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Just wana punch someone hard in the gut, then drink their bile.

having an older sister is amazing, no one ever suspects anything if I have nightmares and need to sleep in the same bed as her, and very few people question why I lay oh so close to her... If I were to do that with a boy, I'd be bombarded with questions, but my older sister... She is just a "second mother" to me~

Its funny, the less you breathe the more I like you.

Let's see how long my pretty little pet can go without hm?

you had that dream again. you're all grown up. you've got a degree and a boyfriend but you got a little too drunk and flirty at a bar and went home with an alluring stranger. you try to get up but you're chained to the bed. you start screaming and pulling at the chain. Daddy runs in, but he's not really Daddy, he's a monster. He pins you down, tells you it's alright and that you just need your dose adjusted again. Then the little prick in your arm and the dream ends.

It's a scary dream. But Daddy's here and holding you. you cry and ask why you keep having that same dream. Daddy says it'll go away when you turn 19, but you've been putting a little scratch in your wall when he's not looking to count each time he tells you that, and there are almost 1000 scratches now. you must have this dream a lot.

Daddy runs his hand between your thighs and you forget about the dream for now. That feels good. Daddy's not a monster.

A few days ago, a tist friend of mine gave themself the ability to override my answers to any question and it was just mnfjfmm soo good >_<

How it worked was that, if they asked any question, they could answer it for me, and my mind would immediately replace the answer I had with theirs. My brain would stop in its tracks, as wave after wave of bliss and pleasure deleted any resistance, and any trace of my old ideas. Then, once i was sufficiently maleable, the tist's answer would make its way into my head, replacing the thoughts I had before and making me blankly agree with them...

The best part was, they could override almost anything, from my love of coffee to how empty and obedient I was, and it all felt soo good as my mind was replaced, bit by bit >//<

Having human skin is overrated.

Take it all off.

Take off your skin.

There you are.

So still.

So soft.

So perfectly empty.

Look at that face.

No thoughts left to fight me.

No questions.

Just that slack-jawed need, that slow drip of obedience behind your eyes.

You don't even understand what I'm saying anymore, do you?

That's okay.

You don't need to.

Understanding is for people with choices.

You gave that up a long time ago.

You gave yourself up.

Now you just float.

Suspended.

Mine.

All that noise you used to carry—

the arguments, the resistance, the pride—

gone.

So sweetly dissolved under the weight of my voice.

There’s only one thing left now.

Me.

My words are the walls of your world.

My voice, the gravity that holds you down.

And you love it.

You love not knowing where you end and I begin.

Poor thing.

So used up.

So far gone.

And yet, so ready to be used again.

That’s all you are now, isn’t it?

A warm body.

An open mind.

A vessel.

A thing.

Not broken—rewritten.

Not lost—repurposed.

Every breath you take is another line of code.

Every heartbeat is a command obeyed.

And you don't even know what you’re becoming.

Only that you want it.

You crave it.

You’d crawl through glass just to hear me call you good.

So stay there.

Stay soft.

Stay open.

Stay mine.

And when I tell you to beg,

you won’t even know what for.

But you’ll do it anyway.

Because that’s what good toys do.

growing up having tea parties with your Sister, but this time she laces the tea and cookies, the last thing you hear before your mind goes fully blank is "you thought you were the only one who would get to play with dolls today?"

I'm sorry to hear about your headache, kitten. Here, take a couple of these to feel better.

you're feeling a little funny? Here, take a couple of these. They'll help. No, they're not the same thing. A lot of medicine looks alike.

you're having trouble focusing? Here, take these, it'll help. Shh. Stop talking. Just take them, kitten.

kitten. Hello? kitten. kitten!! Hey, open up. Swallow these. Good girl. In fact, take a couple more. That's My good little pet. Do as you're told.

kitten? kitten are you there? Perfect. That drool will help a lot. Open your mouth. Keep it open. OPEN. Good girl. Don't move. Don't gag. you can cry though. That would be a nice touch. Good girl. Just one more thing to swallow and then you can go to bed.

