CatboyLevi

We’re hiding in your old room while visiting your parents. You said you wanted to show me something, but the moment you close the door and I see that flush on your face, I know exactly what you’re really after.

I immediately pin you against the wall, trapping you just inches from the door, while my hand slides straight to your bulge and rubs it firmly through the fabric. When I pull down your pants and see how incredibly hard you are, I feel the urge to tease you.

I slip my fingers into your mouth, pressing deep to stifle the obscene moans you’re about to let out.

"Stay perfectly still and don't make a sound". I whisper, taunting you as I move my hand. "Because if you bite my fingers or try to complain, I’m opening that door. Let’s see how you explain to your family that their 'manly' son has his pants down and is moaning like a shameless slut"

I feel your body shudder, and you get even harder against my fingers

Oh, wait... did the thought of us getting caught turn you on that much? You’re such a pervert ♡

That's why I'm putting it to a vote. The three of us are going to settle this fair and square. Me. The fun you... the soft, stupid, eager little slut I've trained. And the boring you. The stuffy, serious, normal version who still thinks there's still a way out.

So let me ask the fun you: "Should we keep going? Should we make you even dumber than you already are?"

Of course you don't even hesitate. Your eyes go wide and you nod so fast, practically whimpering. You tell me you love how foggy your brain gets. Love that you don't have to think anymore. Love how every new trigger makes you wetter and stupider and happier. You beg me to keep breaking you. Say please make me worse. Please make it permanent.

Now I'll ask the boring you that same question. The one who's still trapped in there watching all this happen.

Of course they scream no. They beg and plead and try to remind you of who you used to be. How smart you were. How much control you had. How none of this was ever supposed to happen. Honestly they have a solid case, but boring you is outvoted two to one. Funny how it always works out that way.

So it looks like we're keeping you on the path, slut. We're going to keep draining your thoughts, melting your brain, turning you into an even simpler, hornier, more obedient toy. Every time you drop, every new trigger, every time I use you, we're voting again. And the result is always going to be the same.

Oh, you do! Look at you whining... yes, you want that mindless bliss so badly, don't you?

So do it. Shove it in your hole.

Aww, you're scared of the helplessness? The vulnerability? Just how easy it would be for me to take advantage and do anything I want while you writhe in thoughtless pleasure?

You already chose, you know. No, not today when you picked that dildo out of all the toys you could have picked. No, you chose back when you let me make it irresistible.

So take your time. Be scared. Put on this little show for me. You know that dildo is going to be inside you, taking your thoughts away, draining your will eventually. While I do whatever I want with you.

You chose this a long time ago.

Or maybe I chose it for you.

Not that it matters at this point.