The word good boy echos through your mind, taking control of the last braincell holding on. You are my good boy, to stroke as I instruct, to do all the little tasks I demand, to even leave your wife if I demand. But for now, give into lust. Be my good boy and stroke on my demand, stop as I demand, repeat my words so they melt into your lust-controlled brain. I know in life this is what you need most, to be my good boy. So as we get closer to you having the release you need, you also agree to release your wife. Nothing but me now. To stroke for and worship. Melt into my voice, my eyes, my bo... Show more