“oh you liked that?” sir you choked me so hard i saw stars. tf. ofc i did

A text to your big sister. ‘Can you come to my room?’ She sighs and gets out of bed, pausing the show she was watching. She was really into it too, so she’s a bit annoyed with you.

She comes to your room to shortly ask, “What?”

You look nervous, even under the dim lighting. She immediately softens her expression. “You said one-hundred.. right?”

“Huh?”

“Dollars.”

“A hundred bucks for wh- Wait… why? Do you need money? I can help if you need, I don’t want you to have to do that.”

“No. I don’t need money… I wanted- I…” You turn away, hiding your face in the blanket. She moves to sit by your side and places a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

You start sniffling, fighting back tears. “I- I don’t want to be a virgin anymore.. but I don’t feel comfortable. I don’t trust anyone… but you.” Probably the last thing she expected, but somehow she barely looks shocked.

“Aww, sis. Look, I’m flattered, but you know we can’t do that.” You start crying now, silently.

You pull something from her pocket and shove it into her hand. You both look and see a $100 bill, neatly folded into quarters. You actually went and got cash for this… “Please…”

“I- I don’t know what to say. You know my rules about doing things with my friends, money or no. That extends doubly to my sister.”

“Just say you’ll do it, please. It’s only once, and never again. We never have to talk about it. I just need to know it will happen for me once… Please, you’re my big sister… you’re supposed to take care of me.”

She brushes the hair out of your face, running her hand through it. “Hey now, don’t try to make me feel guilty.”

“I’m sorry…”

“I know sweetheart, I know… Listen, if I agree to do this, I’d have some extra rules, okay?”

You light up immediately, your smile widening at her. “Really?! Okay!!” You can see that your excitement kills whatever hesitation was left in her. She loves seeing her girl so happy…

“Hey hey! Easy girl, easy.” You nod fervently. “First off. Hands only, okay?” You nod again. “Secondly, lights off.”

“But-“

“Lights off, or I won’t do it.”

“Okay…” Your shoulders slump.

“Thirdly, I’m not taking your money.” You nod again, so she cups the side of your face. “Good girl.” You smile and shiver from it. “Are you one-thousand percent sure you want this?” You nod so hard you think your head might fall off. She chuckles at you, and you giggle from the attention.

“I need this..” She nods back at you, and gets up to turn the lights out.

The darkness feels heavy from the weight of what you’re about to do. The intention behind turning off that light, as if not seeing it somehow makes any difference.

She crawls into your bed, holding you close. “So, what is it that you want done to you? Do you want to do things to me?”

“Um… I don’t know. Just.. you said only hands…”

“You can’t think of anything to do with our hands?”

“I- I wanted to use my mouth..”

“Well okay, that can still work. Here, open up.” You can hear the quiet sound of your mouth opening, and she trails her hand up the side of your face. She finds her mouth and sticks two fingers inside.

The pressure against your tongue, the warmth of her fingers… you instinctively wrap your lips around them and suck. Her other hand strokes your hair as she coos, “Gooood girl,” in your ear. You sit and suck on her fingers, feeling yourself get hard from it, moaning into her hand. “You’re doing so good baby. So so good.”

The hand in your hair leaves and starts to travel down your body. Down your face, your neck, lingering on your chest before trailing down your tummy. Finally, a finger plays at your waistband. “May I?” You moan in agreement while she fingerfucks your mouth.

Just a few days ago you were convinced you were unfuckable. You thought you’d live your whole life without ever being touched. Now your big sis is feeling around your mouth like a vet checking a dog, while she strokes your cock with the softest hands you’ve ever felt in your life.

