There you are

The thing is, if you're laughing at them while inside of them, they are too fuzzy-brained to conceptualize the immediate consequences of being indignant about your laughter.

When I slide in and my sub immediately has its eyes roll up into its head and grabs the sheets with a death grip, I cant help but laugh at the pathetic little thing. I am kind enough to let them look up at me with the grumpiest expression they can manage and let them start saying "hey dont laugh at m- oooooh fuuuuuck"

And I let out another small laugh and pause once more to let them regain enough composure to attempt bratting before slowly thrusting in again.

As frustrating as it is for the sub, and as much fun as it is to force-interrupt their sentences by moving slightly - I will admit I am usually the one to lose patience first and decide to stop letting them think at all.

It's obviously important to me to laugh at how much pleasure I can give my sub so easily, and then prove that they cannot do anything to stop me even if they wanted to.

Like, what if I want you messy while trying to get ready for the day?

But did you really have to add soundtracks from fucking shadow of the colossus to your sex playlist?

Drinking the tea

Watching the tea being stirred

Watching the steam coming off the tea in spirals

You invite me over to have a cup of tea with you. Knowing full well you've put that special hypnotic drug in the tea, you hand me my cup. I smile and say thank you, politely at you. Still none the wiser and blow on it gently. It smells sweeter than usual. Probably some sort of fancy tea I've never tried before. I take a sip. You look up from your regular cup of tea smiling at me. Trying to act natural, you don't want me to know what you've done yet. But you know, it's only a matter of time now before I find out.

My eyes flutter a little. Why is my head so dizzy all of a sudden. I guess I'm just hungry, maybe dehydrated. My eyes start growing heavier. My head continues to spin circles as I place the cup down on the table, hand shaking slightly. You ask me what's wrong and I say, "oh nothing, I think I'm just a little umm, well, tired. I guess I must not have slept well." At this stage the room is spinning. My eyes are barely staying open as my head starts to grow heavy. My body limp. I can barely stay conscious. Through the fuzzy haze glazing over my eyes I thought I saw you smirk as you take my hand in yours. Patting it gently, so reassuring.