"I'm blowing a little pleasure into your brain," Caryn murmured, her warm breath tickling Dylan's ear and making her hypnotic imagery that tiny bit more vivid in his imagination. "Just a little at first, just enough to give you that tiny rush of addictive bliss that makes you crave the next dose all the more because you know how good it feels to let me into your head and let yourself grow more and more euphoric under my control. Feel that soft, mesmerizing ecstasy billow into your mind and drift in and out of your thoughts, sweetie. Doesn't it feel good?" Dylan gave a tiny, absent-minded nod as he focused on the sensations his lover was evoking and went deeper. His eyes were already closed, and he pictured every word coming out of Caryn's mouth in a rush of thick pink fog.
"That's right, good boy," she whispered, her fingers gently caressing the pebbly surface of his stiff nipples in time with her words. Every touch made his cock twitch a little bit more, slowly rising off his pale pink belly in greater and greater heights of arousal, but he didn't reach down to stroke it. His body felt too heavy for that, movement seeming far too much like work when all he needed to do was lie back and listen and all the pleasure he desired would simply float straight into his receptive brain. "There's a little more, now, and a little more beyond that, and now you're beginning to feel those first tingles of lovely sensual heat for me. There's always room for more, isn't there?"
Dylan felt his head bobbing up and down in another nod, a sleepy smile beginning to spread across his bearded face as the suggestions he'd become so blissfully accustomed to accepting made the pink fog that flowed into his head feel enticingly real. "Good boy!" Caryn cooed enthusiastically, seeing the smile and knowing exactly what effect her words were having on him. "Feel it pouring in, feel it intensifying those lovely sensations of deep and potent arousal for me, and if that pretty mind begins to feel a little bit full, well... my sweet little pet knows just what to do. Just open that mouth, let out a deep sigh, and exhale a few of those boring thoughts for me. You can do it, can't you?"
Dylan let his lips part, his lungs filling with air for a moment before he expelled it all out in a whoosh and felt his mind go out with it. It always felt like he was creating a vacuum in the emptiness of his head every time he exhaled like that, as though he pushed out a few too many thoughts and made just enough space to allow Caryn's pleasure to rush into his vacant brain to fill the void. It always felt so good to empty himself out for her, and within only a few breaths he was smiling wider than ever as the euphoria took hold.
"That's my silly boy," Caryn purred, resting her leg possessively over his so that her hip just barely, barely brushed against his twitching shaft. "It's so nice and easy to let that intelligence, let that seriousness go, and allow your head to fill up with my euphoria instead. Doesn't it feel so good to have your brain full of pleasure now? Don't you want to let out another deep breath, give up a few more thoughts, just so you can let in more of that soft and fuzzy bliss instead?" Dylan nodded. He could see pink smoke billowing behind his closed eyes now, lighting up every synapse and nerve with ecstasy until he was positively floating in it.
He let out another breath, tension and stress going out along with thought and will and intellect, and his cock pulsed so hard he could feel the tip of it dancing gentle circles in the air as it throbbed with stronger and stronger arousal. Dylan was fully erect now, but he still felt no particular urge to stroke; Caryn's voice was teasing him far more effectively than hands or fingers ever could, and all he wanted to do was breathe out his will and breathe in her pleasure and grin ever more widely in stupefied bliss.
And she could see from his helpless smile exactly what she was doing to him with her words. "There we go," she husked out, arousal giving her voice a sultry quality that made Dylan even more turned on to hear. "All that pleasure is pushing out those boring smarts and leaving behind a happy, silly, giggly good boy who only wants to feel better and better for Mistress, isn't that right?" Dylan's head bobbed up and down again on the pillow, feeling lighter and lighter as his sensitized body drifted deeper and deeper into sexual heat. He could literally, physically feel how hard it was getting to think now, as each individual notion got more and more easily lost in the pink fog and came to nothing.
