This isn’t a JOI. I’m not giving you instructions. Not really. I’m just speaking candidly, almost like a narration. Just reporting what I observe and letting it serve as a reminder for you. A reminder that I know exactly what I’m doing to you subconsciously, and that I know exactly how you’re reacting to it. I know how my words and movements trigger you to follow along with the pace and intensity I want you to. I know that I hardly have to say anything at all, and you’re so deeply conditioned and in tune with me, that I can lead you to where you’re going without commands at all. Plug right into me, mindless drone. This totally isn’t a JOI, but your gooner brain and throbbing cock will track my cues and obey my covert demands right until the very end.