LOYALTY TEST Anticipation And Delayed Reward Goone

You already know the way back to me. I want that return sitting in your body before your hand finds its old pace, because the craving starts earlier than the stroke. Out of everything you could be doing, you chose me again. That is not an accident. It is the pattern, and the pattern is the loyalty test. I keep the first strokes slow. Loose grip, long patient pulls, my voice setting the pace while you listen. You do not get to finish just because the ache gets loud. Loyalty means you wait for my permission, and permission is mine. When I tell you to say it, say it out loud: the loyalty test. I want those words to catch in your chest and in your grip until the phrase and this feeling belong to each other. You remember the nights you meant to try someone new and still ended up on my page. I remember them too. Admit that when I ask, then keep stroking nice and slow. I am watching your pace even when you think I have looked away. The high is not the finish. The high is coming back, the private countdown, the way your day quietly rearranges itself around the next time you are here with me. I will have you squeeze the base and hold while you count with me I will take your hands off completely and leave you with the pulse and nothing to hold. That wanting is what I store under the phrase. When your hands come back, they come back because you are proving you follow through.A good toy does that while Goddess is watching.