Daddy's fingers were slow, methodical, infinitely patient in their thrusts. Micaela could feel the sensitive flesh of her cunt as he tugged it back and forth with nothing more than the pressure of his muscles on the inner walls of her vagina, each movement sending hot tingles through her clit as it rubbed delicately against her soaking folds. She wanted so badly to grind her hips against his hand, to take the endlessly measured rhythm of his fucking and transform it into a hot, frantic pounding that would bring her instantly to climax… but she couldn’t. She could only wait for him to make her cum. Somehow, the hypnotically induced lassitude magnified every sensation into an erotic torment that was almost maddening. The slow, gentle trickle of her cunt leaking out and teasing her pale pink flesh on its way to drip onto the bed captivated her more thoroughly than any ticking metronome or swinging watch, and the brushing breeze of the ceiling fan caressed her sweat-drenched skin like a lover. But it was always Daddy's fingers that dragged her back, capturing Micaela's focus time and time again as he fucked her with the patience of a machine. She didn’t know how long he’d been inside her. Time no longer held any meaning save as a promise of deeper pleasures yet to come. It seemed almost foolish, the degree of complete and total passivity that kept her trapped within the slow, sleepy rhythm of his thrusts. A part of Micaela was fully aware that all she needed to do was lift up her arm, place it between her thighs, and furiously rub her clit until her pussy clenched around Daddy's intruding hand and she gained the orgasm that she craved so badly. There were no ropes around her wrists, no cuffs locking her to the bedposts, nothing but Daddy's hypnotic command keeping her from indulging her every masturbatory desire. And yet. And yet she simply could not move. Her whole body lay limp, powerless, too deeply languid and relaxed to do anything more than twitch no matter how much pleasure she received. Micaela didn’t even need Daddy to deepen her trance; his thrusting digits were her focus now, and the sensual hush that filled the room only magnified her desire to slump onto the mattress in near-mindless bliss and allow the soft noises of his fingers in her cunt to tell her exactly who she was. Exactly what she was. A needy, horny, messy little slut with a hungry pussy that craved her Master’s touch like a drug. God, she loved it so much. Micaela drew closer to the edge of release, hovering in a half-dream of ecstasy just below the threshold of climax and staying there for what felt like hours, days, years. Her thoughts ceased to have meaning, dissolving into dream-babble and fantasies she wouldn’t even remember when she woke. And still there was no change to Daddy's pace, no intensification and no diminution of his rhythm. He could hold her like this forever. He could empty out her brain until every last droplet of her willpower leaked out of her needy, aching cunt and she opened up completely to his programming, and Micaela would be helpless to resist. She was weak, mindless, nothing but an obedient fucktoy to – “Cum,” Daddy murmured. And Micaela's whole world went white...