“Down here, princess.”
Those are the words that my eyes speak to you as I take control of your willpower and grip it like I am hanging on for dear life.
Try and keep your focus the best you can princess — but now you are in a battle with me and I have bad news for you — there is not even a slight chance that you’re are not going to lose.
I have to control you — I just have to.
I am not sure why or when this motivation came about within me as a man, but it is a central component of who I am now. I am going to take complete ownership of your body, making it mine, and I unfortunately for your willpower, I have spent a lot of time honing the skills needed to do just this.
So I encourage you to fight back against yourself and your own with your sense of control — it’s so much hotter when you think you have a choice in the matter about what is happening to you.
That first orgasm will send a message to your mind somewhat similar to — “oh, this feels so amazing. Oh damn, this really feels good. Thank God he knows what he is doing.”
By the time the second one rolls around, which will surprise you that it came so suddenly — at this point, you will start losing your sense of reality. You will have the thought pattern start to develop where you say to yourself — “Fuck. I am in trouble now. He is just getting started and…oh fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck!”.
Three and four just pull you closer into my dominion, losing your ability to have any real control over any answer other than “Yes”. By the time the fifth orgasm crushes you like a nonstop set of ocean waves never letting up, you are a puppet on a string of mine — and now is when I make you dance for me.
I could stop at this moment and I could ask anything of you, and you and I both know that the answer would be “Yes”. I could pull the plug and make you beg for my return. I could. I could tell you I will return if you just do that one thing — but I won’t, because I am not a sadist.
The beauty of this all is that my heartbeat has hardly elevated. My lungs don’t burn at this moment. I am not even sweating yet. I am still in the early innings, throwing strikes, never tiring — just kicking dirt of my cleats.
I have so much more left in the gas tank and your emergency light started blinking ten minutes ago. I know this and you know it even more than I do, yet here we are, and the thought that I am bringing a lot more to you scares the fuck out you and makes you excited at the same time.
You are done for. Wiped out. Internally your body has wrecked itself from the floods of endorphins that have pressed you to the brink, yet my forearm hasn’t even burned yet. My dick has not even entered you. My hands are not numb from the spankings on your ass.
I am — just getting started.
So Miss Alpha, how’s that big girl attitude working out for you now? What, can’t speak? Can’t say anything?
Just make sure you look into my eyes while I wreck you.