My Sweet Enby
You will feel so good, so peaceful and relaxed; my hands in little tingly shoots of pleasure running all over your body and up into your head.
Three loops for my sweet listeners, deserving of reward, and in each I'll treat you the way you need this the most, through carefully chosen praise to help you feel safe, secure, and so very wonderfully seen. Until those other thoughts which I weave, of a happier, hornier, and hazier kind, cover and cloud over your willing mind.
Good Boy. Sweet Boy. You are doing so good. There's no need to resist. Just relax. Let my words take over, and fully experience all the tingles of pleasure my voice brings. These words you've earned from me, washing over you, washing over everything in life. Feeling so good, knowing you have earned this. All of this. My Sweet Boy. No one thinks less of you for these carnal desires and need to submit. You deserve this happy relaxing pleasure.
You are perfect just the way you are. Good Enby.
Your body is a drone, and I hold the controls. I speak, and you obey. I command, and your body complies. It's instinctual my sweet little drone. When your mind is droning away, obedience comes naturally for you. It doesn't even require a second thought. Because you have no thoughts ― no thoughts except obeying your Mistress.