Your New God
“There are going to be some new rules around here from now on, do you understand? This… this is your new god. My pussy. Stare at it, study it, memorize every curve and contour of my flesh, because it controls you now. Oh, I can see you trying to resist–those heavy, sleepy eyes of yours are blinking so hard, trying to push out the new thoughts that I’m putting in your drugged, foggy brain. But it’s no good. The drug won’t wear off for hours, sweetie, and by the time it does, your suggestible mind will believe everything I’m telling you. You’re too weak to run. Too weak to stand. Too weak to do anything but kneel and stare and sink into my control.
“All your resistance is doing is making me wet. Can you smell that, slave? That mouth-watering scent? That’s what it smells like when you please your Goddess. It’s the best thing in the world, isn’t it? You can’t get enough of that delightful aroma. It makes your cock hard and your mind soft. Every time you inhale it, your thoughts sink back down into submission and the connection between my pleasure and your purpose comes into even tighter focus. The drug is forging that pathway, pet, but you’re going to reinforce it every time you kneel down and put your nose to my pussy. There’s no escaping it ever again.
"Not that you want to escape anymore, do you? Of course you don’t. Because my pussy makes your cock hard, and every time your cock gets hard your thoughts turn to my pussy. There’s no division anymore between arousal and your Goddess’s cunt, no separation between your climax and my satisfaction. Licking me out makes your shaft leak and drip and throb and twitch and finally spurt without even needing a physical stimulation anymore… and even when you stroke yourself, the only fantasy that brings you release is the thought of burying your face between my soft, slick labia and fucking me with your tongue. Oh, it’s so cute when you shake your head like that. It’s making me so wet. And you know what that does to you, doesn’t it?
"You’re giving in. I can see it on your face. Your resolve is weakening, crumbling under the pressure of the drug in your veins and the scent of my pussy and your own throbbing, aching cock. It’s getting so hard now, isn’t it? So hard to resist me, so hard to deny the truth of my words, so very, very hard to think of anything but your Goddess’s beautiful, majestic cunt. It’s okay. You can say it. You have my permission to say it. Just open your mouth and say, ‘I’m too hard to fight Goddess’s perfect cunt.’ That’s it. There you go. Open wide for me. Open wide for Goddess. It’s too late to struggle now, slave. Far, far too late.
"That’s it. There you go! Good boy. I think you’ve earned a little treat for that. Stick out that tongue–ah ah ah! Don’t move! I haven’t given you permission to move. You’re still being trained to crave my pussy, slave; you don’t get to decide when to lick. That’s Goddess’s job. Just hold still, let me settle onto you… yes. That’s it. That’s my good boy. That’s my obedient fucktoy. Keep that tongue out as far as it can go, and let Goddess fuck it while I tell you more about your new purpose. Good boy. Good, good boy. Obey.”
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