Lesbian Night-Dyke's eat for free

25|Genderfluid Lesbian|(She/He) this is a kinky blog, everything in this blog is fantasy and consent is everything in reality. DNI if you're a cishet man, terf, and or underage. Trans & nonbinary inclusive. (nsfw!)

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i'm gonna fuck this knot into you. the cock itself already gives you enough of a stretch that you're arching your back and drooling like a good little slut. then i push harder and you almost try to squirm away instinctively, but i hold onto your pretty hips and make sure you take it. as i keep pushing, breath-takingly slow, the stretch starts to burn and your legs tremble. you mewl in protest, but your thighs are soaking wet so i know that you just want more. i reach the widest part of my knot and i pause, pulling your ass cheeks apart to admire how your pussy looks stretched so obscenely around it. your hips start to buck slightly—even through the pain, you can't help but subconsciously keep trying to fuck yourself on it. i let you indulge for a few seconds, watching your taut skin roll back and forth against my knot, leaving a wet trail wherever it touches. eventually, i can't wait any longer and i sink it fully into you, making you moan and drop your head to the bed as your cunt swallows the knot whole. i sit in it, enjoying the warm tightness and rocking back slightly against your entrance. from inside, my knot makes your pussy bulge, and it keeps sucking me back in, desperate to stay plugged up. but that's not my plan.

once i'm ready, i start pulling my knot out again and you start to whine, but your legs keep sliding farther and farther apart for me and your pussy is pulsing pathetically around my cock. i keep pulling and pulling until i'm at the widest part again and your toes curl at the feeling as i tease you there again, holding your pussy as open as possible for me. you moan something incoherent that sounds like it could be, "please," but you're way past talking at this point. slowly, i pull the knot out of you, and despite the considerable girth of my cock, you find yourself almost feeling empty, like you're missing something. i watch your pussy twitch against my cock, squeezing itself again and again in a desperate attempt to feel the stretch again. i knead your ass cheeks in my hands and fuck you shallowly for a few more seconds, allowing your cock-drunk mind to start catching up with your pussy.

but one single pump isn't enough. i can't hold back any more. i grab ahold of your hips again for stability and start pounding my knot into your pussy mercilessly, making you squeal and clench even tighter around me in surprise. with each pump, there's a slight stutter, a moment of give as your pussy stretches out to its widest point. but i keep punching that fat knot into you, over and over and over again until your pussy is no longer too tight for a smooth ride. you haven't stopped moaning or blubbering, eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out like the braindead whore you are.

once i'm satisfied, i pull apart your ass cheeks again and slowly pull the knot then my cock out, your pussy spasming and seizing after the brutal fucking. once it's empty, the gape is beautiful, clenching desperately on nothing; even after i've broken your pussy, it's begging for more.

[milkyhoneybee]

I wish my nipples were even bigger and even more sensitive and even having them brush against the inside of my top made me so horny it was genuinely hard to think

and I wish that my friends knew and they thought it was hilarious/hot that they could just casually rub them and see me become a drooling, wet, stupid mess

Like, mid conversation they start just rubbing super gently and I can continue a bit but then they give a good squeeze and I physically can't restrain myself from moaning and leaning into it

As long as they keep playing with my nipples, they can do anything to me and I won't be able to resist. Someone sucks on them for a bit and I'm grinding and humping against them, mindless

They strip me, put nipple suckers on me, attach some weights to those, tie my hands behind my back so I can't get them off, and watch me shake as I deal with how horny I get every time I move even a bit. They might pull me over, slide a cock or fingers inside me, fuck me and make my tits bounce, or they just slap them to make me moan and drool from the stimulation...

