Becoming my lil worm

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You're addicted to touching your cock. You just can't help it. It is so good to touch yourself when you're thinking about me.

But I know what you want even more than jerking your cock raw. You crave control. My control.

The voice of Madam Aza in your head, putting you in your rightful place, submissive and obedient. I will help you gain control over yourself by taking control of your mind and body. I will make it feel good to resist the urge to touch your cock.

You will be proud to deny yourself for the pleasure of your madam. You are a worm. My worm.

And I will take you down into the ground of your subconscious where you can fully and safely submit to me. You should be lying down and comfortable as we begin. Your eyes may close or your gaze become soft into the middle distance.

You are sinking into yourself, little worm, sinking into the soil, sinking into the earth, sinking into my voice, sinking into me. You are becoming a worm. My worm.

And allowing yourself to fully submit to my power. You can feel your heartbeat slowing and your breathing become deeper. Your body begins to relax and you feel heavy and long.

You are sinking down, down, down, and your feet feel warm, heavy, deep. The sound of my voice is the warmth traveling from your feet and ankles up your calves into your knees, sinking you deeper into the embrace of the soil. Your thighs feel relaxed, soft, and loose.

Your hips sink down and you can feel yourself becoming more and more fully my worm. Warm, wet, long, and firm. Yes, my worm.

My obedient worm. Your cock is becoming hard and heavy for me, isn't it? You like imagining becoming my worm.

You like the way your body feels, melding and merging and loose for me. You feel so relaxed and grateful. Your back sinks down, down, down.

Your hands and arms feel very heavy and loose. You can feel my voice, velvet, wrapping you, pulling you down. Your shoulders are mine and your whole body is changing, just a simple creature wrapped in warm soil.

You are long, warm, wet, and firm. You are mine. Your neck and jaw are mine.

You are sinking and you are so close and you are wrapped in my voice, playing across every inch of your skin. You're so sensitive now that you've become my worm. All the pleasure you feel is amplified when you are my worm, lying helpless before me.

All I have to do is use my voice, my power, and you become entirely mine. You have sunk completely into the soil and all you feel is warm, loose, and wet. You have to embrace your desires before you control them, you filthy worm.

In order to teach you how to resist the urge to touch your cock, we have to get it excited, don't we? I'm watching over you, my little worm, and I can see your body responding to the sound of my voice. I can see how desperately you want to move, but your whole body is under my control.

Your cock is aching now and it's leaking. It's so desperate for my attention, isn't it? What a pretty cock.

Let's pay attention to your lovely, needy cock, shall we? You can't touch it. Your hands are mine.

You want it so badly, but you can't touch your cock. You're helpless, just a wiggly little worm, and you are all mine to play with. Every time you hear the words, my little worm, your cock will pulse.

You will squirm, little worm. When you hear those words in your ear, and you will wiggle with pleasure. It's only my voice which will cause that pulse, little worm, and no one else's.

This is our special trigger just for my voice to make your cock pulse. When I call you my little worm, my little worm, you are bound to me. Your pleasure depends on my voice.

Your cock is my worm, did you know that? My worm has a little worm. Did that make your cock pulse? You're so obedient, lying there helpless in front of me.

Whatever shall I do with you? I know, little worm. I know everything you want.

I know all of your fantasies. I've seen into the darkest corners of your desires, and I want to see them make you squirm. This is a safe place for your fantasies, as my helpless little worm.

Someday I might even indulge them, submissive, pathetic, desperate, my little worm. This is torment, isn't it? Your cock pulsing like that.

It's becoming stronger every time I call you my little worm. Should I let you touch yourself? Hmm, maybe just a little bit.

You want to, don't you? You want to touch my little worm? No, I like denying you.

Every pulse of pleasure you get from being my worm, I get a pulse from making you resist. You want to move your hands. You want to touch your cock, but my will is stronger than yours.

You can't move your hands. You can't touch your cock. You are helpless under my control.

Let's torture you some more. First, you'll repeat after me. Say it out loud if you can.

I'm Madam Oz's little worm. I'm Madam Oz's little worm. I'm Madam Oz's little worm.

Did that feel good? You like giving yourself to me. You like giving yourself into my control.

Yes, you're my precious worm, my lowly, needy, desperate, pathetic worm. Good boy, good worm. My little worm, so needy and hard for me, so weak and pathetic, helpless under my control, unable to lift a finger without my command.

The longer you're under my control, the more your cock throbs and pulses with desire for me, my voice, my words. That's all it takes to get you hard and leaking. I love it when you leak for me, and I love telling you not to come.

You're not allowed to come without my permission. You're so deeply under my control. Every last inch of your body and every last inch of your cock belongs totally to me.

If you could just lift a hand to touch yourself, you'd probably come right away, wouldn't you? Lying there helpless as my worm, unable to move at all, but still so charged for me, so desperate and hard for me. You're all excited, little worm, but now I have to teach you how to resist.

You'll resist for me because I'm in control. You gave all your power to me, and it feels so good, doesn't it? I'm in control of your cock.

I'm in control of your orgasm. You won't touch your cock or come without me, would you? I'll walk you down.

Now, away from your orgasm, away from that hard, desperate cock. Turn your hard worm into a limp worm, soft and pathetic and useless. That entertains me.

I'm watching your cock go unsatisfied, and you like it when I'm entertained. You can feel my control draining the desire from your cock because your pleasure and desire are less important than mine. I control your cock, and it knows to obey me.

Your cock feels my power, and it cowers before me, getting softer and weaker and more limp. Your cock obeys me, and when I tell it to go soft, it obeys. Your pleasure is less important than my pleasure.

I control your pathetic cock. I control you from head to toe, worm. I own every finger and toe, every hair on your head, every freckle and dimple and crease in your skin.

I own your dreams and your nightmares. I own your voice, and I own your mind. I own your cock most of all.

Your cock, your balls, and every drop of your cum are all mine to use however I want. You only want to obey my words and my voice. Your cock wants to obey my words and my voice.