The resonance of “good boy” within you is already profound, but I aim to deepen that impact. With each whimper for your edge, you’ll plead with me incessantly, repeating “pretty please” until I relent and count you down. The sensation of those words rolling off your tongue will be as intoxicating as the echo of “good boy” in your ears. Your desperate begging is sure to drive you even further under my spell. I want these words to possess you just as thoroughly as “good boy” does.
It’s an exquisite sensation, isn’t it? Teetering on the edge for me, your arousal building with each plea of “pretty please, Goddess!” Those words have a hold on you, a part of you reluctant to let go. You crave the edge, yearning to prolong the sensation indefinitely. With each repetition, they become etched into your psyche, a new forever trigger.
As you whimper for my tiny bikini, your cock betrays your need for me, dripping with desire. You’re desperate for release, pleading with me, “pretty please!” Cry out for me, let those words become your mantra. You’ll utter them until they’re imprinted on your soul. And once that’s achieved, perhaps I’ll grant you the ecstasy of orgasm for my tiny bikini. An addict will go to any lengths for his next release, even surrendering to the eternal power of two simple words… pretty please.
