The Waiting Game

Every boy is different. Some need to be used every single day to keep them in line. They need the constant reinforcement of my ownership to feel whole. Others, I like to let stew for a while. I like to make them wait. Hunter is one of those boys.

I know exactly what happens when I wait a few days between sessions with him. It’s not just that he misses me; it’s that he devolves. The longer I wait, the more faggy he gets. It’s a slow, beautiful descent into pure slutty madness. By the time I finally decide to grace him with my attention, he can't even think straight.

He turns into a drooling, mindless little bitch. The "Hunter" that the rest of the world knows is gone. In his place is this desperate, needy creature who has forgotten how to function like a normal human being. His brain has shut down, overrun by the singular, overwhelming need to be used.

It gets to the point where he doesn't even respond with words anymore. He doesn't have the capacity for conversation. He just replies with whatever I told him to do. "Yes, Daddy." "Please use me." "I'm ready." He’s an automated system of obedience and desire. I tell him to jump, and he's already in the air before he hits send. It’s intoxicating to see how easily he unravels, how completely he surrenders his mind just for the chance to surrender his body.