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Weed and alcohol aree pretty tied, weed’s my best friend n alcohol’s my situationship. For method of consumption I loveee a sweet cocktail or tbh learning to like non-sweet cocktails. and weeed I gotta go pen!! can control the dose nice and your throat doesn’t hurt too bad.
5. Intox scenario you want to try
Answered this before but a new answer would beee tbh the opposite cuz im switchyyy af. of getting a partner drunk as fuck. maybe making them do sobriety tests, maybe recording themm, maybe teasing them about it or maybe pretending they’re sober
5. I’ve neverrr actually tried a forced intox scenario w alcohol beforee but id loveee to try that, giving my partner permission to get me as drunkkkk as he wants, talking me into having more or putting drinks up to my mouth and having me swalllow until i cant see straight (its always hot when he does yhat with the weeed pen <33). And then of course he does whatever hee wants with me when im wasteeed
7. mmmmm hard to remember exactly lol but probably either the first time i had a whole bottle of soju and plenty of weed and maybe other alcohol?? to myself and remember just walking to the other rooom and then just being on the floor in the hallway laying down.
or actually a time last year that probablyy some ppl on here got videos of lol where i drank most of a bottle of wine and almost certainly also got high, stumbling around bumping into walls and chugging more verrrry inadvisably. thattt day is shockinglyyy somewhat blurry <3
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Category: f/f
Summary: I neglect the dishes that my girlfriend asked me to do while she was at work. Naturally, I need to be punished.
Kinks/warnings/what you’ll find inside: intox, BDSM, D/s, impact play, restraints, rope
Author's Note: None :)
I hear the door open behind me, and I jump, letting out a startled squeak. Shit.
“Hey, babe,” she says, putting her things down. “How’s it going?”
“F-fine,” I stammer.
She raises an eyebrow. “Oh?” she says. “Are you sure about that?”
I nod, unable to make eye contact with her.
“I see,” she says. The guilt is painted on my face, clear as day, and she starts looking around for whatever it is I did wrong.
“Ah,” she says as her eyes land on the sink full of dirty dishes. The dishes I’d promised to do today while she was at work. She sights.
“I’ll do them! I’ll do them right now!” I say, scrambling to get started.
“No,” she says. I freeze.
She calmly grabs a glass, walks over to the freezer, and takes out a bottle. “You said this would get done today.”
“I know! I—”
She holds up a hand, cutting me off. She begins to pour. “That was our deal,” she says.
“I’m sorry—”
She holds up her hand again. She sets the bottle down and pushes the glass over to me. “Drink.”
“But—”
“Drink.”
I let out a whimper as I pick up the glass. “All of it?”
She just looks at me.
I raise the glass to my lips and drink.
I know better than to stop before she tells me to, and she never tells me to, so I don’t stop until the glass is empty and gravity has sent every last drop into my waiting mouth.
“Good girl,” she says when I finally set the glass down. I try to suppress my grimace. I hate how that stuff tastes.
“Sit,” she says, and I do. I can already feel my body start to relax.
She sits across from me. “I’m really disappointed, you know,” she says. “I was really looking forward to a nice, clean kitchen, maybe making dinner together. But now all I can think about is all those dishes that still have to get done.”
“I can—”
“You had all day to get them done, and what do I come home to? A mess.”
“Just let me—”
“After spending all weekend making you feel good when I could have been getting this mess cleaned up. It’s the least you could have done.”
“I’ll just do it now—”
“Sit down, my little lightweight. You’re liable to fall over.”
I sit back down, my cheeks burning in humiliation. I hate being such a lightweight. In fact, I hate getting drunk. Or, rather, I hate the idea of getting drunk…when I’m sober. Once I’m drunk, though…that’s another story.
"Those dishes aren't going to be the only mess in here once I'm done with you," she says. I can't help but shiver.
We sit together in tense silence as I wait nervously while she watches me intently for signs that the liquor is working its magic. The world is starting to go soft around the edges.
"There you are," she coos softly, and my face flushes again. I can't help but squirm in my seat. She stands and comes around my chair to pet my hair and rub my shoulders, making me squirm some more.
"There we go, my pet. Just relax."
I blink. I...shouldn't be relaxing, right? But it's just so easy to...and it feels so nice...
No! I should be...uh...
