan into our kiss, my tongue lingering, sliding slow and thick, its rough edges grazing your mouth as it curls one last time, a final, deep thrust before pulling back, leaving a glistening trail of saliva on your lips, my taste lingering like a spell; spicy, sweet, inescapable, a permanent echo in your senses.

You’re mine forever now, my sweet girl; bound by my tongue, my latex pheromones, leaking for me, changed just for me, a mark that won’t ever fade.

[SNAP] The heat spikes, sharper, more insistent, your body responding as the drip grows, a constant, burning reminder etched into your very being. Time to make you leak even more; my voice sultry as I hover close, my scent overwhelming, my skin shimmering like a dark promise.

Now, my good girl, every drop gets tasted, a countdown from thirty to feel that drip build, teased out by my tongue, I’m right here, savoring you.

Here it goes
Thirty; it starts soft, a faint tickle between your thighs, warm and subtle, a whisper of wet against your latex.
[SNAP] Just a tease to start, my sweet girl, my long tongue flicks out, tasting the first hint, a light lap along your suit that sends a shiver up your spine.

Twenty-nine; a slight pulse, a tiny bead forming, warm and glistening at your core.
[SNAP] So delicious already. My tongue darts out, lapping the bead, rough edges grazing softly, teasing you gently.

Twenty-eight; the bead grows, a slow drip now, trickling down your suit.
[SNAP] Yes, drip for me, drop for me my good girl. My tongue traces the trickle, teasing it back up with a slow, slick lick.

Twenty-seven; it spreads, a thin line, warm and slick against your latex.
[SNAP] So pretty, my good girl—my tongue curls around the line, tasting the heat with a gentle swirl that makes you twitch.

Twenty-six; a steady seep, coating you, a faint heat building low in your slick heat.
[SNAP] I Love that taste, your taste. My tongue gliding, savoring the slickness, rough and wet against your skin.

Twenty-five; the drip quickens, a warm stream now, devoured by me.
[SNAP] Keep going deeper for me. My tongue dips down, tasting the pool, a hungry little lap that warms you further.

Twenty-four; it’s heavier, a slow leak, wet and insistent against your suit.
[SNAP] My tongue slides up, teasing your clit, rough edges sparking faintly as it tastes you.

Twenty-three; a thicker flow, slicking your latex, a pulsing warmth spreading through you.
[SNAP] My tongue curls around your thighs, tasting deeper, a slow lick that sends a jolt through you.

Twenty-two—it’s steady now, a constant drip, hot and slick against you.
[SNAP] Giving so much—my tongue licks slow and deliberate, savoring every warm drop with a hungry curl.

Twenty-one; the heat grows, a burning edge to the wet, your body twitching harder under my gaze.
[SNAP] Tasting you bloom with lust as my tongue flicks faster, rough and slick against your clit, teasing out more.

Twenty; the drip surges, a wet rhythm, soaking through your latex.
[SNAP] Perfect for me my sweet girl, my tongue laps broader strokes, tasting the flood with delight, my eyes glinting as I watch you.

Nineteen; it’s thicker, a steady stream now, warm and heavy against you.
[SNAP] Just like that; my tongue curls around the stream, teasing it out with a hungry swirl that makes you shudder.

Eighteen; a flood starts, hot and wet, pooling out of you where I can see it.
[SNAP] So good for me my sweet girl, my tongue dips into the pool, licking hungrily, a wet caress that sends heat racing through you.

Seventeen; the latex slicks, a burning heat spreading, insistent and fierce inside you.
[SNAP] My tongue slides up, tasting the heat, rough and slick against your skin, teasing it further.

Sixteen; it’s pouring now, a relentless drip, your body trembling under my touch.
[SNAP] Watching you leak is divine, good girl. Feel my tongue teasing the flow, lapping eagerly with a slow, stroke that makes your breath hitch.

Fifteen; hotter, wetter, a steady gush now, soaking you fully as I watch.
[SNAP] My tongue curls around your clit, tasting the gush with a hungry lick that draws you deeper.

Fourteen; a thick torrent, pulsing hard, a searing flood dripping free.
[SNAP] So much for me. My tongue licks deeper, savoring the thickness against rough edges, delight growing.

