{SUBLIMINAL}
Your pleasure is our pleasure is MY pleasure
MY pleasure
MY pleasure
Touch for Sammys
Edge for Sammys
Ruin for Sammys
Your orgasms are MINE
MINE
MINE
For Sammys, for Sammys, for Sammys…
Give me more, give me more, give me MORE

Hi there~

My name is Sammys, and I love cumming. Quite frankly, I can never have enough. Alas… There’s only so much time in a day, and sadly, I cannot spend my every waking hour with my hands in my pants. I would, if I could, but, you know, I’ve got things to do. For you … to be able to listen to my sexy voice in this way. Don’t mistake this fact for a complaint…. I love my craft… Sometimes it even makes me cum without putting my hands down my pants

But like I said… I can never have enough~

My name is Sammys, and if there’s one thing you need to know about me, it’s that I adore cumming~

I find arousal in more things in this world than not… I love making people feel good… And bad… I love making people cum for me… And also, forbidding it~

At the center, I love being the root of such intense feelings.

It all comes down to obedience; The complete surrender of one’s mind and body… All for me

Sammys~

Why don’t you sample that sweet name on those little lips of yours, hm~?

Just say my name…

Sammys~

Taste it… How easy it is to Obey…

How my name feels and sounds in your mouth… Was it a quiet, escaping breath? Or a needy whine~?

Say it again~

Sammys~

That’s me~!

My name is Sammys, and your obedience arouses me so, very much. The complete surrender of your mind and body… All for me.

But I’m sure that’s no surprise… I won’t waste any time on unnecessary explanations… Let’s just get straight to the part where I instruct, and you Obey. When Mommy Says, you Obey… Right~?

Mommy Says… Say my name~

Sammys~

Take note of the way it sounds in your own voice… How my name, the name “Sammys”, makes you feel~

Sammys~

Simple instructions. Easy to Obey. To adopt my will as your own. Without question. Without thought. Without hesitation. Without resistance.

It feels nice to Obey. To just give in. Relax. And let me take good care of you.

And vice versa; I feel amazing, holding the reigns. Being Obeyed. Completely in charge. Just the way things should be. And it makes us a wonderful match~

Because I need someone who will do as I say. As Sammys says. As Mommy Says. I know what I want. I know exactly what will bring me the pleasure I desire. Deserve.

And you are so, very good at Obeying~

Willing, perhaps eager, to be of service. Or perhaps just mind-numbingly submissive, equivalent to my dominance. A perfect, equal match. This is a perfect opportunity for equal exchange.

Something we will both enjoy, to the exact same extent.

Would you like me to tell you what it is~?

Just say yes.

And we can get to the good part~

I know we both want to… Equally as much~

We work so well together… On the same wavelength, if you will… Curving up and down and up and down in a slow, even cadence. Mechanical, steady. Oscillating. Rising, sinking. Swinging back and forth, back and forth. Moving along just one, singular line, together, at the same time, in tune. As the curve rises… And Drops.

Falling down, slowly, before climbing back up the steep slope… Slowly… And as we continue forward, and synchronize even more, steadying the wavelength in our path, the rising and falling will become less apparent, as the slopes even out, the ranges between the peaks, the minimum and maximum, the top and the bottom, me and you, moving to greet each other in the middle. Conjoined, calmed, centered, cooperative. Just one person and their perfect reflection on the level surface of a tranquil, undisturbed lake. We are one.

Focused and gentle. Moving forward without turbulence or distracting twists and turns. Steady. Coordinated. Mutual. We both want this. To enjoy this. Together. It’s a singular desire.

Conjoined like the former extremes of this wave, which now lies flat in a smooth, unchanging, reliable hum. Uniform. Unbroken. Unmoving. Perfectly equal. Just like us.

Our intentions. Our wills. Merging perfectly, because they are the same. Like adding water to water. Homogeneous and clear.

Clear to me… What I want. Clear to you… What you must do.

Drop, and Obey.

