And so you give in. Just a little bit.
It's nothing big, that'd be scary. It's only something small. It's only ever something small.
That's easy.
Something you have to say or do, or even something you have to think. But only a small thing, only an easy thing. You can do easy. It's just one thing.
Only, it isn't just one thing. Not anymore.
Now you have rules, you realise. When did that happen?
Started out you just had to tell him when you came. A little embarrassing, a little exciting. Then he made you ask to cum. That felt good. And so it didn't seem too crazy to just let him be the one to decide when you came. If you came.
And now that's the rule. He decides.
That's his choice now.
And that's how it became the rule that he decides when you touch at all. That's not your choice anymore either, you gave it up. Gave it to him. That didn't creep up on you, you let it happen. You made it happen.
You wanted to do it.
Did you want to do all of this? From the start?
He says you did, and since he decides what you think now then it must be true. Whatever thought you had before pops out of your head and the thought he wants pops in instead. Pop. His choice. Not yours.
That's easy.
That's better.
It isn't really rules now. Not really. Rules are like choices you have to follow and you don't have choices anymore. You just have how you are. You're how he wants. They aren't rules if you can't even think about breaking them and he doesn't let you think about breaking them. A person might have rules, but you're his property, not a person, so you don't have rules.
You just have what you are. What he wants you to be.
It's what you are.
And you love it. He tells you you do, and so you do.
You're so happy.
And all you had to do was give in.
Just a little bit.