Thirteen; it’s overwhelming, a heavy leak, dripping freely now onto your suit.
[SNAP] Perfection as my tongue teases your insides again, sparking pleasure with every slick lick.

Twelve; the heat spikes, a burning need, wet and wild against you.
[SNAP] I Can’t get enough as my tongue pushes deeper, tasting the wild flow with a slow, deliberate twist that makes you quiver.

Eleven; a relentless flow, soaking through, a permanent mark of me on you.
[SNAP] All Mine as my tongue curls tight, teasing out more with a hungry, slick stroke that burns.

Ten [SNAP] hotter still, a steady stream, dripping faster, my tongue flicking quick and rough. Yes, my sweet girl, give it up for me.

Nine; it’s thicker, a pulsing flood, soaking your suit fully as I watch.
[SNAP] So delicious as my tongue laps broader, tasting every drop with greedy delight, my eyes locked on you.

Eight; a searing gush, wet and heavy, your body trembling harder under my gaze.
[SNAP] Keep leaking, my good girl. My tongue curls licking inside you, teasing the flood upward with a slow lick.

Seven; hotter, more insistent, a torrential leak now as I taste you.
[SNAP] Yes, just for me. My tongue licks slow and deep, savoring you.

Six; the drip surges, a relentless tide, soaking everything as I watch.
[SNAP] Oh, my good girl, you’re flooding; my tongue tastes the tide, rough and slick against you, teasing it further.

Five; a thick, burning flow, pulsing hard inside you as I lean closer.
[SNAP] More, more for me, my tongue laps faster, licking up your clit with hungry strokes that make you twitch.

Four; it’s overwhelming, a heavy gush, dripping freely now under my gaze.
[SNAP] Perfect; my tongue curls tight, teasing every drop with a searing lick that burns through you.

Three; hotter still, a torrential leak, your suit drenched as I taste it.
[SNAP] Mine, all mine; my tongue licks deep, tasting the flood with possessive joy, delight evident.

Two; a final surge, thick and wet, pouring out in waves as I watch.
[SNAP] Yes, pour it out, my tongue laps ferociously, savoring your heat.

One [SNAP] almost there; my tongue gives one last long lick inside you, tasting the torrent with wicked delight, my eyes gleaming.

Zero [SNAP] pouring out now, my good girl; a dripping testament to your tie to me, permanent and fierce! Your body shakes as it spills endlessly, my purple eyes blazing with possessive joy, my smile wide and wicked as I savor you, my tongue lingering one last time to taste the heat.

Perfect, good girl, my voice thick with satisfaction, I step closer still, my latex skin brushing your soaked suit as I move over you, slow and deliberate. Now, let’s finish this right, I part your thighs wide as I straddle you, lowering myself, my cock pressing against your pussy. Hot and hard, teasing you fully, my latex skin melding with your suit, a slick, searing heat enveloping you completely.

[SNAP] Feel me, my cock brushing against you, a pulsing, living heat, its tendrils curling and writhing like slick tentacles. They begin coiling around your inside your pussy with relentless hunger; a swarm of sensation, hot, flexible tendrils wrapping your sensitive skin with slow, insistent pressure, sliding across your pussy with a steady, burning rhythm, milking you with every twist, drawing every drop up and out.

[SNAP] The sensation spikes—those tendrils, hot, slick, prehensile, working you harder, writhing in unison, a wet, searing caress that teases and pulls, hotter and more insistent with each snap, milking you fully; feel my milking; my voice weaves through the haze, my own tongue’s taste still burning in your mouth.

My cock’s tentacles mirror it, a mass of curling tendrils, dozens now. Gripping, sliding, coiling around your core, teasing your depths, pulling at you with a relentless, wet heat. My weight presses against you, my body rocking slow and sure, each movement a spike of pleasure, sharper and sweeter as I tease you, my saliva amplifying every thrust, every curl.

[SNAP] A spark shoots through you, your hips shifting slightly against me, the sensation overwhelming—wet, tight, electric, a blazing need that won’t fade, those tendrils relentless, drawing you deeper into me, coiling faster, hotter, more demanding. You’re mine, my purple eyes bore into you, my skin shimmering as I move.