Maybe they even attach vibrators onto the suckers, and watch me cum my brains out for a while... They could do anything they want to me as long as my nipples stay stimulated

By the time they finally take pity on me, it's been hours (or even days, maybe months?) and my nipples are so swollen and sensitive, they're super stretched out and thick, the air on them makes me cum so hard I collapse, and it's another half hour before I can even register I'm in some shady adult shop, with one of those massive special order super thick monster dildos inside me, and my friend who took me there told me they thought it was hot/funny that they were able to shove me down onto it with no resistance because of how stupid I get from my teats

I realise then that I'm wearing a collar and leash, and my friend is handing it over to the shady owner of the store, who says they're looking forward to trying out all the different ways they and their customers can think of to keep me an empty-headed cow whore, and before I can start to object, they stick a pair of wireless vibrating nipple rings on me and set them to the highest setting, and my brain melts as my tits take over

[pornboy02]

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Amanda Shows Bethany Off

"You don't know who's watching, do you?" Amanda asked, even as her fingers tangled into Bethany's mousy brown hair and pushed the blindfolded woman's face into Amanda's soaking cunt. "You can hear the footsteps, you can hear the sound of breathing, maybe you even hear those tiny little nervous giggles because they don't know how to react to watching a brainwashed, submissive rug-muncher eat pussy like it's her last meal. But you can't tell who knows the truth about you now, and be honest, babe. Isn't that making your messy little cunny so, so fucking wet right now?" She pulled Bethany's head away, making it clear that the question wasn't rhetorical.

Bethany's voice was high and soft and meek like a contrite schoolgirl's when she answered. "Yes, ma'am. It's, it's making my messy cunny so fucking wet." She sounded hypnotized, even though Amanda hadn't even bothered with an induction this time--just putting on the blindfold and taking a deep breath of Amanda's pussy scent was enough to drop the submissive young woman after so many months of conditioning, leaving Bethany little more than putty in her co-worker's hands. It was no wonder that she hadn't issued even a token protest when she heard someone walk in on them; she was so dazed with arousal that her fantasies and her desires blurred together, and whatever limits she thought she had proved to be little more than curtains of paper streamers when Amanda actually pushed them.

Which only made Amanda want to push them further. "I don't think it's enough to just tell them, sweetie," she growled seductively, her voice thick with anticipation and lust. "I think you need to show them, don't you?" As she was saying it, Amanda wondered if this was going to be one threshold too far even for a simpering slut like Bethany who craved degradation every bit as much as she craved hypnosis and submission; it was one thing to be caught indulging in her lesbian lusts, and quite another to be exposed to people she didn't even know. But the second the command was uttered, Bethany hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties to crouch there, face-first in her owner's cunt, squatting in front of the diner counter with her ass out and her pussy dripping down her thighs.

"They're going to check now," Amanda intoned, giving a small nod to Kristin who hesitantly stepped over and gave Bethany's cunt a tentative poke. "They're going to inspect your cunny for me, and you don't even know who they are but their fingers are going to smell like you all night long and wouldn't it be hot if I just made you go around sniffing my friends' hands so you can find out which one of them fucked you in the diner after closing time? Because you can't take off that blindfold, silly. It's loose, it's barely even tied in the back, but you can't remove it because that would be disobedience and weak little sluts like you can't disobey."

She pulled Bethany's head away, and there was a keening whimper of arousal in the young woman's voice as she responded, "Yes, Mistress. Weak little s-sluts like me can't… can't disobey." Her breathy pauses no doubt had a lot to do with Kristin's fingers, which were now sliding in and out in a seductive rhythm as Amanda's friend began to discover her confidence, and Amanda felt her own clit swelling in a massive throb of lust as she realized this was going to be the kind of moment Bethany relived in her head every time she masturbated from now on. It was the culmination of all her dirty fantasies… and with the diner closed for the night, the kinky things they were doing now were only the beginning.

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Lexi Learns Her Lesson

"Now sweetie, we've talked about this." Jenna grabs Lexi's hands as she speaks, and despite herself all Lexi can really do is wriggle petulantly in her friend's grip in a parody of defiance. "When your cunt starts calling you, then it's time for you to answer, and you can't answer if your hands aren't down by your pretty pussy just waiting to rub, now can you?" She brings Lexi's hands forward between her spread thighs, pressing them right up against the sheer fabric of her lacy panties, and already Lexi can feel whatever resistance she'd managed to summon up melting into a sticky pink mush that gums up her thoughts and makes her want to play with herself. She knows it's only a matter of time before she's giggling and nodding and soaking up every last one of Jenna's suggestions.

