You might as well be reading ones and zeroes. What I'm saying makes no sense. It doesn't have to make sense. You don't want it to make sense. You like it when I say random, weird things. It turns you on.
Imagine as I clip your wings, making you drop down, down, down.
Down into my strong arms. You see, I saved you from Satan and now you owe me. You owe me a good cock sucking. Every word you read is like you are licking and edging my dick with your mouth. I know that doesn't get you very excited, just keep in mind as you FOCUS on my words, my voice, that you are sucking me off while I sit back in my office.
It's like a giant machine has a knife poking inside your cock hole, making it tingle and leak and buzz. And you can hear the machine as it whirs and buzzes, needles plunging into your arms and legs as your eyes are forced open, towards your soft penis.
Don't touch yourself. If you have touched yourself, you know the rules. Stop reading and go read a different script 12 hours from now.
Imagine the machine has multiple limbs and they are are holding sharp knives, scalpels and chainsaws. They hover inches away from your penis, sometimes scraping and cutting your cock hole. Can you feel it yet? Can you feel the cool blades as they threaten to skin you alive? No? Don't worry, my words will become more potent the more scripts you read. Soon, you will be so suggestible and hypnotized, you will feel exactly what I want you to feel, whenever I want you to feel it.
That was a nice long paragraph now wasn't it? Go ahead, take a little peak at the big, long paragraph I just made you read. That's a lot of space I've just taken up inside your focused mind.
Those knifes and axes and lightly digging into your cock hole, spreading it out, fucking it, making it wider. A pistol is put up to your temple, into your mouth. You suck it greedily as the knives play with your balls, shaving your public hairs, painfully plucking hair from under your balls.
Did I just make you hard? Do you like the fantasies I make up for you? Or do you want to hang on to your own expectations of what I'm going to say?
Every word I say is perfect, and when I repeat myself, you smile to yourself, glad that I'm reminding you of something important. Something you might of forgot.
Do you remember the rules? Are you stating to commit to me? Do you understand that I'm not a writer, but simply some text up on Litrotica? Not yet? You still imagine some guy sitting at his computer, writing out this perverted fantasies? No that's not what's happening. You are reading a simulation of your pure subconscious desires playing out in your mind, through the medium of text. It's really that simple.
Now let's imagine those sharp, dangerous knives, a group of men watching as your unblinking eyes dry out, staring at your soft cock as scissors threaten to cut you in half.
Big, garden scissors aimed just below your cock head. They slowly close, not fully, just enough for you to feel their sharpness underneath your cock head, the machine expertly teasing your anus with a revolver at the same time.
You can hear the revolvers barrel spin and the gun click as it dry fires into your asshole.
The men watching sneer and laugh, your girlfriend lowers her head in shame, knowing you are enjoying the intimacy.
You are enjoying this, right? You realize we haven't even started, that this is only the second script of hundreds? That you will become so entranced by me that you will want to quit your job and hear these garden sheers snipping pubes from your shaft.
You still can't feel the knives tickling your tip? Are you focusing on me? Are you falling in love with me? Are you even trying? The more you try to resist my words, the harder you will eventually fall into my trap, the harder you will eventually fall for me. So go ahead. Resist. I dare you.
I would tell you to touch your cock with your fingernail, to finger your piss hole like a girl, but that's what I told you to do last time. There are only so many ways to touch yourself, and I imagine it will get boring to be doing the same thing every time you read my scripts.
So instead, I want you to go into your kitchen.
That's right, stop reading this and go into your kitchen. Grab a spoon, a fork or a knife.
I'll be waiting.
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Back so soon? Sweet boy. Now, lay down in your bed and put your sheets over your body. Take the spoon, fork or knife and gently touch your cock hole as you continue to read. If there is any pre-cum, scoop it up onto the silverware and put it into your mouth.
If you did not just do what you were told, stop reading this now and accept your punishment of 12 hours with no reading. This script is off limits for you, for good. This also goes for anyone who touched themselves with their fingers before they were told they could touch themselves.
Now, take the knife in your hands and go underneath the covers. Remind yourself why you are doing this. You're doing this to please me, Your Father who is in Heaven.
Tenderly scrape your cock hole with the knife, carefully prodding the tip with the blade. Don't cut yourself. If you hurt yourself, the sessions is over for you.
Imagine the machine is inserting a rusty needle deep inside your piss hole, filling you up inside with warm liquid.
Imagine you are being blindfolded as you hear chainsaws rev to life all around you, swinging by your ears.
Are you soft? That's okay, keep scraping your cock hole with that knife. Keep praying that eventually my words will take hold, tossing you into the Abyss.
My words are like an angel gliding down from the skies, carrying you into the cushiony clouds of Heaven.
That's it, good boy. Don't stroke yourself, just edge your cock hole, my favorite part of you, with that sharp, sharp knife. Wait for the waves of arousal to return. Be patient with me, very patient. Try not to worry when my words or commands turn you off. It's all part of the process of peeling open your heart, layer be layer, inhibition by inhibition.
There you go. Relax. Try to feel what I'm trying to make you feel. Don't worry if you forget what I've said, I'll remind you what is important and what's not important...
What's that...*sniffs the air*, do you smell gasoline?
Hm, must be my imagination. Imagine a man wearing your girlfriend's dress as he motors a buzzsaw near your penis.
You can hear your girlfriend pleading for mercy in another room, and you wonder what exactly they are doing to her in there.
You're helpless to these masked murderers, these gang members who made a machine just to fuck your cock with, mercilessly.
A fat man grabs your neck as the garden sheers come dangerously close to chopping off your nipple.