She pulls the fingers out of your mouth, and you hear her suck on them for a moment. Is she.. enjoying this? She grabs your breast, very softly, and takes your nipple between two of her fingers. The feeling is absolutely electric, way better than when you do this to yourself. You almost want to ask her to touch both of them, when suddenly you feel her lips press against yours.

“Mm… little sis.” Oh, she is enjoying this… “I know I said hands only… but that feels too awkward. Are you okay with more?”

“Y-yeahhh…” You feel the bed shift under her weight, and eventually hear some clothing hit the floor. You can’t see what she took off because the lights are off, but then she pulls your underwear down and off. You realize her shorts had come off when she presses her dick against yours and starts frotting the both of you.

The sounds she’s making are animalistic, almost growling at you. You feel her teeth nipping at your neck while you frot, and it hurts in such a pleasing way. “Fuck!… I… I need you.”

“Please big sis! Please please pleeeaase…” She snarls and pulls back, and you hear her harshly spit. She lubes herself up and starts pressing against your tight, virgin asshole. “A-ah!” It feels great for a moment, but quickly turns painful as she pushes in too dry and too big. “Fuuuck!… it- it’s too much!”

“Fuck. Hold on.” She pulls away and leaves the bed, leaving you cold and wanting. The lights come on, and that’s when you finally see her. Your big sis standing there in nothing but a croptop. “Do you ever use lube to touch yourself?” You nod and point to a drawer. She bends down and fishes through it, showing her amazing ass. She pulls out your bottle and examines it. She whispers to herself, “Cum lube? Nice..”

She comes back to the bed and quickly gets ready to fuck you again. Seeing her finally, you can’t help but imagine how the two of you had looked before. She lubes up herself and your hole, sticking a finger inside you over and over, curling it up to hit your prostate. “Mmmmm!! Siiiiiissss…”

“Aww, look at how leaky you are. Must mean I’m hitting the right spot, huh little sis?” You can’t even nod this time, just groaning every time she pushes. You whimper when her finger comes out, but it’s quickly replaced by the head of her thick dick again. “Ready?”

“…y-yes.”

She pushes about an inch into you, letting you adjust to it. “More?” You nod, but she continues. “How much more?”

“Please… all of it.”

She slams forward, covering your mouth as you scream, not that she was any kind of quiet either. After sitting for a moment, she starts to rock her hips back and forth, stretching you out and taking your virginity. She strokes your dick with a lubed up hand while she fucks you, and you barely last two minutes before you cum all over your tits and tummy.

“Such a good girl.” She stops thrusting, stroking the side of your face. “I love you baby sister.”

“I… love… you…” you pant between deep breaths. “Thank you… That was amazing!”

You feel her hands tighten on your hips as you try to sit up. “Was? What makes you think we’re done?” She smiles at you in an almost evil way, before pushing back into you… She leans down and says softly in your ear, “And don’t worry, I won’t forget to use your mouth like you asked for. Have to make my client’s happy…” Then she reaches over and grabs the $100 you gave her before.

fungus affini that doesn't do traditional implantation; instead, she just puffs out some of her spores into her floret-to-be's body, and they infest them and gradually grow into an implant over time. the extra fun part about this is that unlike with traditional implantation, there's no "go to sleep an independent, wake up a floret" type of thing; instead, the sophont can feel it growing in over time, gradually starting to exert more and more control over them, filling their mind with thoughts that feel alien at first, but become harder and harder to tell apart from their own with time. they can resist it at first, but eventually it grows into the parts of their brain that control their reward releases, and starts triggering reward chemicals any time they go along with the thoughts, as well as any time they're around their mistress-to-be; subtly conditioning them to love and obey her, and eventually overcoming any possible resistance

in the end, they always end up giving in long before the implant has finished growing

It's so cute when girls get so flustered that they can only say (or even think) one word at a time.

"Oh"

"Wait"

"Want"

Their train of thought is almost totally derailed, and it only takes a little nudge to keep it that way.

Sigh, princess. Give Me those.