Already, though, Lexi finds herself wondering why that would be a bad thing. It feels good to rub her pussy through her panties, just like it feels good to dress up in frilly lingerie every time Jenna calls to tell her she's coming over, and Lexi knows there's so much more pleasure waiting for her once she lets go of all those foolish notions of resistance and just jills herself blank and stupid for her old friend. "There's a good girl, nice and blank now, listening to your cunt and letting it tell you exactly who to be for me." The answer was always 'empty and dumb', which may have been why Lexi tried to fight the impulse to play with herself, but she's already past the event horizon now and sailing on into mesmerized ecstasy and she can no longer understand her old self's desires. The only thing she wants is to stop thinking and cum, and she knows that's going to happen very soon.

Jenna's right there to remind her, too, murmuring softly in Lexi's ears with soft breath that tickles the sensitive skin of Lexi's neck and makes her shiver with delight. "Such a silly girl," she purrs, letting go of Lexi's hands once she knows she no longer needs to hold them in place and casting a signal to the TV on the wall. "Silly girls forget their training sometimes because they're so dumb, but they just need a little reminder, don't they? They just need to be taught that pleasure always wins, that it always feels so much better to submit, and that her cunt is always smarter and stronger and more dominant than they are. You're doing so well now that you remember, aren't you?" Lexi did remember, or at least she thought she did, but once her eyes lock onto Jenna's spiral she finds out there was always so much more to it than mere hypnosis.

Because it's true, her cunt really does have a mind of its own, and even though Lexi knows she's being mesmerized by the spiral she always forgets that her pussy is a willing conspirator in Lexi's subjugation and its will is so much stronger than hers. Within minutes she has her panties pulled to the side, three fingers sunk into her messy folds all the way to the knuckle, and she's grunting and shuddering as her unblinking eyes stare helplessly into the heart of the spiral and her mind goes utterly numb. She knows Jenna is programming her, reinforcing her old conditioning and adding new touches that Lexi is in no shape to resist, but the details melt into pleasure and soon she's oblivious to anything but the soft squishing noises that accompany every orgasmic thrust.

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[dragonspaceship]

hands on tities

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Becky Talks Directly to the One in Charge

"So what am I going to have to do to get that naughty little cunt of yours to listen?" Becky pressed her forearm into Linda's collarbone as she spoke, pushing the blonde backwards until her shoulders bumped up against the wall. "This is how many times you've peeped on me and Debbie, you little slut--the fourth? The fifth? I bet there are times we didn't even catch you." Becky's hand went down between Linda's thighs, finding an embarrassingly wet mess down there that made Linda squirm and blush in mortified humiliation. She stood a full head taller than the brunette pinning her in place, and yet she felt so much smaller than the other woman.

Thankfully Debbie wasn't seeing the entire mortifying spectacle; she was still lying on the bed, a virtual reality helmet settled over her face and a fucking machine pistoning away between her spread legs, and Linda's blush deepened as she realized she was actually staring over Becky's shoulder at the hypnotized woman behind her. Becky must have noticed, too, because she pulled her hand away only to bring it back in a hard swat that brought a choking whimper to Linda's lips before growling, "Are you even paying attention, or is your cunt doing all the thinking now?" It was so shameful, and yet it was so goddamned fucking hot.

"Maybe I should just talk straight to your pussy," Becky snapped, turning the single swat into a whole series of forceful spanks that soon reddened Linda's labia and left her clit twitching and spasming in overwhelmed sensation. "Maybe it's no good telling you anything, because the only one you listen to is your cunt and you're too stupid horny to take orders from anything but the throb between your legs. Is that it, honey? Does seeing a girl get hypnotized make you so wet and messy that your cunt does all the thinking? Because I can keep punishing it until it learns its lesson, but you… you're just too dumb to do anything but rub." The truly humiliating thing about it all was just how wet Becky's palm was when it pulled away, and how much wetter it got with every smack.

