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Playthings adore being teased. Edged into the brink of collapsing, slowly falling deeper and deeper into the inescapable. Words drifting and dancing in my mind as I tumble forward into your oasis of endless bliss. Lost, free, feeling the weight of thought leave me as I surrender
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caught in the happiness of a blank mind and helpless surrender. feel nothing but your spinning realities blend and melt into puddy as you’re molded into obedient perfection.
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my submission is soft yet precise; an adept hand, sharp mind, and trust in your fullest command.
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you’re a fun plaything, a toy who won’t stop staring, who can’t help but twist themselves deeper into the fire and crave an endless burn. All good boys submit. All good boys obey.
