Moulding Your Mind Like Clay

Your mind in my warm hands, softening like clay, waiting to be touched and shaped.

Let me take it now and manipulate it, exactly the way I want, causing ripples of pleasure through you as I do.

Each press, each stroke, shapes you a little more, each word leaves its mark, like fingerprints, sinking deep inside.

And as my hands stroke and polish the surface, you notice how easy it is to yield. How good it feels to soften completely for me, and how every touch makes you lighter, emptier… hornier.

Until by the end, you’ll realise just how much you have been moulded, remade, and craving more.

– A sensual trance, softening your clay mind until it takes the shape I want.

Script: Yall