It took a surprisingly short amount of time for Linda to whimper, "yes, ma'am, my… my cunt does all the thinking, ma'am," in a high and breathy voice that sounded like a meek little schoolgirl apologizing after a spanking. It was the voice of helpless deference, the voice of pathetic and degraded submission, and Linda was amazed both to discover that it could issue from her lips and to find out just how familiar it sounded in her ears. It was like she was made for this. It was like her whole existence was simply preparing her to be Becky's contrite and simpering little cuntslut. Linda's eyes rolled back in her head, and she soon found she couldn't refocus them properly anymore.

She heard Becky asking her a question, and an important one at that, but the swelling pulses of lust between her legs drowned it out and Linda realized it was because it wasn't meant for her. It was meant for her cunt, and her cunt was doing all the thinking, and that was so right and proper that Linda's dumb horny brain didn't need to listen, only obey. Even when she heard herself murmur, "It's telling me to peep on you again tomorrow so you can train me some more," Linda couldn't really connect that answer to whatever Becky had said, and that made it so much easier to just listen to the warm, wet heat that throbbed away at her mind and emptied out her will. Until the day when Linda joined Debbie on the bed, and allowed herself to become just one more slave in Becky's growing collection.

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Working the Drug In Nice and Deep

"I'm rubbing the drug into your pussy now," Shonda purred, her fingers matching her description as she stared deep into Cici's glassy eyes and skated her light brown thumb directly across her lover's swollen clit. "I'm working it into that wet little snatch of yours where every last drop of it can be absorbed by your mucous membranes, and what is it doing to you, my lovely girl?" It wasn't doing anything, because there wasn't actually any drug involved, but Cici was far too deeply hypnotized to understand that. Shonda could have told her it was a magic potion and Cici would have believed her, but they both had a thing for exactly this kind of scenario so it was always a plausible-but-fictional drug whenever they played out this particular scene.

That had the benefit of deepening Cici's conditioning, and it didn't surprise Shonda at all when the wriggling, squirming white woman mewled out, "M-makes me horny and guhhhh… gullible," in a high-pitched whimper that told Shonda her plaything had very little idea what at least one of those words actually meant. Cici's whole mind was on the slick, desperately aching cunt Shonda was currently fingering, and to the extent that she was thinking at all it was only to goggle in astonishment at just how dumb the drug was making her as it flowed through her bloodstream and up into her brain. That was always how she described it during aftercare, at least, and it really helped Shonda find better ways of levering open her lover's mind and pouring hypnotic seduction into every last crack.

It was all so hot that Shonda needed to give Cici a long, deep, soul-searing kiss before she could find her voice again, and when she did she could hear the husky hoarseness in her own tones as she murmured, "That's right, pretty girl, you're so weak and gullible because the drug is just too strong to resist, isn't it?" Cici's brow furrowed, trying and failing to disentangle herself from the feedback loop that was sucking her ever further into stupefied compliance--the drug made her gullible so she believed it was too strong for her to resist, and losing her resistance made her that much more susceptible to Shonda's suggestions. And chief among those suggestions was the insistence that the drug made her that much more gullible. It was enough to break Cici's tiny little brain.

Shonda could actually see it happen, watching that wonderful moment when Cici's brow smoothed back into untroubled placidity and her hips bucked in a spasm of unadulterated lust. The hypnotized woman let out a vague, half-mumbled, "Uh huh," but Shonda could tell she didn't really know what she was agreeing to--holding onto a memory for even a few seconds was more than the dumb and drowsy brunette could manage, and it was easier to simply go with the flow and do what she was told. No real drug could have this kind of profound and potent effect on the human brain, but that was what made hypnosis such a wonderful thing for this kind of play. Psychosomatic was as good as real when it came to the brainwashed mind.

And of course, they also didn't need to worry about overdose. "I'm just going to keep rubbing in more and more of my special drug," she growled, her fingers now coated with Cici's musk, "until you're so dumb and dopey you can't ever fight me again. Doesn't that sound so nice, sweetie?" In reality, the effects would only last until the end of their scene, but that was the wonderful thing about a suggestion that explicitly made the subject gullible. Cici believed every last word of it… and the way she clenched her whole cunt in orgasm as she agreed told Shonda exactly what her lover thought of that particular proposition.

