You have a number in your head. A "limit." How cute.
I've watched a dozen boys draw that same line and call it discipline. Every one of them crossed it for me anyway… and pretended to be surprised when it happened. You won't be any different.
In this findom therapy session, keep your eyes on my feet while I take that little ceiling apart piece by piece. It was never really yours. It's just fear wearing a brave name.
Stroke your hesitation away, one desperate pull at a time, and watch yourself send helplessly the moment it's gone… exactly like I already knew you would.
Send your tribute to begin. Watch how fast "my limit" turns into "not enough" the second my soles are in front of you. I already know how this ends. You will too, before the end of this clip.
Stop pretending you won't send more. Stroke. Send.
