You are my good boy, and it's time to let go. You are my very good boy, and there's nothing to think about. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to fear, because you MY GOOD BOY, and that's all you need to be. Your mind focuses on my sweet, soft, lulling whispers. Your eyes drift to my hard nipples poking through my top, teasingly revealed, my swirling hips and smiling face. Your brain zooms in until it's only you and me. Everything else fades away. YOU are MY good boy. You are such a good boy for me, and that's all that matters. Breathe in and out, my good boy. Start stroking, my good boy. Come closer, and stare deep into my eyes. Can you feel them penetrate you? My gaze, my voice, my body taking you over. Making you into such a good boy, a good boy with each and every stroke.  It's so easy to be my good boy. You stare at me. You let go. You stroke and edge and stroke. You give in. You yield, becoming my good boy, pulled deeper and deeper and deeper still...