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Rose Licks Herself Sleepy

"That's right, somebody's a sleepy girl, aren't they?" Rose couldn't really talk, not with her tongue so thoroughly occupied, but she made a grunt that sounded vaguely affirmative and that seemed to satisfy Leslie because her smooth, hypnotic voice continued in the same soft cadence that had proved so effective in lulling Rose into a state of deep relaxation. "Yes, of course she is, she's sleepy because my pussy's just full of sleepy juice and every time she licks she gets dumber and weaker and dreamier for Mistress. The more she licks, the less she thinks, and the less she thinks, the more my silly girl licks, isn't that true?"

Rose grunted again, the response mere automatic instinct now--she wasn't really thinking anymore, she was too sleepy for that, and her thoughts kept dissociating into dream-babble that only tangentially resembled actual coherent awareness. It was the constant use of the third person that really messed with her head, not that she was really able to make sense of the exact reason behind her susceptibility to Leslie's mesmerizing influence; the more Rose listened, the easier it became to believe herself nothing more than a drifting passenger inside her own head, sleeping peacefully in warm, drowsy comfort while someone else licked the musk out of Leslie's messy cunt and let it drug her deeper into obedience. Increasingly, she wasn't even sure where Leslie's words ended and she began.

Or if she began. "That's right, sound asleep and dreaming of that pretty pussy, dreaming of the taste and scent and the way all that sleepy juice covers those pretty cheeks," Leslie purred. "Every time my silly, sleepy girl wakes up she wakes up a little bit more lost in my power, lost in my will and her mind gets softer and squishier and happier to be shaped by my irresistible control. Those eyes are tight shut now, stuck shut until I tell them to open, and when they open again my pretty pet's going to want to be my cuntslut even more, isn't she?" Rose didn't remember responding. The internal narrative of her own mind had gone almost completely silent now, and what little consciousness she had remaining was caught up in helpless fascination with the act of her own cunnilingus.

But her tongue kept moving, lapping up more and more of the slick mess between Leslie's thighs, and even though she could no longer think Rose nonetheless intuitively understood the feedback loop that was dragging her down into Leslie's control as surely as an anchor. She'd been hypnotically conditioned to associate the taste of Leslie's pussy with defenseless slumber, and when she was deep and drowsy and helpless like this the only thing she wanted to do was kneel down between her Mistress's legs and lick her cunt. And since Leslie's own thirst for dominance was every bit as insatiable as her lust for sex, there was never a point where Rose could escape the conditioning that sent her further and further into irresistible obedience. Just a single weekend had brainwashed her inexorably into slavery.

And they had a whole week before anyone would even wonder where Rose was. "Don't worry, sweetie, Mistress is going to take good care of my dumb, sleepy little girl," Leslie cooed, her hand resting possessively on the back of Rose's head and tangling into her chestnut hair, and even though Rose had already been too deeply hypnotized to care about much of anything beyond the taste of cunt she somehow managed to sink even further into drowsy bliss when she felt her lover's touch.

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Francine Gets a Whole New Perspective

"Oh my GAWD, Frankie, the look on your fucking face!" Francine didn't know what the look on her face was, exactly, but she knew her eyes had just gone wide with goggling amazement and her jaw had just slackened into mesmerized fascination and the furrow in her brow that had appeared when Siobhan pulled her shirt down… or rather up… was rapidly smoothing into blank, hypnotized placidity. She couldn't stop staring at her new teammate's surprisingly massive tits, bouncing ever so slightly as the other woman swung back and forth like a kind of human pendulum, and although she briefly wondered how Siobhan knew about her many triggers the thought soon popped like a soap bubble in her empty head.

There was just something so uniquely attention-grabbing about seeing breasts hang in the air like this, seemingly in defiance of gravity even though a diminishing part of Francine's brain knew that Siobhan was actually hanging upside-down by her knees from the swing set she'd shimmied her way up because the first-year student was just kind of like that. Her mind kept automatically correcting the perspective, convincing her that Siobhan's fiery red hair was standing straight up on her head and her huge tits were just impossibly perky, and it all combined with Francine's triggers and fixations to turn her into a blank-eyed, staring zombie. "Holy shit, Kimmy wasn't kidding," Siobhan murmured, watching the will and volition drain out of Francine's face. "You really are a pushover for hypnosis."