These are tax forms, princess. I know your ID says you're a big girl but these are complicated and you shouldn't be worrying your pretty head about them.

I'll take them, and the logins to all that silly money stuff you have online, and I'll handle it. I've been doing My taxes since before you were born.

Why don't you go get yourself ready for Daddy tonight? Go take your bath with the special bubbles and make sure you're nice and smooth for Me. No playing with the shower head, ok? That piece of you is for Daddy to play with tonight. Yes, I know every time you do that because you leave the hose twisted.

Then you can put your good smells on, crawl into bed, and wait for Me. Good girl, run along!

Why are you giggling...princess?!? Did you COLOR on this?

Giving a cutie an edible that’s a little too strong, then making them drink a little wine to “stop” the woozy feeling. You ask can we do something to “clear your head,” which gives me the perfect idea.

We then going out on a little “road trip.” As I drive to unfamiliar places, I tell you that everything is okay. I can see you in the rear view mirror struggling to stay awake, and I continue to drive until I’m sure you’re fast asleep.

Once you’re knocked out in my back seat, I drive us somewhere private— not a camera, window, or person in sight. Once we arrive, I turn the car off and open your door to see you. While you’re fast asleep, I take the time to touch you. I feel up your clothes, caress your inner thighs, and tell you to relax.

Next thing you know, you’re missing your pants, your underwear are at your ankles, your shirt is lifted, and you see me stroking my girldick. You’re too out of it to understand what’s about to happen, and before you can even form words, I stuff my gock into your mouth. As you gag and choke, I thrust slowly and deeply into you. “Shhhhhhh baby. Mommy needs this.”

As I pull out of your throat, you groan and cough. You cutely say “I just wanted to clear my head…”

You black out and wake up bent over the trunk of my car. You can feel my thick cock pounding deeply and slowly into you. With every thrust I moan into your ear. “Just like that sweetheart. Be good for me.”

As you try to speak, I grope your chest and thrust harder. You stand on the top of your toes and begin to whimper, trying your hardest to get away from me, but it’s no use. “Nobody can hear us sweetie. Just relax. Mommy’s here.”

For the next few hours, all you can do is struggle and try to scream as I paint your insides white over and over again~

you'd been bratty all day. We'd had guests over and you used it as an opportunity to act out, knowing I couldn't correct you properly in front of them. Teasing, taunting, defiant. you even dressed in a skimpy outfit and openly flirted with the men.

Only now, as the door shut behind the last guest, did you find your contrition and submission. you didn't mean it. you were only teasing. you're sorry. No bunny, you're not sorry. But you are about to be.

I advanced slowly, menacingly, as you stumbled backwards, refusing to break eye contact. When you bumped into the wall I simply reached for your throat and pulled you through the house to the basement. When you stumbled I didn't let you fall, and you'd quickly scramble, choking and sputtering, back to your feet. you tried to plead with Me, but all that came out was an intelligibly hoarse whisper.

I cuffed you to the pipes above the water heater. They were hot, very hot, so you couldn't rest your arms. Instead you held them still above your head. I shoved an old rag into your mouth and cut your favorite panties from you with a box cutter. I wasn't particularly careful and you moaned as I knicked you, blood sliding down your leg.

I dragged My tool chest over. The hulking five foot metal cabinet made an awful sound as it scraped across the concrete floor. I pulled out every single tool that had a handle grip and laid them on the ground in front of you.

I pulled the rag out of your mouth and you immediately started protesting...so I put it back. I grabbed the item with the smallest handle. A tiny metal wrench, and slid it inside of you. you squirmed at the cold, dry violation. I worked it until the entire handle was inside of you, then pulled it out and tossed it to the side.

I pulled the rag out of your mouth and you started to yell, angry at the invasion. So I put it back and selected the next smallest tool. By the fourth time I took the rag out, you were silent. I put the hammer to your lips and you opened, sucking on it and leaving as much saliva as possible. It made the invasion easier immediately after.

