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Fate, by Hugo Lederer c.1905.
You make such pretty sounds when you cum
Pussy slaps after you’ve cum a few times already so you have to listen to the lewd wetness of yourself and feel how overstimulating it is
Actually how about spanking as a delivery method for forced orgasms. Starting out by slowly, gently edging with a big, uncomfortable dildo until you're a needy, pathetic mess. The raw intimacy and power of bringing you to the edge over and over again, painfully and uncomfortably until you're whining and begging to be allowed to cum like a dumb, needy toy. Forcing it inside you until it's so fucking deep that you can barely handle it, your hole painfully stretched while I grab you by the hips and flip you over so you're made to lay face down. Forcefully spanking your ass so hard that your hole involuntarily spasms on it, flexing in pain while I hit you again and again and again and again, holding it inside you until you grind against it so hard that you cum like a stupid fucking painslut.
I'm your older married religious therapist. I just spent months making you feel safe enough to tell me all the things the old men in your life have done to you. Forced upon you. I've invited you into my home. My wife cooked for you. I take you to church and care for you.
Still sobbing from the last confession. Assuring me that's everything. Feeling better that you finally told someone safe. Like the fog of shame has lifted off of you. Ready to be told how to heal and move on with your life and find your true purpose.
You patiently wait through the uncomfortable silence. Full of hope and emotionally spent. Looking at me with such appreciation for being the only man who ever truly listened to you.
In fact when you told me you couldn't afford the therapy, I told you it's ok. Don’t worry about anything.
Satisfied that you have told me, in graphic details, notes taken and video recorded, about every crime committed against you, I let out a sigh.
I slowly stand up... lock the door. Tell the secretary to cancel my afternoon appointments. I start by taking off my belt.
"So Layla, young lady, you were clearly told to keep your fucking mouth shut. Time for you to face the consequences of your actions."
You know from being comforted in the past that the office is soundproof. You've screamed and wailed so many times as I gently coaxed the truth from you.
Now you understand that comfort was misplaced. But at least you've found your true purpose. Maybe this time you won't run your whore mouth.
Oh, no. The trauma deepened as you forced yourself on me. I screamed for help and mercy until my throat hurt, saying, "Please, stop. I don't like this."
But it didn't matter if I liked it or not.
My eyes were red, throat raw, pussy sore and swollen. And you were groaning, throbbing inside me, enjoying my pleas.
Being heavily into both intox play & Somnophilia is very much “thats not any of my business what you do” coded
what i do with your body is none of your concern.
She whined. This was hard!
His cock was right there!
He’d had her kneel right between his legs and had her get in as close as she could, and normally that meant she’d be taking him in her throat by now. But not today. Today, he’d said to look up at him, and not to look away.
It had been maybe two seconds before the throbbing, pounding rush of need inside her got almost too much to bear. She’d fidgeted, squirmed, and her eyes had darted down. That had made him tut, which had given her butterflies, and he’d put a finger under her chin to keep her head up.
“Focus,” he’d said, his eyes on hers.
At once her desperation mellowed. She still wanted to suck his cock, obviously - oh, how badly she wanted to - but the selfish need to go over what he’d told her drained away. This wasn’t about her, this wasn’t for her. She was focused. Focused on him. It got easier.
But it didn’t get easy.
He could tell she was trying though, and he smiled.
“Good girl,” he said. “I just want to watch your eyes empty. They’re so busy right now. Good girls don’t think, but sometimes they have a lot buzzing in their heads. We can stop that. You can be blank. Blank feels good.”
That pressed a button. Another happy, fluffy wave of quiet contentment washed through her, and some of that buzzing he’d talked about just winked away. She even sighed.
“Feels good…” she said, more like an exhale than actually speaking.
“There you go. Focus. Good girl. I can already see your eyes going quieter. That’s it. Don’t look away, just focus. You’re safe. Good girls don’t think.”
“Good… girls… don’t think…”
Repeating wasn’t a conscious choice. She didn’t have much consciousness left.
