Programmed to please

Elijah doesn’t stand a chance when I’m in his head. The second my name lights up his screen, his body reacts — leaking through his briefs, aching, already on edge. He can’t hide it. He doesn’t even try anymore. He knows exactly what I’m doing to him, and he craves more.

I wind him up all day — a message here, a voice note there — keeping him needy, distracted, barely functioning. By the time he stumbles through the door, he’s not thinking, just obeying. Clothes hit the floor, hands shaking, pupils blown wide.

All that’s left is obedience. Naked, flushed, hard — he kneels, eyes glazed over with hunger, begging to be used. Begging to be Daddy’s perfect little toy.