You’re not jerking off.

You’re mounting.

This is obedience in its purest, dumbest form—hypnotic and primal.

You’ll drop into puppyspace, bite down on your chew toy, and rut against your pillow like it’s begging for your cum.

My voice takes away your words.

My bell makes your hips move without thinking.

By the end, you’ll be panting, dripping, and breeding your pillow like a good, heat-dazed mutt.

And when you cum?

You'll know your place.

Now fuck it.