Hypnofeed

• You remember our daily conditioning ritual, sweetie. I sit you down like I always do and pour your favorite tea and let you watch your favorite spiral while I gingerly dance my fingertips over my breasts and make them bounce for you. 
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  triggered to drop, desperate to rub,
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  your arousal rises in sun soaked need simply lost in fixation feeling luscious and complete.
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  I become that of which you desire in boastful serenades beckoning my attention to gleam and glaze and glide, poised in freefall, foggy and helpless, tipping further into submission
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  you want to be hypnotized.