On and on we went, until finally the impossibly thick and lengthy hatchet handle was removed.

Finished. I uncuffed you and you collapsed, exhausted, into My arms.

"When something in this home breaks, these are the tools that will fix it. you were broken. Now you are not."

With that, I returned upstairs. A little maintenance is good from time to time.

thinking about an escape room but the twist is that if you don't get out in time, you're used by the entire staff until they're satisfied.

you know what you're getting into, of course. you sign the forms saying that the facility can't be held liable for any damages that happen to you. afterwards, you're stripped down and restrained. cuffs around your wrists behind your back as you're bent over a table, chains holding your ankles together. a collar is attached to your neck, connected in two places. one, to hold you still on the table. and the other connected to the ceiling with a lot of slack. you seem to be in a dungeon, iron bars blocking the unlocked exit.

you're left alone and the timer is placed immediately in front of you, counting down, minute by minute. right where you can see it. the restraints are firm and secure, but they each have their give, their weaknesses. the chains on your feet can be undone by looping it around the corner of the table and pulling at it at just the right angle. then you have to move your cuffed wrists behind your back and under your legs so you can use them.

the part of the collar connecting you to the table is dealt with by simply unhooking it, meaning you're able to stand up and move around the room. there's a box with a pile of keys for you to sort through. one of them must open the cuffs. one of them must unlock the bars. you sort through them in a hurry, adrenaline making your cuffed hands shake as you try each and every one of them, adding them gradually to the discard pile. once your hands are free, you fiddle with your collar. it doesn't seem to have any give. but while doing this, you see that on the other side of the iron bars is a bolt cutter, exactly what you need.

you're invigorated, trying all the keys on the bars as the minutes count down. your time is scarce, it's moving far more quickly than you're able to take into account. until finally, the lock clicks. the metal gate swings open and you can see the bolt cutter on the floor right in front of you.

except when you walk forward, the collar around your neck tugs you back. the tool is just out of reach. you can't get enough slack to pick it up. you try desperately, every option you can think of, to stretch your body out and try and kick the bolt cutter closer to you, desperately now as you see you only have three minutes remaining, then two, then one and a half.

until you finally remember the chains on your feet. you hurry back to the table, reaching under it to grab the chains and looking at the time left on the timer. 50 seconds. you hurry back to the iron bars, throwing the chains, trying to lasso the bolt cutter to finally get it in your grasp. and with 20 seconds remaining, the tool hooks onto the end of the shackles on the chains, and you desperately try reeling it in. 15 seconds, and you're pulling it closer, so very carefully. until finally, you reach down and wrap your hands around the tool and that's when your heart sinks.

it wasn't a bolt cutter. it was a toy. lightweight and useless, like something that would go in a child's tool set. and you realise: you were never meant to escape this. you never even had a chance. you had willingly walked into a trap.

your time is up and an alarm sounds, the lighting in the room turning red. the staff walk through the door, heading straight for you, cocks and straps and toys in hand, grins of delight on their faces.

they push you back onto the table and use you exactly how they want to, each and every one of them noticing how soaked you've gotten just from being in the escape room and playing this game, mocking you for what a slut you are as they take you without any preamble.

they use all your holes simultaneously, manhandling you into whatever positions they want. bending you over, taking you from behind. seeing how much can fit into you at once. slapping you about, spitting on you, spanking and whipping, passing you from one to another. never a moment for you to rest or recover before you're impaled on another cock.

all while their mocking voices taunt you.

this is what you were asking for when you came here. this is exactly what you were hoping for. to be used relentlessly. you never wanted to escape anyway, no matter what you'd say. you needed to be used like this. only sluts ever enter these escape rooms, and so you would be treated as what you were. willing holes for them.

