You don’t get to breathe unless I say so. You don’t get to think unless I allow it .And you definitely don’t get to cum. Not now. Not ever. Not without my permission , I’m never giving it. So puff…Go ahead, puff that weak little nose. Deeper. Faster. Again.
Because I’m counting, and you will obey , every puff, every gasp, every desperate wheeze is mine. One…Puff. Two…Puff. Harder, you useless beta. Like you mean it. Three Faster! I want to hear your lungs burn. I want your brain starving. That’s right , dizzy, weak, mine. You’re not a man. You’re a goon. A puff machine. Just puff… puff… puff…And the sound of my voice drilling into your skull. I own your breath. I own your arousal. I own that twitching cock of yours , and it will never spill without my say-so .Now count with me…Five…Six…Seven…You’re so close to blacking out, aren’t you? So close to breaking. Good. That’s what I want. A shattered mind.