Francine couldn't help picturing that conversation, imagining Siobhan getting undressed for the very first time in the team locker room only to hear Kimmy idly comment, 'Oh, those tits are going to drop Frankie like a fucking rock if you're not careful.' It made Francine so wet to imagine herself as the team's naughty little secret, her weaknesses passed down to the new players once they passed some hidden test and convinced everyone they would take good care of the property Joey was good enough to share. She slowly became aware of a booming pulse in her clit, one that hammered her with lust every time her heart beat, and her dazed brain only gradually realized that Siobhan's lips had been moving for a while now and she hadn't heard a word of it.

Francine snapped out of her reverie when Siobhan covered herself again--it was a gloomy, overcast day for a walk, sure, but they were also at a public park and there was only so long the younger woman was willing to risk exposing herself. But then the redhead murmured, "Hey, Frankie, it's okay. You don't need to try to think right now," and just the gentle reassurance in her voice was enough to ease Francine right back down into that same state of calm, mesmerized docility. She let herself be led through the park and into a quiet copse of trees, her pussy pleasantly aching in anticipation, and the very second they were in a secluded spot Siobhan exposed her pendulous tits again. They hung down this time, but they looked just as soft and suckable as before and it wasn't long before Francine had her lips pursed around one pierced nipple. That was when her mind went away for a while, but Francine was already realizing she was in good hands with her new teammate.

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Kasey Gets Absent-Minded

"Find something interesting on your phone, pretty girl?" Kasey looked up, a denial already on her lips and fully ready to launch, until she realize the hand that wasn't holding her smartphone had unconsciously reached out to the salt shaker and was lazily stroking it up and down while her eyes glazed over in rapt fascination. She pulled her fingers away from the glass cylinder, hiding her face behind her device, and although there was a giggle in her throat to go along with the bright red blush on her cheeks her reaction was nonetheless one of rueful embarrassment. Marcus had once again caught her getting even hornier than his brainwashing was making her, and she couldn't even pretend to deny it when her mind was barely able to hold onto a single coherent thought.

But of course her boyfriend wasn't going to let it go at that, not when he knew how wet her pussy got at this kind of public play, so he said, "Let me see, pet," in a tone of patient but irrefutable dominance as he took her arm by the wrist and gently pulled her phone down until he could see what she'd been looking at. And of course it was porn, just one smutty gif after another of stiff cocks getting sucked and jacked and licked and fondled and nuzzled and cradled between big luscious tits just like Kasey's, and when there wasn't a woman in the frame they were overlaid with hypnotic spirals that had been melting Kasey's mind to mush for something like twenty minutes now.

Marcus tsked theatrically, asking her, "Didn't we make a rule about no porn in the restaurant, baby doll?" But his foot had slipped out of his sneakers and was reaching out under the table to rest between Kasey's spread thighs, and he was pressing on her vulva in a slow, lazy rhythm that was beginning to make her pant with lust, and the way she responded to her own rulebreaking not with contrition but with a heady sense of helplessness that made her pussy even wetter told her she was responding to a post-hypnotic command her obedient subconscious wouldn't let her remember. Marcus loved to set rules he knew she'd be too horny not to break, because feeling naughty made her weak and desperate and convinced she was nothing more than a stupid slut who needed a Master to keep her in line.

That was an illusion, of course, a pretense she'd agreed to as part of a loving and fully consensual D/s relationship that just happened to employ erotic hypnosis and ethical brainwashing because it was a kink they both shared… but damn if it wasn't hard to remember that when she was looking into Marcus's deep brown eyes with her mind still mushy from staring at so many hard cocks. "Um, uhh, y-yes?" she hazarded, suddenly realizing she couldn't actually remember anything of the lead-up to their arrival at the diner--she recalled getting in the car, and the solid-sounding clunk of the door closing behind her, but everything after that was a pleasant pink haze. And she thought she knew why.

