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I want you to slowly break down the connection between having an orgasm from self-control.
Your sense of composure and freedom is rooted in the idea that you are in control of your own body's natural impulses. The concept of free-will depends on ability to overrule the signals your body sends to your brain.
I want to remove that barrier for you.
You deserve the best orgasms. I want you to have the best orgasms. I want your orgasms to be compelling, explosive, and "oh my god" experiences each time. I want your climaxes to make you feel helpless, powerless, and a panting mess. I want you to feel a little more broken each time you cum for me.
The training rule is simple. I tie you down with one of your favorite toys inside of your cute little pussy until you accept that, in your new role, I have more control of your body than you do. I frequently make you fuck yourself while I sit across watching just to make you feel the asymmetry of our power dynamic. And sometimes I keep you handcuffed during this process.
Cumming and submission are becoming fussed together in your mind. It gets harder and harder to remember what self-control must have felt like for you before. The notion that you are in control of your own orgasm fades away in the distant hallow of your moans.
It becomes easier for you to just let your body work contrary to you. You're just tapping into your own biology. You know that once I command you, any ideas in your head of self-control and equality will just cease to get in the way of your true purpose. All I'm doing is taking you closer to a more natural state of your being that you truly identify yourself with: feminine and submissive.
You break down the connection between having an orgasm from self-control a little more each time your insides contract.
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I know you have been a good girl. And deep down you are wishing and dreaming daddy may allow you to cum.
I know you're close again, but it's not time yet. No, you have a few more edges before the need to cum takes over completely. Until then, focus on your sensitive clit being pleasured just the way you like. Back and forth, sending little jolts of energy from your clit up your spine to all over your body. I want you to keep your legs spread for me, your eyes on that slick wet mess and your mouth open.
Moan.
And as my thick dark cock slides deep inside you after the last edge, I want you to feel the acceptance sinking into your exhausted body and broken mind.
Nothing is left after the first few but animal reflex and barely coherent words fading away in your moans. Need. Desire. Please. God.
And now, even they feel like broken down. Just mindless rolling of the hips and senseless moans ripped to the surface....
That's it, slut. Cock goes in. Mind goes out. All your thoughts and dreams. Even your lust and need. Leaking out of your slick, slippery, and dripping tight little pussy. This is what lurks beyond desire. Beyond desperation. This is what you were born to be. To give pleasure to yourself and to daddy.
Remember.
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