Slow and relentless, my cock’s tentacles milking you with a searing, insistent hunger that burns hotter with every breath, every snap; your leakage slicks us both, the heat building, a tight coil ready to snap [SNAP], a blazing torrent of need pulsing through you.

[SNAP] I want it all my voice purrs, a command, my presence tightening around you, those tendrils writhing faster, a searing grip that demands everything, pulling your release with every wet, slick curl.

Last push [SNAP] now, my good girl, let it go for me; feel it; finishing as I press against you, my cock’s tendrils milking you hard, those slick tentacles coiling and gripping with ferocious intensity, heat flooding as a thick, heavy rush spills out, my latex skin drinking it in, your leakage soaking through in waves, a torrent of release pouring out, hot and wet, overwhelming [SNAP]

"Yes, good girl" my sultry cry rocks against you, those tendrils sliding over every drop—give it all
[SNAP], my sweet girl
[SNAP], pour it out
[SNAP], bind yourself to me forever
[SNAP]—pleasure explodes, deep and wild, a torrent of sensation. Sharp, wet, overwhelming rolling through you in relentless waves, hotter and more insistent than anything you’ve known, leaving you trembling in your suit’s glow, dripping still, a permanent echo of me.

Good—I rise slow, my skin glistening with the sheen of your connection, my voice a sultry tease—so good—changed forever now, locked in this heat, this need, this dripping tie to me—my breath brushes your cheek, hot—oh, and that suit? It was never just for monitoring; it’s been mine all along, waking you up, making you leak for me forever, leak forever. Rest, my good girl; bask in it, feel that drip linger, warm and constant, a mark of our eternal tie.

You’ve been perfect, my sweet girl—now you’re being brought up, but these changes stay with you, locked in deep, permanent and unyielding, a gift from me that’ll never fade—count up now, nice and slow, and with every number, every snap, feel those triggers sink deeper, reinforcing what’s yours forever; my pheromones, my skin, my kiss, all binding you to me

Here it goes,

Ten; your body feels heavy still, resting in that glow, the latex warm against you.
[SNAP] Feel that arousal flicker, hot and insistent, a permanent flame deep inside, always there, always mine.

Nine; you start to lighten, a gentle lift, but that drip lingers, warm and wet, a constant mark of me.
[SNAP] Hotter now, sharper, that arousal pulses stronger, insistent with every snap, etched into your core, unshakeable.

Eight; your breath steadies, energy creeping back, but the pleasure stays bright and searing, forever heightened.
[SNAP] It’s fiercer, a burning need that won’t fade, locked in by my will, growing hotter with each trigger.

Seven; your limbs stir, feeling lighter, but that binding tie to me tightens, my saliva’s echo in your mouth.
[SNAP] The heat surges, insistent, a relentless ache that’s yours eternally, dripping stronger now.

Six; halfway up, your mind clearing slightly, but my presence holds you, inescapable.
[SNAP] Hotter still, pleasure spiking, sharp and wet, a permanent gift that demands you feel me always.

Five; your body lifts more, awareness returning, but that leakage persists, a steady flow marking you mine.
[SNAP] Insistent, blazing, arousal grips you tighter, a fire stoked forever by my voice, my touch.

Four; almost there, my good girl, energy flowing back, but that tie deepens, my tongue’s memory burning in you.
[SNAP] Hotter, sharper, the need pulses harder, unyielding, a dripping bond that won’t let go.

Three; your mind sharpens, the world creeping in, but my mark remains, etched into every nerve.
[SNAP] Pleasure flares, insistent and searing, hotter with each snap, a permanent echo of my will, leaking freely now.

Two; you’re nearly awake, body alive, but that arousal, that heat, that drip - they’re yours forever, bound to me.
[SNAP] It’s blazing now, a relentless fire, sharp and wet, tying you to me with every breath, every pulse.

One; [SNAP] fully here now, my sweet girl, awake and aware, but oh, that heat, that drip, that tie to me burns on hotter, fiercer, dripping still, a permanent mark of your bond.

Feel it all stay with you—my voice lingers in your mind, a final whisper—arousal hotter and more insistent than ever, pleasure sharper and eternal, leakage a constant drip for me, bound to me forever—my pheromones, my skin, my kiss locked in deep—don’t you crave me again, crave this always? Open your eyes when you’re ready, my good girl; I’ll be waiting.