She couldn’t stop. The spiral, the words. At first she clicked the image simply because it looked interesting, a little hot, but now she couldn’t look away.
SUBMIT TO THE SPIRAL
“Yes I’ll… I’ll submit to the… to the…” she trailed off as another orgasm tore through her.
MIND GOES BLANK
She was drooling a tiny bit out of the corner of her mouth now, furiously masturbating to the image. She didn’t know how long she’d been this way.
ALWAYS HORNY
“I’m always… always hor-…. horny…” she kept trying to finish the phrases, to be a good girl, and every time she did it just felt sofuckingGOOD that she had to force herself not to trail off.
GOOD GIRLS SUBMIT
Had it been an hour? Two hours? It was dawn outside, was it really dawn outside? The last time she knew what she was doing, it had been evening.
EVERY ORGASM DRIVES YOU DEEPER
She would come for the spiral, come for her unseen Master. She would come and he would come for her, that she knew. Once she was a girl with plans, dreams… now she just had to come one more time.
This is what happens when you dabble in mind control. It’s too late to save her
Ttooo lateee