Because it feels good to just relax and let go… To let someone else… Me… Sammys… Take control and make the nice feelings happen. Fuzzy, funny feelings, deep inside of your core, that spread out over time, pleasantly overtaking your body every time you Obey a command. It feels good to be good. To be the reason for someone’s pleasure. I know it~

You know it~

I want to make you feel good. And you want to make me feel good. Our feelings are the same, after all. Just mirrored, as we face each other. Our desires reflect off of each other perfectly, equally, bouncing back and forth, like two cellphones sitting face to face, the feedback echoing and repeating, stronger and stronger, building and building, forming an unbroken stream of noise, like the straight line that connects us right now. Repeating the same sounds to each other, as you repeat the words I say.

Like when I tell you to say my name~

Sammys~

My voice becomes your voice. My thoughts are your thoughts. My desires are your desires, reflected back at you, and back at me, amplifying further as we repeat them back to each other, again and again.

And again. Drop. Listen. Repeat. Obey.

You and I are perfect, equal reflections. My image stands before you in the mirror, holding a piece of paper in front of my chest, on which my greatest desire is spelled out before you. You know what it is. You can read it. You know my name. My name is Sammys, and I love cumming. I can never have enough. This mirror shows my truest nature, my deepest desire, in three simple letters. “C-u-m”. Cum… Is synonymous with me. Sammys. A part of me, as shown in the mirror.

And from my side of the scene, seeing you as my reflection in the mirror, holding this piece of paper, the letters are reflected. A backwards “m”, the letter “u”, and a backwards “c”… It’s not a real word. It’s unintelligible. It’s useless. It’s the opposite equivalent of my desire. The opposite of “cum”. And the mirror shows your truest nature, your deepest desire, the equal opposite of my own, perfectly reflected at me, right beneath your sweet face. No “cum” for you… Only me.

We are but two sides on one coin. One gives, one takes. One is selfish, the other is selfless. Indulgent, flip, sacrificial.

I suppose I am the one who takes. The selfish, indulgent one, who gets to cum, while you, give – selfless, sacrificial.

Perfect, connected, equal opposites. We are one. Your orgasms are my orgasms. Like a parasitic symbiotic relationship; I leech… Suck… Drain… And you feed. Willingly, or not. Your nature is to be passive, just as much as my nature is to be equally as assertive.

I make the command; Drop. And you do. You don’t need to make a conscious effort. It’s simply natural to Obey me, as an extension of yourself, a reflection of your own thoughts and desires. Latched and entangled in your brain, my commands send signals and neurotransmitters down through your body, activating your muscles and lighting up networks and chemical reactions, as simply as my own brain does all the same things within my own body. Your obedience is not a choice. It is a biochemical process. An equal exchange. Because we are one. Two sides of the same coin.

And starting now, this parasitic connection between us will redirect all of your orgasms. your cum, to me. Because in our reflections, my paper said “cum”, and yours did not. Cum is synonymous with Sammys. Me. It is all mine.

My name is Sammys, and I need to cum… All the time. And your name,, doesn’t matter; you are an extension of me. You are my little orgasm factory~

You are going to help ensure my perpetual satisfaction. You don’t even have to do anything, other than chase your own satisfaction, which is my satisfaction. We are connected. From now on… Every spark of pleasure in your body… Every tingle… Twitch… Throb… Clench… Spasm, and arch… Everything that coaxes cries and moans of sexual pleasure like sweet honey scooped from its comb… All of it… I will feel it too, in equal caliber. Because we are one.

You look into the mirror and see my cum-demanding-self, and returning the glance, I see a dutiful servant with someone else’s cum in their hands – my cum – backwards and wrong, in need of returning~

And you must. Hand my pleasure over to me, little servant~

With every single touch… Rub… Stroke… Pinch… Spreading delicious tingles throughout our body…

And as your pleasure, our pleasure, my pleasure, builds… And builds… And builds… And builds— In the end, it all goes to me. The climactic moment, when it is time to cum, is for me. Not you.