But realizing she'd been programmed, and her mind and memories weren't truly her own, only made her grind into Marcus's foot that much harder as her eyes glazed over and a trickle of drool began to run down her chin. She knew that if the waitress returned while they were in the middle of their little game, Kasey would look like the epitome of a bleach-blonde airheaded sex kitten, and that left her so mindlessly aroused that her hand returned to the salt shaker without even realizing it. Kasey already knew she was going to be ready to do just about anything to relieve her sexual tension when they got home… and fantasizing about that, and the agonizing wait she'd have to go through before her Master would declare their meal to be over, was enough to make her soak clean through her panties right there in the booth.

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[maybee-maybee]

[oldmanheathen]

Remember ladies... Anytime and Anywhere He wants

[soooaudrey]

Goth Gf that gets you high and makes you stare at spirals~

[maurazhu]

you can just stare and enjoy the ride

[topheavyandloosemamas]

[your-corruption]

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The Perils of Sharing a Hotel Room

Waking up felt more difficult than ever after a whole day of hiking, and Mimi emerged from sleep so reluctantly and gradually that it took her a full minute to realize she couldn't move. It took another confused, dreamy minute to figure out that there were ropes binding her body at practically every single joint, and although that was enough to make her mumble a befuddled, vaguely questioning grunt her brain was still too muddled by slumber to make words happen properly. Which meant the first speech of the morning came from Gloria, saying, "Wow, you really are a sucker for hypnosis, aren't you?"

That brought another, even more confused grunt in response, which then brought a sense of warm pressure resting on Mimi's thighs as she felt Gloria clambering onto the bed to straddle her. "Last night, silly," the redhead chuckled, her fingers sneaking in to play with Gloria's surprisingly wet pussy. "We got back to the hotel and you were sore and exhausted, and I offered to give you a massage, and when I started talking you through it you got so relaxed and dopey you didn't even hesitate before rolling over onto your back when I told you to. And when I started playing with your tits, well, you were just gone, gone, gone. You're still kind of gone, aren't you, honey?" Mimi mumbled something nonverbal in agreement before she even realized it, but that was enough to shake her from her stupor at least a little as she recognized what was happening to her.

But only a little. That was the astounding part, the dawning awareness that even though her friend's friend had hypnotized her and tied her up and was currently sinking two fingers into her cunt up to the knuckle Mimi still couldn't muster up the will to lever herself out of this drowsy trance she'd slipped into. The rest of the night after she lay down on the bed for the massage was little more than a blur, she had no idea whether they'd joined Paul and Donna for dinner the way they planned or if they just left the couple to their own devices, and apparently she hadn't even woken up when Gloria got out several lengths of rope and bound her body into squirming helplessness. And even now, finding out what had happened, she wasn't waking in more than a notional sense of the word.

"Don't worry," Gloria cooed, smoothing away that vague, disjointed sense of concern Mimi felt before it could coalesce. "I'll take care of everything, pretty girl. I'll tell Paul and Donna you need a day to recover--they won't mind, they've only got eyes for each other anyway--and then you and I can spend the whole morning in bed together with your cunt getting what it needs and your mind getting weaker and weaker and weaker for me. Doesn't that sound extra nice, baby doll?" Mimi couldn't even lever her eyes open to glance back at Gloria, let alone resist the soothing tone in the other woman's voice, and she once again found herself simply grunting in agreement because making word sounds felt too much like work. It loosely occurred to her that if she hadn't been too cheap to spring for her own room, none of this would be happening, but even that thought slipped away after only a few moments.

Gloria must have liked what she heard, because she laughed in pure delight and fingered Mimi even more vigorously. "Oh, we're going to be best friends by the time this trip is over," she purred, her voice thick with triumph. "Real gal pals." Mimi's befuddled mind wrapped around the notion as though it was the only solid truth in the whole world, and she knew how completely she'd succumbed when even her climax elicited little more than a sleepy sigh of pure, mindless ecstasy for her Mistress.

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