Instinctual responses are the hottest thing ever, because that nervous reaction can completely bypass any higher thinking power in your brain.
For example, the way your body tenses as I run a finger along the small of your back.
Or, how your eyes just fall shut as my hand snaps in your face.
You could picture how your breath shudders as I lean in against your ear and gently tease you on being so adorably susceptible.
It would feel so good for your body to go limp as I push you down onto your bed.
Picture how your eyes flutter and your pupils dilate as I snap you you back awake again.
Then let the sigh of your exhalation be your only awareness as I snap you deeper into trance.
The way you twitch as I gently start caressing that pleasurable spot in between your legs is so cute.
Let your moans of pleasure be cut off as I kiss you deeply on the lips, my tongue probing the interior of your cute little mouth.
Your body starts struggling for breath when it realizes this kiss isn’t ending anything soon.
It’s fun for me to pull back and watch as you desperately gasp for air and your eyes roll back from all of the pleasure and stimulation from my hand.
Just keeping you on the edge and watching all pretenses of resistance fade away with each second of blissful pleasure.
Observing the way your entire body strains as I whisper in your ear that you aren’t allowed to orgasm until I give you permission.
Keeping you in this helplessly edged state of pure bliss until you’re a desperate, moaning mess.
Then, and only then, slowly building up the pleasure to a level you can’t withstand for long.
Your legs are shivering, your breath is ragged, and your tear-stained face is begging me to end your torment.
You can just orgasm. Be good for me and feel that pleasure explode into every pore of your body as you buck and scream and pant and orgasm for me. Just. Like. That. Cumming your brains out as I keep on stimulating you without pause.
Be good and keep on cumming. The pleasure hasn’t stopped so neither will the orgasm. That glow might be fading now but that doesn’t matter because you will keep having that orgasm for me. You can scream, frantically try to escape my grasp, curl up in a ball, nothing you do matters because the pleasure doesn’t stop as you orgasm a second time. For me. Red hot pleasure assaults your senses as you cum just like that because you’re such a very good subject.
Letting your body sink into the afterglow and watching how your body collapses into a submissive pile of mush from the mental overload
Such a very good subject deserves to be cuddled and caressed comfortably in bed until they come back to their senses.
And you can picture feeling safe and warm here in bed until your higher thoughts return
Good subject.




















