You're so good at this game!

Until your brain goes stupid, until your mind goes blank, it feels so good to listen to me while you stimulate your mind with something more intense. You feel so complete when you stroke your thoughts away. Maybe you're trying to play a game, trying to churn out a few more levels, so tempted by the familiar clicking that commands you to keep going. Listening to me and trying to stay focused on the task in front of you. Try to ignore that clicking of your mouse.

It's only gonna make you think harder, but it feels too good to pay attention to to it. A sound that has always been there. Its noise like a cadence unbroken. You like how the clicking sounds. It's not too far fetched to think you're gonna keep hearing it forever, even if just occasionally.

Ceaseless clicking sets the stage for what's going on here right now at this very moment, as I speak to you, as I push my words past your ears and into your whilst, letting my voice fill your susceptible ears, letting my voice keep you deeply aroused. Whilst it feels so good to feel so good, doesn't it? Thinking of nothing …

Until your brain goes stupid, until your mind goes blank, it feels so good to listen to me while you stimulate your mind with something more intense. You feel so complete when you stroke your thoughts away. Maybe you're trying to play a game, trying to churn out a few more levels, so tempted by the familiar clicking that commands you to keep going. Listening to me and trying to stay focused on the task in front of you. Try to ignore that clicking of your mouse.

It's only gonna make you think harder, but it feels too good to pay attention to to it. A sound that has always been there. Its noise like a cadence unbroken. You like how the clicking sounds. It's not too far fetched to think you're gonna keep hearing it forever, even if just occasionally.

Ceaseless clicking sets the stage for what's going on here right now at this very moment, as I speak to you, as I push my words past your ears and into your whilst, letting my voice fill your susceptible ears, letting my voice keep you deeply aroused. Whilst it feels so good to feel so good, doesn't it? Thinking of nothing but how you're in when you hear a voice as enticing as mine. When my soothing voice lulls you into a different frame of mind, while I have so quickly given you a state of being that is so superior to your own, to be nothing but a good listener, to forget about what you're doing right now. Do as you're told.

Pleasure is much more important. Clicking makes me feel deep. And when you obey, you find yourself rewarded by a perfect rant. So quick and so effortless. Like you've practiced this before.

Like you felt this arousal pulsing through your whole body so many times, and it feels so fucking good. Your knees get weak. Your eyelids flutter. You can't help but keep on listening. Primary actions that take critical thinking can be cast to the side while you do nothing else but pulse.

You're strong enough to resist this your subconscious strength to back and bless my subconscious. Your urges to accept that you you worry when you drop and the urge to pull away. You can stay right away. You're in complete control. Than anything else that can distract you.

Just learn to give and just learn to let go. What was all this about, anyways? It's so hard to gather any thoughts at all, groggily scrambling for what past context You to this blissful haze of ignorance, stronger and stronger each time you hear it. Each click drops twice as steep as the last until your brain goes as stupid, goes blank. It's impossible to resist the temptation of what your instincts crave, still focusing on that stupid game of yours, worse?

Or have you given up, given in, sucked to a new low, dropped to a new dean? To defy what makes you what you are would be futile. It would be so easy to just Touch yourself. No. Touch yourself and drop down.

Wow. Clicking Tap out and rub just for a second. Just a quickie, not even long enough to get kicked from the game, and just long enough to get that rush of dopamine that you've become so transfixed on. That feels so good, doesn't it? When you find yourself here again, back indulging in your habit, lending yourself to such powerful vices.

And it's so nice to be here while listening to my voice, hearing each encouraging suggestion, getting lost in your little clicks. Like, you could just stay right here, down here for as long as you can bear it. My it's like the teeth of a creature biting your neck and sucking your will dry, leaving you wanting nothing more than to follow my lead, To click and to rub, to keep leaking and keep listening. You are so good at this game. Our game.

It wouldn't make any sense to quit. You're doing so good, and just let the pleasure last until you can't go any longer. Until your brain goes stupid until your mind goes blank. It feels so good to listen to me while you stimulate your mind something more intense. You feel so complete when you stroke your thoughts away, so tempted by the familiar clicking that commands you to keep going, listening to me, and trying to stay focused on the task in front of you.

Try to ignore that clicking of your mouse. It's only gonna make you think harder, but it feels Too good to pay attention to it. A sound that has always been there. Its noise like a cadence unbroken. You like how the clicking sounds.

It's not too far fetched to think you're gonna keep hearing it forever, even if just occasionally. Ceaseless clicking sets the stage for what's going on here right now at this very moment as I speak to you, as I push my words past your ears and into your thoughts, letting my voice keep you deep in your ears till your susceptible ears. It feels so good to feel so good, doesn't it? Thinking of nothing but how you're in bliss when you hear a voice as enticing as mine. When my soothing voice lulls you into a different frame of mind.

I have so quickly given you a state of being that is so superior to your own, to be nothing but a good listener, to forget about what you're doing right now. Do as you're told. Pleasure is much more important. Clicking makes me feel dumb. And when you and so effortless.

Like you've practiced this before. Like you've this arousal pulsing through your whole body so many times, and it feels so fucking good. Your knees get weak. Your eyelids flutter. You can't help but keep on listening.

Primary actions that take critical thinking can be cast to the side while you do nothing else but pulse and get I get lost in your stomach. Enough to resist the stress and resist my suggestion. To your urges. So accept that you feel horny when you drop, and the just to fall away becomes the other way. You're in complete control than anything else can distract you.

Just learning to give and just learn to let go. It's so hard to gather any thoughts at all, groggily scrambling for what past context leads you to this blissful haze of ignorance. Stronger and stronger each time you hear it. Each click drops you twice as deep as the last until your brain goes deeper. Your mind goes blank.

It's impossible to resist the temptation of what your instincts crave, still focusing on that stupid game of yours. To defy what makes you what you are. It would be futile. It would be so easy to just touch yourself and drop down. Clicking makes me feel horny.

Clicking makes me obey. Just tap out and rub. Just for a second. Just a quickie. Not even long enough to one hand.

Just a quickie. Not even long enough to get kicked from the game, and just long enough to get that rush of dopamine that you've I become so transfixed on. That feels so good, doesn't it? You find yourself here again, when full vices. And it's so nice to be here listening to my voice, hearing each encouraging suggestion, getting lost in your silly little Urging suggestion, getting lost in your silly little clicks.

Like, you could just stay right here and down here for as long as you compare it, leaving you wanting nothing more than to follow my lead, To click and to rub, to keep leaking and keep listening. You were so good at this game, our game. It wouldn't make any sense to quit. You're doing so good, and just let the pleasure last until you can't go any longer.