"The dishes!" I stand abruptly, and she has to step out of the way to avoid being bowled over by my chair. "I'll just—"
But she pushes down on my shoulders until I'm sitting right back down. "Shhh, pet. If the dishes have waited this long, they can wait some more." She goes back to rubbing my shoulders, and I can't help but relax into her touch, the dishes all but forgotten. The stresses of the day seem so far away now. Her hand slides up to cup my cheek, and I lean into her, desperate for her touch, for her.
"That's it, sweet girl," she purrs. She bends down and gives me a kiss on the cheek, sweet and sensual. I turn my head, hoping to capture her lips, but she pulls away chuckling. "Come on, my pet," she says, pulling me to my feet. "Let's go somewhere a little more...comfortable."
She takes me to the bedroom, offering me a steadying arm along the way. Once there, she deposits me on the bed, swaying and fighting to keep from falling into a drunken stupor, before disappearing into our closet. She soon emerges wearing a lacy red lingerie set complete with a matching garter belt and thigh high stockings. My eyes widen into saucers and my mouth goes dry. She knows exactly how much I love this set on her.
She struts over to me and places a finger under my chin to force me to look into her eyes. It's a wonder I don't cum right then and there. "Now it's your turn," she says. She takes the hem of my shirt and pulls it up over my head, tossing it aside so it won't get in the way. Then she comes around and unclasp my bra—a boring utilitarian one, frankly embarrassing next to what she’s wearing—and similarly toss it aside. She stands me up so she can pull down my jeans, and last come my soaking panties, leaving me naked as the day I was born.
My eyes flicker to the closet, my sluggish, distracted mind trying to decide what I'll put on.
"Ah-ah-ah," she says as if scolding a naughty child. "You won't be needing anything from there." She sits me back on the bed and takes out a length of rope. It takes my befuddled brain a few seconds to catch up, and I feel my face grow hot again. I'm not much of a rope bunny—we've only played with it a small handful of times—and I don't know what she has in store. She begins to wind the rope around my body, weaving and knotting until my arms are firmly tied behind my back, my ankles are tied together, and my breasts are tantalizingly framed by the rope. My head is swimming from the liquor she made me chug and the feeling of helpless arousal the rope has given me. She steps back to admire her handiwork.
"Very nice," she says, and I squirm, from both arousal and from forgetting that I can't move. She holds up a strip of cloth and considers it. "Yes, I think we will," she says, and then she leans forward to slip it in my mouth and tie it around my head.
"There," she says. "Marvelous!" She steps back again to admire me. I'd be admiring her right back if I weren't so focused on the feeling of being tied up and gagged. It feels...it feels...nice…
She sits down on the bed next to me and starts stroking my head. Every touch feels like heaven, sending my eyes rolling back into my head.
"Look at you," she coos. "So pretty, all tied up like this. A pretty little present, just for me."
I strain against my restraints, desperate for more, to show her how much I love her. But instead of giving me what I want, she stands up. I let out a whine.
"Don't worry, pet. I'll be right back," she promises. She disappears back into the closet and returns holding a small treasure chest that I know contains her—our—collection of toys. She rummages through it, picking out pieces and setting them down outside my line of sight. Another whine escapes my throat as I strain to see, earning me a sharp look. I obediently curl back in on myself to wait for her patiently.
She finishes taking out the toys she wants to use and then returns to me. She takes my tied-up body into her arms, disregarding the way I melt into her touch, and lays me face-down over her knee. I know exactly what's coming.
Smack!
I let out an involuntary moan. If I'd been facing her, I would have seen a spark flash in her eyes.
Smack!
I let out another moan. I'm not usually vocal during sex—I can’t stand the sound of my own voice—but something about the rope and the gag and the alcohol erasing my inhibitions...
Smack!
...make it so easy...
Smack!
...to let those sweet little sounds…
Smack!
escape my lips.
I don't bother to keep track of how many spanks I get. I wouldn't have been able to keep track even if I'd tried, what with the way my head is spinning.
Finally, she raises me off of her lap and rolls me onto the bed. She strokes the side of my face.
"You seemed to like that," she says.
I let out a sound that's meant to be a grunt but instead sounds like another moan.
"I was going to see if I could get you to make some noise, but it looks like I've already won that challenge," she says.
