𝖘𝖆𝖌𝖊 ⸝⸝ ⛧

It's sad seeing you waste your potential like that.

You're wasting it on worrying

Wasting it on stressing about life

The truth is you don't need to think about any of that

Your true potential lies elsewhere

It lies in being a good mindless toy

There’s no preamble, there’s no talking, you can’t see my face behind the ski mask I have on, but you still scream when I reach down and begin to grab at your tits, squeezing the soft flesh that I now own. I begin to play with your nipples, rolling them on my fingers and pinching and pulling them as they harden into still peaks in my hands. You’re sensitive, if the way you’re trying not to moan is any indication. I pinch harder, listening to you scream and shake your head as I continue my assault on your sensitive tits. I reach for the clamps I have on the table and firmly attach them to your stiff nipples, tightening them tight enough to pull a muffled cry from you. They look lovely like this, and I switch my touch to something, light and teasing, relishing in the way your eyes flutter as your slutty body betrays you.

I move around the table to see what’s going on between your legs. It’s just as I thought, your vulnerable little pussy is puffy and shiny, dripping from my treatment of your nipples. I spread open your lips with two fingers, ignoring your muffled “no” as I pull to expose your clit to the open air. Is it humiliating? Being held open like this so I can see? I circle your clit with one finger, pressing and rubbing the little bud enough to pull an unwilling moan from you. I keep rubbing you faster, watching your bound thighs twitch and the frantic way you shake your head and screw your eyes shut. I continue my assault on your clit, watching your slutty holes clench and pulse. Don’t worry, it’ll get filled. They both will be stuffed and stretched to point that you’re completely broken.

Until then, I'd been guided to complete stillness and thought it was a "rule" to keep myself from scratching an itch, moving an uncomfortable part of my body, or just stimming/fidgeting as needed.

Now, I give myself perpetual permission to move as much as needed while remaining deep in trance.