Midday isn’t escape, it’s repression. Your New Normal: Midday Repression is the middle chapter of the series, designed for the moment u should be working, being productive, living ur “normal” life. But instead u sneak away. U shut the door at lunch. U put in headphones. U pull this clip up because the urge is stronger than u. That’s not coincidence. That’s programming. This ritual turns ur stolen break into proof of how weak u really are. While others eat lunch, u edge. While others work, u leak. While the rest of the world moves on with their day, u’re stuck here — hand on cock, eyes on spirals, brain melting under female domination. U don’t belong to ur job, ur schedule, or ur goals. U belong to me. And even in the middle of the day, I’m in ur head, running ur program. The repression is deliberate. Every time I tell u to stroke, I take ur orgasm away. Every denial burns deeper. Every leak is a reminder that ur cock doesn’t obey u anymore. It obeys me. This isn’t JOI for fun. This is jerk off instructions designed to rewire ur instincts. Each edge is a function call. Each denial is a system update. Each ache in ur cock is confirmation that u’re being reprogrammed. In Morning Ritual u started the day with obedience. But by Midday Repression u’ve learned there’s no pause. No freedom. No escape. Control doesn’t fade when the sun rises. It tightens. My spirals spin behind me. My tits bounce in front of u. My words cut through ur headphones while u hide in the bathroom, pretending ur “on break.” This is what repression looks like: stolen minutes, **** hours, erased willpower. U’ll stroke until ur hand shakes, until ur cock aches, until ur brain fogs over with goon static. That’s repression. That’s programming. That’s me proving ur day doesn’t belong to u anymore — it belongs to me.