I love being mommy's good boy

My head is floating somewhere in the clouds right now, everything feels so fuzzy and good. Mommy had me take hitties until I couldn't even think straight, just breathe in all that sweet smoke until my lungs burned and my vision got blurry. Now I'm here, typing this with one hand while the other stays where she told it to stay, wrapped around my cock but not moving, just feeling it throb and leak all over myself.



Every time I try to form a proper thought, my mind just dissolves into static. That's how she likes me, dumb and obedient and desperate. My balls are already aching from earlier when she had me slap them over and over until they were swollen and tender. They still hurt so good, reminding me with every tiny movement who owns them.



I've been edging for what feels like hours now. Mommy said I could touch but I couldn't cum without her permission, couldn't even get close without pulling back. My cock is dripping everywhere, making such a mess all over my thighs and the floor below. It's been leaking so much that I'm starting to worry I'll run dry, but Mommy just laughs when I tell her that and says my body will keep making more for her to waste.



The high makes everything so intense. Every touch feels electric, every command she gives me echoes in my empty head. When she tells me to hurt myself for her, I don't even hesitate, I just do it, because her pleasure is everything. When she tells me to deny myself, I obey, because suffering for her is the greatest privilege.



I can barely remember my own name sometimes like this, but I always remember "good boy" and "yes Mommy." Those are the only things that really matter. My brain is so fried from the weed and the denial that I can't think straight, but I don't need to. Mommy does all the thinking for both of us. I just need to obey and hurt and leak and want whatever she decides I can have.



Sometimes I catch myself drooling a little and I don't even care. Dumb and happy and hers. That's all I want to be.