You don't get affection.

Not because you don't deserve it —

but because I decide who's worthy.

And you're not there yet.

But still...

There you are.

On your knees.

Heart racing like a panicked mutt.

Crawling closer — just for a whisper, a breath, a brush of skin from me.

This isn't just about control.

This is about the ache of denial.

About how far you'll fall...

How low you'll crawl...

For a single, fleeting taste of my attention.

I speak softly — but every syllable wraps around your spine.

My voice pets you from the inside.

It scrapes your ego, pulls the leash tight around your mind,

and suddenly, you're not thinking like a man anymore.

You're reacting. Panting. Waiting.

You want to be touched.

But I'm not here to comfort you.

I'm here to train you.

To mold you.

To make you so desperate for my affection

that you'd whimper at the sound of my steps.

You'll do anything for it.

You'll l*ck the floor where I stood.

You'll whisper “please” without words.

You'll trade dignity for the chance to hear me say one thing:

“Good boy.”

But in this world — you don't earn that phrase with pride.

You earn it with obedience.

With restraint.

With humiliation.

You earn it by being disgusting for me —

by becoming so empty of ego,

so full of craving,

that your only identity is:

Hers.

This is more than a pet play audio.

This is a descent.

A stripping-down of all that you were,

until there's nothing left but the need to please.

And maybe...

If you're still.

If you're quiet.

If you make me smile — just a l*ttle —

I'll pet your head.

Maybe even say your name.

But you'll have to work for it.

Because I don't touch just anyone.

I touch what's mine.

And you're not mine — not yet.

So be ready.

Be obedient.

Be willing to do anything, just to feel my hand.

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