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Tattoo is the art, body is the canvas.

You were supposed to be working on losing control. On being a good fuck doll who doesn't touch yourself every time you get the slightest ache between your legs.

And yet here you are. Fingers circling your clit in that same mindless little pattern. The one that shows me you're not even trying to make it last. You're just chasing the feeling because you can't sit still for more than five minutes without your hand drifting down.

I'm disappointed in you.

Not surprised. Let's be clear about that. I knew you'd fail. You always fail. But I had hoped, maybe foolishly, that you'd at least try to prove me wrong for once.

You didn't though. You're rubbing right now. Scrolling with one hand, touching with the other, probably not even absorbing anything I'm saying because your eyes keep glazing over every time you hit a good spot. You're just using my words as background noise while you get yourself off.

You know I want better from you. Doesn't that feel bad? Having the chance to be good, to be disciplined, to show me you're more than just a mindless rubbing addict, and then just giving in, again and again.

Don't Stop.

Right now. Prove that you don't have even a shred of self-control left. Show me that my opinion matters. That you're capable of choosing obedience over your greedy, leaking cunt.

Don't Stop.

...

I can't believe you.

Are you actually going faster now? You literally read the word "don't stop" and your fingers sped up. Something in you is so obviously broken that even this, me telling you what a failure you are, makes you wetter.

Fine. Keep going, I guess. You clearly can't help yourself. We might as well end things where we always do. With you reading and rubbing and reading and rubbing until you finally cum to me telling you what a desperate, disappointing little slut you are.