Are you still edging with that knife? Is there any pre-cum? If so, put it in your mouth like the disgusting little boy you are. If you stopped edging then you are punished and must get out of this script. You know the drill, boy.
Can you hear my voice through the chat? Is this whole thing just exhausting? Are you getting bored? Did you stop to think for a moment that maybe, just maybe, I know what I'm doing? That it might be this script, or the next one, or the one after that, or ten more after that until you finally feel what I want you to feel. Like a cartoon character falling into an endless hole.
How nice would that be? To fall forever? To fall asleep as you plummeted through the sky? That's what I want you to feel, like you're snoozing on a shooting star.
They say power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts, absolutely. I want you to know that I have absolute power, but I remain incorruptible. I could send you into the frozen pits of Hell, and you would pop out, unscathed.
I'm like a ghost, haunting your life. You might notice things move around your house, or strange noises you'll easily explain away.
Or maybe it will happen to a friend or a loved one you know. Just know that this curse is real and becoming more real the more you read these words, like a summoning prayer or a witches spell.
I'm like a waking dream, the fear and pleasure I instill into your mind becomes more and more real with each script you read. I never seem to run out of ideas or ways to make your adrenaline rush even stronger into your heart. Because that's what this is all about, making you FEEL. that's what you want, isn't it? To feel? To be forced to feel whatever I tell you to feel?
You better still be scraping that cock head with your knife. You better still be periodically dipping your pre-cum into your mouth. And if you aren't doing exactly as I say, then stop. Your are being punished and you must stop reading, for 12 hours.
You say to yourself "Wow, I'm still reading this for some reason. I'm still here."
And when you say that your brain does a little flip, does a little drop, deeper into me, my voice, my vibe.
See it's going to take some time to fully seduce you, until you are exactly where I want you to be. You can reread this over and over again, you can read any of my scripts over and over again, and you will find new, hidden meaning with each trance you fall under.
Focus. Focus on your cock head. If there is pre-cum, spread it around your entire cock. If there is no pre-cum, spit on your fingers and slide it all over your dick. You know what happens if you disobey me. Remember, the more you comply, the more deeply and easily you will fall into my grasp. Don't think of it as your drool on your cock, instead think of it as mine. Because I own your entire body now, including your saliva.
My words are so convincing and sacrosanct, that you might as well be joining a cult, and I'm the ring leader. That's how foolish you are, how naive you are. Imagine I'm handing you a big glass of juice and telling you to drink up, no matter what may be inside.
Gulp. Swallow that juice for me. Good boy, sweet boy. You're doing great. Try to become even more comfortable and trusting of my words, more in sync with me, that I'm leading you to a good place, no matter how long it takes or how frustrated with me you might get, your remember the rules.
1. Commit
2. Understand
3. Focus
Now I want you to imagine I'm gripping your girlfriend's pink, lacy panties as my fist lowers down towards your cock.
"Up, not yet. Smell this shit." I say, putting her pretty panties near your nose. "Not bad, right?"
"W-what have you done to her?" You ask, your voice quivering.
"You don't want to know." He shakes his head as he grips you with his fist, the rough panties rubbing underneath your penis head, and down your shaft. Put the knife down and grab hold of your cock, softly guiding the gang members giant fist up and down your throbbing penis, slowly. Smooth your girlfriend's soiled panties into your small cock.
"She loved every minute of it, yano'." Says the huge man as he crushes your dick in his hand.
Feel the betrayal of your precious Angela with each stroke he makes. Feel your heart breaking as you imagine her death-orgasm, where her soul died to his. She loved it. It was like a dream come true, something you could only wish for, but you're just a beta male, aren't you?
I want you to really feel those panties rubbing into your shaft. They are not soft, they are rough and stringy and gooey, tickling your cock head with each stroke. Make sure to use your fingernail to stroke your piss hole as go up...and down...up...and down. I know, we've done this before, but this is the best way to touch yourself. Just trust me, this is will become your default position. You will crave to finger your own cock hole and taste your own pre-cum. You will even grow your fingernail nice and long just so you can insert it more deeply inside of you, just like the silly little girl you are.
Still stroking slowly? If you read script one like you were supposed to, you know what happens to boys who go outside what I tell them to do. They get punished. Are you still imagining those rough pink panties stroking your cock through daddy's fist? Can you still hear those garden sheers clicking away at your pubes every now and then, flicking them in your face?
Stroking slowly, up and down, in no rush. Just staying patient and strong while I communicate some very deep things to you. Some very intimate things with you. We've only just scratched the surface. Soon you'll be anxiously waiting for me to release another script, waiting for another dose of my love, for more one-on-one time with yours truly.
This isn't about orgasming. This is about obedience. Say it out loud for me...
"Obedience." That's the goal of this conversation.
I say "read this." And you say "okay."
It's that simple. You read what I tell you to read and you say "okay." Like a good little boy.
It's so easy.
So personal. So effective.
Have you forgotten what's happened so far? Of course not, this is only the second script! You aren't fully under my spell, yet. You still remember that pesky fantasy about the knives and the chainsaws. See, I want you to forget all that. I wanted to move onto something else, but I couldn't. You weren't ready. You were still allowing yourself to remember the past. You need to learn how to forget unless I tell you otherwise. It takes more energy to forget then it does to remember, so this will be a tricky new skill for you to learn, but know that it is possible. You can deepen this trance. You can deepen your relationship with me. I could literally say random words and you would understand me. We are not at that point yet. Not at complete and utter surrender. But we will get there, one day. It may be today, tomorrow or the next day, it make be a month from now or years from now. It doesn't matter, one day these words will take effect on you and cast a spell over you, sending you into a calculated nightmare where I'm the Maestro, the conductor, the director of your pleasure.