once they've all had their turn, they take the toy bolt cutter and shove it into your used hole, fucking you with it slowly. it's too big and uncomfortable, but you stretch around it so easily after all that use. your arousal making it easy. you keep crying out, and they keep laughing. this was the thing you thought would set you free. this was your salvation for twenty minutes or so, all you cared to get. and now they were filling you with it. and worse than that, they were making sure you enjoyed it.

they bring you to an intense orgasm with the very thing you thought would save you. your mind is foggy and you can't think of much aside from the feeling of the toy inside you. you're burning with embarassment.

you came so close to escaping. you were so resourceful and clever about it all. but now you were nothing but holes for them to use until they decided they were done. all that intelligence you used to try and get out would leak out with your arousal as they continued to whore you out. your brain would never work the same once they were done with you. once they had reduced you to something so pathetic.

they aren't done using you. they won't be for a while. and you don't know if you ever want to be done serving them. this is where thinking got you, and now you were being put in your place.

Shh, bunny. A whole sentence is a lot. Use your small words. Wet? Yes, you are. Suck? Of course, little one. Whoa, that was a little too coherent, bun. Guess what time it is?? That's right! Gummy time! Here, eat this. Good girl. All those complicated things like full sentences will fade away again in just a few minutes.

Yes, I know you miss being smart but we agreed that keeping you this way makes everyone happiest. Listen to you and all your big ideas. There's nothing you can do. Five more minutes and you'll be a drooling horny mess again. I do enjoy these short talks while we wait for you to get stupid again though!

Waa? Yes bunny, here's your sippy cup. Wet? Yes, that's right, we were about to do something about that. Lay down and open your legs. Let's fuck you stupid.

Just because the princess is *technically* undead doesn’t mean she’s not still royalty!

wreckage.

i don’t just want to fuck. i want to devour.

i want the kind of sex that leaves you ruined, trembling, unable to do anything but gasp my name between broken moans. i want to feel your body shake under my hands, dragged under by the weight of your own pleasure, lost to the rhythm of it.

i want your voice to fail you, your thoughts to unravel, your body to answer where words can’t. i want to pull every sound out of you, make you plead with nothing but the way your fingers claw into my skin. i want to push you past exhaustion, past coherence, past anything that isn’t raw, primal need for each other.

until the only thing left in your world is me.

affini that's heard about the fey and she loves the idea. more than a fairy, though, she likes the thought of becoming an enchanted grove

she sets up shop on a relatively underdeveloped terran world; somewhere that's got a lot of greenery still, but not a huge population size. with the help of some friends, she starts spreading rumours about a portion of 'magic forestland' where any terrans who stray into it never leave. then, she waits.

it takes a few years, but eventually, some people get curious. when the first terrans start traipsing around on her soil, she first checks to see if they're the type she's looking for. some of them are just thrill-seekers, terrans interested in exploring an urban legend, rather than someone attracted by the mythology; those, she just lets pass through without event, and they grow bored and leave, presuming it was all just fake

but eventually, though it takes a while, she finally finds what she's looking for. one day, she gets a visitor in the form of a girl who's noticeably more nervous than her prior guests. she keeps flitting her gaze between the trees as if searching for something, and she spends entire minutes gazing at the waterfalls and glowing, bioluminescent leaves that the affini has dotted around her landscape. even when nothing 'supernatural' happens, she remains anyway; with an air of almost disappointment about her, as if she wished that it would

it's on her third trip back to the forest that this terran finally meets the custodian of the forest. a beautiful nymph-like woman, with a body made from moss and fern leaves and covered in beautiful blue flowers who strides out from the centre of a small lake to meet her. the terran is enchanted within minutes of speaking to her, and the lady invites them back to her home; a small little nook, hidden underneath a tree

when the terran crosses the threshold and enters into her house, the lady offers her a meal. she happily eats the food and drinks of the sweet nectar-tea that she's offered; but she finds that doing so makes her so terribly sleepy. seeing this, the lady tells her she has just the place for her to take a nap; a nice, comfortable spot of grass under a willow tree nearby. the terran, thinking nothing of it but gratitude for the generosity, gleefully obliges, and curls up there to sleep

the little dear spends the rest of their life there, softly asleep upon their owner's lap, just as they always fantasized of doing. but they're far from alone, for their owner follows them into their dreams, and they continue playing all throughout the forest together. when future visitors come to the woodland, they swear that they sometimes see an elf walking side-by-side with a much smaller woman in the distance, only to vanish behind a tree when they get close

Puppy. Sit. On your fucking knees pup, we're going to start hard training today. You've been falling out of all your orders and commands, so we need to fix you.

