She gripped his hair. 

He closed his eyes, gasped, shuddered. Tensed. Whimpered.  

"That's right. You're powerless in my grip, aren't you?" 

"Uh-huh." 

She yanked his head left, feeling it jerk with her hand. Right. Back. Right. Left. Forward.   "You're just a puppet in my hand, moving however I want you to move. Aren't you, puppet?" 

"Uh-huh!" 

"Good puppet. Freeze." She kept up her grip while tugging at his boxers, unbuttoning them, pulling out his cock. "Unfreeze."  

He whined.  

She jerked his head back again.   "Good puppet." She released his hair, straddled his hips. "You want this cunt, puppet? You want to feel it around your cock?" 

He nodded vigorously, whimpering.  

"Such a pathetic little puppet, hm? You'd do whatever I want to feel that cunt around your cock, wouldn't you?" 

"Yes!"  

She brushed her ass against the top of his cock, teasing him with the fabric, drinking in his high pitched noises. "You'd do anything to make that cock feel good, hm? No thinking, just getting hard and getting fucked?"  

"Uh-huh!"  

"Good cock." She adjusted, pressed her cunt through the fabric against his cock. "Cocks don't think. Cocks get fucked. Isn't that right?" 

"Uh-huh!" 

"Say it."  

"Cocks don't think, cocks get fucked." 

"Again." 

"Cocks don't think. Cocks get fucked." 

"Good cock. Repeat over and over."  

"Cocks don't think, cocks get fucked, cocks don't think, cocks get fucked - "  

"Good cock." She got off him, rolled to his side, and yanked her wet underwear off while listening to him go on. Then, she planted a knee on either side of him and savored the ecstatic misery on his face.  

"Cocks don't think, cocks get fuckED," he gasped as she grabbed his cock and slid him into herself.

"Stop repeating. That's right. You're just a dumb, empty puppet controlled by your cock. You are your cock. You're just a thing for me to fuck. Isn't that right, cockpuppet?" 

He nodded, desperately.  

"And just like when you feel my control when I grip your hair, you feel my control wrapped around you, you feel how powerless you are in my grip, don't you," she clenched, "cockpuppet?" 

"Yes," he said, barely.  

"That's right. You're a brainless cock. The rest of that body is a dumb puppet controlled by that cock. And you feel me gripping that mechanism, the mechanism that controls you, and you know how helpless you are to it. Don't you," she clenched again, "you dumb, stupid cockpuppet?"  

"Yes!"  

"Good cock. Good puppet." She began riding in earnest. "Good fucktoy."