The harder you get...
Look at me.
Yes, you. Right now. Don’t look away.
You see me walking toward you under these ancient arches, don’t you ?
The cream cable-knit sweater hugging my chest, the crisp striped shirt peeking out underneath, the perfectly tailored off-white trousers, the brown leather loafers clicking softly against the stone with every step. Books held casually under my arm.
Calm. Confident. In complete control.
You can’t stop staring.
That’s good. Keep your eyes on me. Let your breathing slow down… just a little.
Deeper. Slower. Good.
Feel how your shoulders are already starting to relax.
Feel how your mind is becoming quieter, more focused. The more you watch me, the more you feel that gentle pull. That warm, heavy feeling spreading through your body. Especially between your legs.
You’re getting hard, aren’t you ?
It’s okay. You don’t need to fight it. In fact, the harder you get, the better you listen.
The harder you get, the better you listen.
Listen boy, and repeat, the harder you get, the better you obey.
And now the harder you get, the deeper you sink.
Look at my sweater. Feel how the thick cable knit would feel against your skin right now. Heavy. Soft. Warm. Imagine it pressing against your nipples every time you breathe.
The harder you get, the better you submit.
Imagine the way it would make them stiffen slowly, helplessly.
Now look lower. Yeah look lower dude.
Look at how perfectly my trousers sit on my hips.
How the fabric stretches just slightly over my thighs with each step.
Imagine wearing them. Imagine how tightly they would hug your cock.
How the seam would rub against you with every movement, keeping you constantly half-hard, constantly aware.
You’re leaking already, aren’t you ? Good boy.
The harder you get, the better GOOD BOY you are.
Keep staring. Let my voice sink deeper into your mind.
Every word I say becomes heavier.
Every word makes you more obedient.
You want to be dressed like this, don’t you ?
You want to feel the crisp shirt tucked tightly into your waistband. You want the belt buckled just right, holding everything in place. You want the loafers on your feet, the socks pulled up neatly. You want to look exactly like me calm, polished, and completely owned by your clothes.
You want to walk this same path every day, knowing that underneath it all, your cock is throbbing because the uniform controls you.
You want to obey.
You want to submit.
You want to be pretty for someone who knows exactly how to dress you.
Breathe deeper now. Feel your mind softening. Feel your resistance melting away with every step I take toward you.
You’re not just looking at me anymore.
You’re imagining yourself becoming me.
You’re imagining me choosing your clothes tomorrow morning.
Choosing your shirt. Choosing your tie. Choosing how tight everything should be. You’re imagining me standing behind you, adjusting your collar, tightening your belt, whispering in your ear;
“Focus…”And you answer, quietly, helplessly; “…and obey.”That’s it.
You’re already sinking.You’re already mine.
Keep watching me walk.
Don’t look away.
The deeper you stare, the harder you get.
The harder you get, the more you obey.
And the more you obey… the more you want to be dressed like this forever.
Good boy.
I’m getting closer now.
Are you ready to begin ?
