Sit down, kitten. You’re too stupid to succeed in school. I’m worried about you, kitten, that’s all. I want you to be happy. Dumb cunts like you are happiest when they’re being useful. Do you feel useful when you’re failing to keep up? No, of course you don’t. But there’s a much easier way for you to be useful, kitten.

Let men use your body. Learn to dissociate when they touch you. You’re already doing wonderfully, kitten. Did you even notice my hand on your thigh? You don’t mind, do you, kitten? No, of course you don’t. Docile little pet. Just train your silly little brain to go blank under my touch. That’s good, kitten. I love the way your eyes become vacant when I slip my finger into your cunt. You’re so much more useful this way. Now open that pretty little mouth. Still, quiet as a mouse, blank expression for me. Good kitten.

Okay but imagine having someone fully clothed sitting with you completely naked between their legs and them keeping your knees over their's so your legs stay open. You are crying out from being overstimulated with your head back on their shoulder as they hold a vibrator to your clit and have their arm wrapped around your waist to hold you in place. You've already cum/squirted too many times and have a puddle underneath you as your body shakes uncontrollably and you're begging them to stop.

Technically, they do stop, but only to push the vibrator down from your clit and shoving it into your hole to watch you convulse before whispering in your ear:

"Honestly, I could care less if you pass out. I'm not stopping until you actually hold still, that's what got you into this in the first place."