I try to lean into her touch, but she pulls away, and I whine in disappointment. She kisses my forehead, eliciting a pretty little sigh, and then stands up. She returns with a pair of nipple suckers. She dabs a bit of lube on each and attach them to my nipples, careful not to make them too tight. My eyes briefly slip shut as I let out another moan at the sensation, but I quickly open them again to see what she’s going to do next.
She reaches down between my legs and runs her finger between my labia, just one quick swipe, so fast that I don't have time start rocking my hips before it's gone, leaving me humping the bare air.
The room spins around me, her touch the only thing grounding me. She pulls out the riding crop, the one with the tickly feather duster on the other end. My brow furrows in confusion. Haven't I already been punished?
"Oh, we're not done yet," she says. She sets the crop down on the bed and takes up the blindfold, just a regular satin sleeping mask. She holds my head up so tenderly as she slips it over my eyes, shrouding my world in darkness. I feel her shift on the bed as she picks up the crop, and soon its feathers are dancing across my skin, leaving tickly tingles in its wake. I hum and giggle in giddy pleasure, enjoying the feeling, until suddenly those tingles stop and
Slap!
I yelp in surprise. But then the tingles return for a while until another
Slap!
elicits a muffled "mmph!"
This happens again and again. Every time I think I can anticipate the next slap! she changes her pace to maintain the element of surprise. My world soon narrows to the heady mix of pain and pleasure assaulting my bod, flooding my brain with endorphins and leaving me drooling from both ends.
Eventually, she sets the crop down and lifts the blindfold from my eyes. I blink in the sudden bright light, my eyes adjusting just in time to see her reach up and remove the suction cups from my nipples, sending the blood flowing back to them. My eyes slip shut as I’m lost in the sensation, but she doesn’t let me grow accustomed to it before she reaches in between my legs holding something pink and buzzing. She pushes my knees apart to press it to my clit, and I let out another moan, my body arching off the bed. Fuck.
She leaves it there, playing with the different settings on the vibe, sending waves of pleasure rolling through me. She moves the vibe from my clit to my entrance, nestling it just inside and watching my reactions. She uses her free hand to rub my clit, and I moan again. I languidly realize that my thoughts have slowed to a stop, the only things left in my brain the hazy, swimmy feeling from the alcohol and the relentless pleasure. She moves the vibe down to my perineum, and then to my asshole, making me jump. She leaves it there a few minutes, watching my muscles work at this unexpected stimulation, but she doesn't push it inside—that's one of my hard limits, though in the state I'm in, she could easily get me to beg her to fuck me in the ass. Then she removes the vibrator and sets it aside, and I let out a sigh, almost glad for the chance to catch my breath.
She disappears from my line of sight for a good while, leaving me to enjoy the pleasant, hazy spinning in my head and the remnants of pleasure kissing my skin, before returning with a new addition to her wardrobe—her strap-on harness mounted with her favorite dildo. She spreads my knees apart as far as they'll go with the rope still tying my ankles together and straddles me. The dildo sinks into my sopping cunt easily after how wet she's made me. I moan into the strip of cloth across my mouth as she begin to thrust, and soon, my entire body is thrumming with pleasure.
"You know, it's not about the dishes," she says calmly, as if she's not riding me with her strap. "It's about keeping your promises. Maintaining my trust so that I know I can count on you to keep your word." She looks me straight in the eye. "Can I trust you to keep your word?"
I nod, mumbling "uh huh" around the gag.
"Hmmm," she says thoughtfully, slowing her thrusts. "I don't know that you're in much of a state to be making promises. Maybe we should give your head a chance to clear..."
I frantically shake my head, desperate to please her. "No! No!" I shout, the word muffled and fuzzy behind the gag.
"What was that?" She asks, cupping her ear like she’s trying to hear me better. "I can't seem to hear you."
"I'll keep my word! I promise! She can trust me! Please, just let me cum!" I plead, but it comes out all messy and muffled.
She pulls out of me, eliciting a desperate whimper, and leans closer. "What?"
"I promise! I promise! I promise!" I shout, or rather, try to, tears leaking from my eyes in desperation.
She pulls down the gag, unlocking my voice after all this time. "One more time?"
"I promise I'll keep my word!" I shout. My voice seems unnaturally loud without the gag acting as a silencer, and it nearly startles me. But my need to cum is stronger than the embarrassment I feel at the sound of my voice. "You can trust me! Please! I'll do anything you ask! Just let me cum!" My lips feel clumsy and my words come out slurred. I feel out of control, like someone else is sitting in the driver's seat of my body.
