Self-pleasure Practices

He couldn’t own her, she was just a sneaky, conniving bitch. He covered every inch of her except for her nose, allowing her to breath, but knowing she wouldn’t feel anything else. 6 hours of music, laced with his own sister’s voice telling her that she was his, that she lusted for him, and his happiness was the most important. You’ll give up your life for me if I want it, won’t you?”
Staring into her eyes, he felt her try and say something around his cock, feeling only the vibration, but knowing from her devoted stare, that she had told him yes. Crumbling any semblance of personality that she had left, and would leave her as his perfect slave once he freed her from her new cocoon. Now he wasn’t so sure. “Say you’re my slave.”
“I-I’m you’re slave.”
“No, I want you to say, ‘I’m Jason’s Slave.’”
“I’m J-Jason’s Slave.”
“Now say how you need my cock”
“I can’t live without Jason’s cock..”
Apparently having caught on that I wanted her