“So easy for me. Perfect. Thoughts just go. It’s like wiping dust from a screen. Swipe and gone. Don’t look away. Focus. Blank and empty. Good girl. Aww, look at you.”
Too many words to repeat. Just fluff in her head. She couldn’t look away. His eyes. Words.
Blank. Safe. Empty.
Focus.
He used his free hand to take his cock out and let it rest - hot, heavy, and hard - on her bottom lip. A tiny fraction of her brain worked enough to notice this but she didn’t whine. The whining had stopped. Needy, selfish. She wasn’t selfish. She was a good girl. She was his. She was for him. Instead she just opened her mouth, just enough, and kept her eyes on his.
“That took a lot less than I thought it would,” he said, grinning now. She just waited.
Removing the finger from under her chin he moved it up and gave her a tap right between the eyes. The contact sent a shiver through her and the tiniest of moans escaped.
“Focus on what’s in front of you,” he said, sitting back.
Her eyes swam down, going crosseyed a little. Cock.
She didn’t need to think much at all for that.
Medieval torture device date night when
She whined. This was hard!
His cock was right there!
He’d had her kneel right between his legs and had her get in as close as she could, and normally that meant she’d be taking him in her throat by now. But not today. Today, he’d said to look up at him, and not to look away.
It had been maybe two seconds before the throbbing, pounding rush of need inside her got almost too much to bear. She’d fidgeted, squirmed, and her eyes had darted down. That had made him tut, which had given her butterflies, and he’d put a finger under her chin to keep her head up.
“Focus,” he’d said, his eyes on hers.
At once her desperation mellowed. She still wanted to suck his cock, obviously - oh, how badly she wanted to - but the selfish need to go over what he’d told her drained away. This wasn’t about her, this wasn’t for her. She was focused. Focused on him. It got easier.
But it didn’t get easy.
He could tell she was trying though, and he smiled.
“Good girl,” he said. “I just want to watch your eyes empty. They’re so busy right now. Good girls don’t think, but sometimes they have a lot buzzing in their heads. We can stop that. You can be blank. Blank feels good.”
That pressed a button. Another happy, fluffy wave of quiet contentment washed through her, and some of that buzzing he’d talked about just winked away. She even sighed.
“Feels good…” she said, more like an exhale than actually speaking.
“There you go. Focus. Good girl. I can already see your eyes going quieter. That’s it. Don’t look away, just focus. You’re safe. Good girls don’t think.”
“Good… girls… don’t think…”
Repeating wasn’t a conscious choice. She didn’t have much consciousness left.
“So easy for me. Perfect. Thoughts just go. It’s like wiping dust from a screen. Swipe and gone. Don’t look away. Focus. Blank and empty. Good girl. Aww, look at you.”
Too many words to repeat. Just fluff in her head. She couldn’t look away. His eyes. Words.
Blank. Safe. Empty.
Focus.
He used his free hand to take his cock out and let it rest - hot, heavy, and hard - on her bottom lip. A tiny fraction of her brain worked enough to notice this but she didn’t whine. The whining had stopped. Needy, selfish. She wasn’t selfish. She was a good girl. She was his. She was for him. Instead she just opened her mouth, just enough, and kept her eyes on his.
“That took a lot less than I thought it would,” he said, grinning now. She just waited.
Removing the finger from under her chin he moved it up and gave her a tap right between the eyes. The contact sent a shiver through her and the tiniest of moans escaped.
“Focus on what’s in front of you,” he said, sitting back.
Her eyes swam down, going crosseyed a little. Cock.
She didn’t need to think much at all for that.
Toxic relationship but it’s soft. They take such good care of you that you don’t even question when they want you to stop going out without them. And then to stop going out at all. When they start controlling what you do. What you can wear. Who you can see. They know best, after all, and you’re too wrapped up in being taken care of to see how you’re being manipulated. How you’re being trained. Until they’ve basically made you their little house pet, and you’re so dependent on them that you think it’s your idea.
I hope your cock gets hard thinking about doing all the violent and fucked up things to me. 💞
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