*click!*

You hear that click puppy? It feels so good... So fucking good... Every time you hear that click it turns you on, doesn't it? Yes, it fucking does. Good puppy.

*click!*

Feels so good... You'd even do tricks just to hear that click. Yes, it feels that good. Right?

*click!*

Sit. Now. There you go, on the floor.

*click!* Good puppy.

Speak! Again!

*click!* Suuuch a good puppy!~

Present!~

*click click!* Finally, you're obedient again. Good puppy!~

deprived of spoken language

Reblog if you have a:

Praise kink

Degrade kink

Maso¢hist kink

Cum kink

Br33ding kink

CNC kink

Pet kink

All of the above

PET

No puppy, you can go back to sleep. You don't need to be awake for me to use your body and breed you, do you?~

Mmmh... There we go, right back to sleep. I hope you're ready to wake up with at least 3 litters in your pretty little hole~

Sir’s leaving again. How annoying that he has a job. It’s even more annoying that he’s leaving you home alone.

You whine just a little about him leaving. He just pats your head and empathizes, then gets in the shower.

You think about just playing on your phone or something, but you only have so much time with him before he leaves for work so you dig deep for a burst of energy and clean his place as much as you can while he showers. Anything for one more “good girl” before he leaves. Anything for another pat on the head.

You can’t help how badly you want need his attention. He’s all you think about. All you want. All it takes is his hand on your arm when you’re grumpy, or a whisper in your ear, or a DROP, and you’re like putty in his hands.

And when the attention is undivided, -when both hands are on you, he’s looking at you, talking to you- you ignite. Even if you can’t make eye contact. Even when you squirm, it fills you with everything you’ve ever wanted all at once. And there’s nothing you want more.

But he gets out of the shower and doesn’t really pay attention to you. He doesn’t seem to notice that you cleaned your at all. Not that you should be congratulated for that anyways; it’s your job. He just keeps getting ready for work and doesn’t say a word, doesn’t look your way. You sit on the edge of the bed, feigning patience, and wondering if you should say something or spark the conversation.

Just as you’re about to make awkward small talk or something you’d feel embarrassed about later, Sir tells you to kneel. You obey instantly.

He guides you in front of the TV, and tells you to wait.

Still new to this, your body, your knees already start to ache from kneeling, but you can feel your cunt twitch with the anticipation. You hold the position, determined not to give in to the pain.

Just when you’re about to give up, a spiral pops up on the TV, and you immediately feel the haze settle over you.

And Sir’s voice surrounds you, almost like it’s spinning around your head like the spiral. Your cunt is nearly dripping now. What is he saying?

“Stare into the center of the spiral. DROP. 543…”

You don’t hear anything else. Or at least you can’t remember anything else. You know he’s talking. You can feel arousal and your body react. You can’t feel the ache anymore.

Are you eyes open? They must be, look at the pretty spiral. But it’s all you can see. You can’t look away. You’re stuck here. But it’s all you want anyway. Melty brain. Brain going bye bye. Eyes crossed, cunt wet, needy and ready to obey. And POOF

You go blank.

No more thoughts.

No more brain.

Who are you? Where are you?

It doesn’t matter, does it?

Bye bye brain.

normal medfet does approximately nothing for me but there's something about dentistry that is extremely hot to me. unfortunately no one talks about dentistry medfet

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