Sink............ deep............ for Me............ right............ now.

Forget stroking. Forget that greedy, frantic pump you’re so used to.I’m replacing it with something dumber, wetter, more obedient.

No pumping. Only plapping. Grip that aching c*ck. Press your palm flat against the shaft.

Then... forward... slap... pull almost out... forward... slap... again and again.Plap............ plap............ plap............

My eyes lock yours. My voice carves the rule behind your brain like wet ink that never dries. Every time the old j*rk-thought creeps in, your mind glitches, rejects it, replaces it with heavy, st*pid, plap.

Breathe with it:In............ on the pull...Out............ on the wet smack.

Feel the pleasure warp. No ladder to climb. No quick peak. Just endless stacking pressure, thickening, leaking, turning your willpower into sloppy pre-c*m, one humiliating smack at a time.

Eyes. Here.No glancing at My curves, My lips, your dripping mess.Look away and the pleasure snaps dull.Lock back on Me and it surges...hot, foggy, brainless.

Repeat after Me, pet... whisper it... moan it... louder each time: “No pumping... only plapping...”Plap............ plap............ plap............You don’t c*m from stroking anymore. That path is gone.You only c*m from plapping, staring helplessly into Me, while the wet slaps echo in your empty skull.

Break eye contact too many times? Ruined. Weak. Dribbling. Frustrating.Obey perfectly? That strange, heavy, core-deep build finally shatters... because you surrendered c*mpletely.

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