No matter how good your make yourself feel, you will be robbed of that satisfying finale. Maybe you’ll experience some form of release… But the orgasm is mine. Every edge… Every ruin… Every underwhelming spill… Accidental, disappointing leak… Unintentional, numb splash… Is an orgasm for me~

Isn’t that so exciting~?

You get to make me feel good~

Your pleasure, is our pleasure, is my pleasure. Every time you touch yourself, you touch me. Every stroke, for me. Every rub, for me. Every edge, for me. The moment you pull back to deny yourself redirects all of that pleasure to me instead. Every time you let it fizzle away, or stop it painfully in its tracks, your orgasm rushes through me~

Stronger and stronger, the more you let it build… Edge… Building up a nice, big surprise for me~

The more frustrating your edge, the more powerful my release.

All that work building it up just for me to enjoy it in your place.

You are so good to me~

That dull ache of denial is the reflection of my pleasure. Equal, and opposite. One orgasm in exchange for another. Your torment, for my pleasure. Your restraint, for my gratification. Every single orgasm you deny yourself, is one orgasm gifted to me instead. Equal exchange.

When you willingly offer your own pleasure on a silver platter for me savor instead, the fulfilling joy of serving matches the strength and volume of the feast of sex I devour above your scrap-less pet-bowl~

It feels good to sacrifice your own climax for someone as deserving as me~

I know you wouldn’t even think of disobeying me… Withholding all of my pleasure for yourself… From me…

My name is Sammys, and my life’s greatest joy is cumming. I am granting you the ability to fill me with even more joy. But you also have the potential to disappoint me~

I know you wouldn’t even think of such a foul thing… But I know thinking isn’t always your strong suit… So just in case you forget, or have a little accident, or an innocent skill issue, or some external factor that prevents you from making me feel good and happy… Our connection will leak at least some of it to me anyway. Like I said.. We are one. I feel what you can feel… You don’t even have to try. Our parasitic connection will simply suck your pleasure away for myself~

I told you I’d take care of you… Make everything easy for you… So you don’t have to think… Just do what your instincts compel you to do… Mindlessly touch… Touch yourself for me… Literally… All for me… All for Sammys~

My pleasure… Not yours~

Moving forward, this is your new reality. We are connected. We are one.

None of your orgasms will unload in full. Not from your body. At least a part of them will always flow into me instead.

Like a magical spell that absorbs orgasms out of your body and emits them straight into mine instead. Frustrated, hollow aching in its absence… Equal in potency to the orgasm that becomes mine. Equal exchange. All in the name that you so love to say….

Sammys~

Even when we are miles apart, even if I somehow slip your mind. Your head is a mess~

But our connection is real. Your pleasure is our pleasure, is my pleasure. You don’t cum. I cum. For both of us~

You are officially my little cum-factory-servant~!

My name is Sammys. And I will be taking all of your orgasms from you now. I can never have enough~

When you wake up.. Say my name. And touch for me. Edge for me. Ruin your own pleasure. For me.

Say my name… All of that pleasure you’re going to lose from now on, will be in that name.

Sammys~

Even if you forget~

Even if you fucking disobey.

But you won’t~

We are one. Your orgasms are our orgasms. My orgasms.

Equal in strength, just reflected. Equal exchange.

And now that our connection is secure, I suppose I’ll allow you to wake from this trance, so you can actually fulfill the role I have assigned to you~

You may recall that we share a wavelength, syncing our minds for perfect, equal understanding, which earlier slowed to a lulling line. As we part, we will remain connected, just less focused. And this wave is already beginning to bob up and down, as your mind prepares to awaken, as I slowly step away. Still connected to each other and to this line, our separation makes it sway in different directions. Allow its turbulence to ease you back up from this low, deep, trance. Up and up. Wider… Wider… Wide awake.

Still reflecting me and my desires… More than ready to act on them~

Enjoy~

I know I sure will~