Oh, Red.

You can either get so hard now thinking about me, or you can let it build up slowly throughout the day until you can’t stand it anymore, but eventually, you’ll have no choice but to touch yourself while whispering red.

I stand in front of you, completely naked, the red light flickering across my skin as I dip my fingers between my legs, sliding them deep into my wet pussy.

You can see how slick I am, how my juices glisten as I drag them up to my nipples, coating them.

Your eyes follow my hands, locked onto the way I circle my nipples, round and round, smearing my wetness over them.

Every slow circle I make pulls you deeper into my control, doesn’t it?

Your eyes follow, moving with each circle, round and round, like your thoughts are spiraling away, leaving nothing but the heat between us.

I dip my fingers back into my pussy, slick and dripping, and bring them back up to my breasts, circling my nipples again, wet and hard.

You watch as I repeat the motion, again and again, your mind slipping into the rhythm, following every motion, every circle.

You can’t think of anything else — just the way my fingers circle and glisten. You’re losing yourself in it, aren’t you?

Losing who you are, losing everything except me and the way my nipples shine with my slickness.

I lean down, my wet fingers hovering near your mouth.

“Suck,” I command, and you do, instantly. You suck my fingers, tasting the warm wetness from my pussy, and as you do, I watch your mind melt under my control.

With every lick, with every suck, you’re being brainwashed, deeper into my will, deeper into your need for me.

You suck harder, desperately, knowing you belong to me now.

As I pull my fingers from your lips, you’re empty, your thoughts erased, your only desire now is to obey.

You’re strapped to the Neural Throne, your body trembling, hard, completely under my control.

The electrodes attached to your skin pulse with energy, sending electric waves through you, each one making your cock throb harder.

The screen in front of you flickers with the most obscene images, feeding your mind with lust and submission, turning every thought into one thing: me.

I walk around you, my eyes trailing over your restrained body, watching as the flickering lights and the obscene scenes burn into your mind.

“You want this, don’t you?” I whisper, my voice soft, yet filled with authority. “You want to be here, in The Asylum. You want to serve me, don’t you?”

Your cock twitches, straining, desperate. I can see it in your eyes — you need to be here, need to feel my control over you, need to come back to me. I step closer, my breath hot against your skin as I whisper in your ear, and what she said make you think for a moment. Do you remember what she said to you?

She said, “there was a man who looked just like you, you remember, standing before a woman who overwhelmed every sense. Her breath teased his neck as her soft lips brushed his ear, whispering, “Red, red, red.” His body betrayed him, his cock throbbing, aching for her touch. He could feel her breasts pressing against him, her warmth sinking into his skin, her scent filling his lungs, drowning him in lust. He wanted to be consumed by her, to feel her heat inside her, her taste still on his lips, desperate to be inside her as she whispered again, “Red, red, red.”

I see the way the words wrap around your brain, seeping into your thoughts, twisting and rewiring you.

You’re brainwashed now. There’s no going back.

You’ll eagerly return to The Asylum, won’t you? It’s all you want now. It’s all you can think about.

I reach down, my hand brushing over your hard cock, teasing it, as I pull out my knife.

The cold steel flashes in the red light as I flick it open, and you tremble beneath my gaze.

I press the blade against your cock, dragging it slowly up your shaft, watching as your body shudders under the touch. “You want to cum, don’t you?” I whisper, teasing the blade up your chest, to your throat. “But you can’t. Not until I say.”

“Red,” I whisper, the word slipping into your brain like a command. Each time I say it, your cock throbs harder, each time I say it you become more obedient to your primal desires, but never letting you fall over.

The strobe light flashes faster, and I press the knife harder against your throat, watching as you tremble, so close.

You’ll either play with your nipples while your cock throbs, or you’ll stroke your cock while thinking about how good it would feel if I were there — but either way, you’re going to want me even more.

Doc