She raises an eyebrow. "Anything?" she says. "I'm not asking for anything. I'm asking you to keep your promises."
"Always!" I say. Tears are streaming from my eyes and my nose is starting to run in a most un-sexy way. "I'll always keep my promises. Any promise you want." I know I'm babbling, but I'm too desperate to return that dildo to my aching cunt to care.
She laughs. "Oh, my sweet pet." She leans forward and grants me a kiss on the lips, so slow and sensual that for a moment I forget why I'm begging. She breaks the kiss and continues to lean over me, the dildo jutting out lewdly from her crotch, the most beautiful smile on her face. "You're so pretty like this, with your brains all scrambled," she strokes the side of my face and I shudder, "feeling oh-so-good and begging for more." She leans forward and kisses me again. "I could stay here all day, just enjoying how perfect you look."
The praise slides right past my brain, leaving only the prospect of being endlessly kept on the edge of orgasm and never being allowed to cum. A quiet whine escapes the back of my throat.
She chuckles. "But do you know what's even prettier than the way you look right now?"
I shake my head.
"The way you look when you're cumming." She finally slides the dildo back into my cunt and rides me again. I moan loudly, again startling myself with my newfound volume, as I rock my hips against hers, our bodies joining together in perfect harmony.
"Yes, that's it," she says, and I bite back another too-loud moan as I feel myself grow closer to orgasm. She frowns and slows down.
"We can't have that," she says. She stops and reaches over to pull the gag back into my mouth. She adjusts it to make sure that it'll stay put and sit back. "There. How's that?" She doesn’t wait for an answer before resuming her thrusts.
I resume mine, too. When another moan escapes from my lips, it feels so much more natural, all nice and muffle-y, and that makes it so much easier to keep moaning.
"Much better," she says, increasing her thrusts. My thrusts begin to falter from the spinning in my head and so much overwhelming pleasure, so she grabs my hips and guides them for me. All of a sudden, my pleasure builds to impossible heights before finally crashing over me, pure, distilled, and potent. My whole body begins to shake and my vision blanks out, and on some hazy level, I'm aware of her soothing voice praising me for cumming so good before the pleasure overwhelms me completely and the world falls silent.
***
I guess I must have blacked out, because the next thing I know, she’s lying on the bed next to me, petting my hair and cooing sweet nothings into my ear.
"That's it. Come back to me now," she says as my eyes blink open. I realize the gag is gone when I feel a straw at my mouth, and I drink from it greedily.
"Careful, now. Don't make yourself sick," she says, and I try to slow down. When I'm done, she sets the water aside and drops a kiss to my temple. "Are you ready to be untied?"
I nod.
She gently turns me over and starts undoing the knots. First those at my ankles, then the ones at my wrists, then she unwraps the rest of the rope from my chest. I begin to move my stiff limbs, wincing as my arms start to regain feeling after being stuck underneath my body for too long. Maybe next time we should try something that pins them to my sides instead.
"What can I get you to eat?" she asks me. "We can't really cook anything, but I can order in from wherever you want."
I look up at you, my eyes still wide and adoring and full of shame. "I'm sorry about the dishes."
She smooths my hair back. "Hush. There's nothing left to worry about." She holds up her phone. "Now, should I order sushi or shawarma?"
I give her my answer, and she puts in our usual order. Then we cuddle together as we wait for the food to arrive, she continuing to pet my hair and give me sips of water and make sure I don't need any ice for my bruises. I snuggle into her, feeling sleepy and sated and deliciously sore, my heart full to bursting from having a girlfriend who would make me feel so good. When the food arrives, she brings it to our room so that I don't have to move, and she feeds it to me, bite by bite, until I take it and feed the rest to myself. And then she asks me to drink some more water before I fall fast asleep in her arms.
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Last night I had a dream (that should have been hot but unfortunately was not) that had something to do with the owner of a convenience store luring in young people to get them drunk and make them do naked obstacle courses...I might do something with this idea
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guyssirhink being crossedis actuallymynatural state.like crossedand needy and desperateandhorny and thoughtless allthings i amin mt naturalstate.i haventtouched allnight buti feel likeim right on theedhe ime wet and pilsing likecraxy inneed ittt. !!!!
