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Alyssa didn’t know where her clothes had gone. Every time she tried to think about it, the memories simply tumbled down into a rabbit hole of pleasure so strong she was practically drunk on it until it was all she could do to keep her head from lolling back on her shoulders in mindless bliss. And she couldn’t let that happen, not when Maria took advantage of her every distraction to whisper in her ear about how good it would be to let go and become an obedient lesbian pleasure puppet. Alyssa had to resist. She couldn’t give in, or she would end up just like Zoe.

She could hear Zoe even now, leaning up against the wall and masturbating openly while Maria slowly teased the surrender from Alyssa’s dripping cunt. Alyssa thought she might have tried to ask Zoe for help at first; she had a faint, vague memory of giving her friend a pleading look and seeing only blank, obedient anticipation in return. Maria must have gotten to Zoe already. Alyssa could picture Zoe zoning out more and more as Maria spoke to her in those same low, soothing tones, softening her mind into placid compliance until all Zoe wanted to do was give her friend the same gift of mindless peace and pleasure. She could picture it… so perfectly. So easily. So…

Alyssa shook her head, struggling to clear the fog of endorphins from her mind and focus on Maria’s words. She couldn’t let them slip away into the back of her mind like that–if they did, they would become indistinguishable from her own thoughts. That was Zoe right now, mindlessly fingering herself and nodding along to everything Maria said, perfectly blank and aroused and empty and blissful and vacant and horny and oh shit, she was doing it again. She blinked heavily, her body swaying loosely as her muscles relaxed under Maria’s ministrations.

Alyssa forced herself to think about every word Maria was saying. ‘Focus on my voice.’ Yes, she could do that. ‘Focus on the pleasure it brings.’ It did feel amazing, Alyssa had to admit–she wasn’t gay (she wasn’t she wasn’t she wasn’t) but she’d never been touched like this before, not by men or women. Maria knew just when to rub Alyssa’s clit and just when to sink her fingers all the way into Alyssa’s slick and dripping channel and pound Alyssa’s cunt full force. Until it was so hard to resist the pleasure, until Alyssa tensed in another near-orgasm and then sagged helplessly into Maria’s arms as her seductress stopped just short of making her cum. Alyssa couldn’t cum just yet. Alyssa had to give in to obedience before she could cum. Alyssa had to surrender to Maria, just like Zoe had…

Shit. That was Maria again. Alyssa tried to remember when she’d lost track of the soft, breathy, sensual whisper in her ear and had simply gone into a fugue of arousal, but… but it was all a blur. Her memories were jumbled up into one stretch of bliss after another, one teasing touch so much like the next that time seemed to have lost all meaning for her. Without any external cues to guide her, Alyssa felt like she could have spent an eternity in this room, held in Maria’s arms and drugged deeper into obedience by the flow of constant sensation. Everything was so maddeningly repetitive, so exhaustingly circular. She didn’t even know when she took off her clothes.

Clothes.

Alyssa didn’t know where her clothes had gone…

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Last night he put orajel on my clit and I went brain dead. He kept fucking me, hard, relentless pumping that made me shudder and drool out the side of my mouth as I mewled something about “it’s not working, you took it awayyyyy” It still felt good, but in a frustrating way that kept me wet without any release. I pawed at my useless button, it felt like touching someone else’s, there was no response. I told him so, and he said it was good for me not to cum, it kept me pliant and obedient for him, isn’t that what I wanted? He finished on my face and scooped me up, I caught my breath and tried not to focus on the yearning that was still there. Good girls don’t cum.

Being used

Sir is using me as a good little fuck toy. He's covered me in arousal gel and having me feel through suggestion his cock going in and out. I'm trying to write this post with not much success as sir is talking in my ear and using me. I said this and he said "that's a shame, you'll just have to try a bit harder." I'm so horny and just want to be used by sir.

Craving

To be a good obedient submissive pet and for sir to use me.

Rosettes Series #51 - Dennis Wojtkiewicz.

One Thing Led to Another

“Do you ever just like… think about destiny?” he asked his partner. They blinked back at him, momentarily stunned. The question was apropos of nothing in particular and seemed uncharacteristic of the man they knew. He wasn’t usually so… farcical. They absentmindedly smacked the soft surface before them.

“Destiny?” they repeated skeptically. He rolled his eyes as they lifted one eyebrow in his direction. He grabbed a handful of something, enjoying the sensation of it quivering beneath him.

“Come on, it’s not that corny, is it? I mean, think about everything that had to line up for us to end up, right here, right now, like this.” He gestured to the woman in front of them, currently naked and on all fours. His partner nodded thoughtfully, then reached down and tweaked one of her nipples, hard. She moaned a little and spasmed involuntarily.

“I guess you’re right,” they acknowledged. “I mean, if it wasn’t for that dude in the bar….” He nodded excitedly. The events leading up to their finding this new toy were fun, but the events following their return from the bar had been the real highlight. She was curious enough about the hypnosis themed decorations scattered around their apartment that it had been easy enough to convince her to go under. Once she was down, she’d given in to the pleasures so easily….

“So you do see!” He ran his fingers up the length of her dark hair and tightly gripped a handful by the base of her skull. He forced her head down onto the mattress and held it there as she gasped and whimpered.

“Don’t get carried away,” they said slowly, casually examining their fingernails. They hadn’t pierced the woman’s skin as they’d scratched down the length of her back and her thighs, but it never hurt to check. “But yeah, I see your point. I guess I just had other stuff on my mind.” They let a long moment pass with only a meaningful look between their partner and their new plaything. The woman whimpered again, face still forced onto the mattress.

“Please…” she whined, pathetic and desperate. The person at the head of the bed grabbed the woman firmly by the jaw as their partner released her hair. They pulled the woman’s face up until her huge brown eyes, watery and unfocused, were pointed toward their face.

“Shhhh, shhh, sh,” they insisted, pressing one finger against their lips. “Toys don’t speak until spoken to, remember?” She groaned softly, earning herself a firm slap on the cheek. “Say ‘thank you.’”

“Thank you,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Good girl,” the man said, sliding one hand toward the woman’s dripping cunt. “Let’s see if we can get you to do that again.…”

Punishment

Last night I accidentally disobeyed sir for touching without sucking. As punishment sir had me do a write me task with the line “I will not touch without sucking” and I wasn’t allowed to cum for the rest of the night. It was 100 lines and each mistake I made added 3 more lines. Each buzz also made me feel aroused and fuzzy. This also happened to be when I was tired at 2 am so my focus already wasn’t too great. An hour later a horny, fuzzy and exhausted me finished and went to sleep.

Good submissive slut

I've been a good submissive slut for Sir. We just played where he used me as his whore and made my mind blank with arousal.