bunny

“Look at you… Not a single thought in that brain.” You were staring into their eyes. They looked so good like this, above you. They laughed. “It’s okay. You don’t need a thought. You just need to be my good, mindless, blank plaything. Isn’t that right?” They asked.

Their hand on your chin nodded your head for you, agreeing. The slight motion shook your mind deeper into foggy haziness. “Still, I’m sure you want to be a good toy for me, don’t you?” Their hand nodded your chin again. “Well, I know how you can be good for me…”

They pointed to the top of the bed. “Lay down.” You moved, your body feeling like it was being dragged by unseen strings, a puppet to their power. They were stripping off, and once they had, they moved up the bed. “Good toy. So obedient, so eager to please.”

Your mouth opened, eagerly. You knew what was coming next. They straddled your head, their thighs around your ears, and they tilted their hips, angling themselves so they were just out of reach of your tongue. “Ah, ah, ah, toy. I didn’t say to start yet.”

One of their hands grabbed your forehead. “I want you to want this. I want you to need this.” You did want it; you did need it. Pleasing them, pleasuring them, was what you lived for, in these moments. Head empty, ready to serve. You heard them laugh. “What a good toy you are.”

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And while he’s busy he gave you one simple rule: rub your cunt until he says stop. So you keep going. Your clit so sensitive it feels like it’s vibrating on its own. Coated in your own juices, dripping onto the floor, drifting in and out of a haze of exhaustion and overstimulation. You want to beg him to let you cum, or just to let you rest, but you know better.

You’re just background noise to him. A sex toy he left running while he focuses on things too complicated for you to understand. So you keep those fingers moving, because you’re his good little fuck doll.

With my last thoughts before abruptly going to bed being mantras like "Obedience is pleasure" and "I am just a toy" , my brain seems to latch on to those a lot more thoroughly than it does while I am awake, reprogramming me deeply, even as I sleep.

My dreams in this state (if I have any) are very hypnotic in nature, filled with spirals, pretty words and obedience, no doubt influenced by the events of that previous day.

Add the whole morning grogginess and arousal that we all typically experience and the feeling that you get as you wake up is very confusing and insanely mesmerizing >_<