Slide into my shiny, latex-like dress with the zipper pulled tight, and let my heavy breasts become the metronome of your surrender. Breathe in sync with every rise and fall, let your breath hitch and your thoughts slip away, while my chest hypnotizes you into delicious submission. This is tit worship turned mind training, and I promise you’ll be counting breaths, not thoughts.
Lock in and focus, little one, because every inhale ties you tighter to me and every exhale peels another layer of control from your useless willpower. This is the brain training your needy tit boys have been craving, and I own every breath you take while you worship.