At first, it was just a noise.
A little click He made when i blushed or squirmed.
i thought it was just Him being playful.
But it started showing up at the worst times.
He’d click and i'd be dripping through my panties. i spread my legs without thinking.
i whimpered mid-sentence because my clit hurt from how needy i’d gotten.
And every time, it made me wetter.
Every. single. time.
i didn’t even notice what was happening.
i thought i was just being a slut.
Didn’t realize He was rewarding it. Reinforcing it. Training me.
Until the day He clicked, and my body snapped.
Like a toy.
i dropped to all fours, drooling, hips up, hole twitching —
no thought, no hesitation, just desperation.
i didn’t think. i couldn’t.
My brain was fogged, dripping out between my legs, and all i could hear was:
click. click. good girl. click.
Now i cum when He clicks.
i thank him for it or even beg him to please click.
i'm a conditioned little thing now.
His needy, broken little thing.