thing whos druuuunk

Maybe she is just inexperienced with alcohol. She’d tried it in high school a few times and didn’t really like it. She was always judgmental of the girls who got too drunk at parties, she thought she was better than that.

When you started dating her you realized right away what a perfect little submissive she was. She loved to be used, dressed up like a pretty little thing. She liked following orders, but sometimes she was a little too bratty for her own good.

At first you tried spanking her, but she liked that too much, it just made her misbehave more. You were having a beer one night, and she wouldn’t stop whining for attention, interrupting the movie you were watching. You handed her your beer, and told her to drink, and she did it without question. You liked watching that. She grimaced at the taste of it, she really didn’t like beer, and you laughed.

It was enough that you could tell she felt it, just a little. She wasn’t used to drinking after all, and she drank it fast. You liked that, and went to the kitchen to get a bottle.

You could tell by the way she squirmed that she was excited by it, even though she was nervous. You poured her a shot, and ordered her to drink it. She refused at first, but you knew she was teasing you, and so for every time she didn’t obey orders you poured another shot for her. Finally, she relented, and with a huffy whine she drank the first shot. You laughed at her again as her face twisted at the taste. But she downed each shot like a good girl, and within a few minutes she was a drunk mess. The alcohol soaking into her brain, leaving her swaying in her seat.

“Do you feel better now?” You asked her, taking her chin in your hand. Her eyes were unfocused, and she hiccuped once before pushing your hand away.

“I don’t have to do what you say,” she said, in her most petulant tone. You grinned at the challenge, and pressed the bottle to her lips. You didn’t even have to give the order, she lifted the bottle and drank, swallowing as much of the liquor as she could, almost emptying it. She started to put it down, but you stopped her with one hand, and she obeyed, her eyes widening slightly with realization and she kept drinking, finishing the bottle.

There was a slight fear in her eyes, and you knew she was thinking about how much alcohol she had just consumed, for the first time in her life. She didn’t know what to expect. She put the bottle down unsteadily, nervous, and you told her what a good girl she was, for obeying so well. She smiled at you, as you pulled her into your lap, wrapping your arms around her. You could feel the change in her body when the alcohol hit her, her limbs softening, becoming heavier, and her head lolling back into you.

“Oh fuck,” she barely whispered, voice low, as the feeling of being this drunk soaked into her.

they gotta get fucked up to get out of their head and stop worrying about whether they’re acting Like A Person. stop masking so meticulously when drunk. really happy to have an excuse to be acting “Weird” and letting go of embarrassment to just be flushed and grinning and goofy

trail off in the middle of infodumping and you are never hearing how that explanation ends cuz their hazy brain has fully lost the plot. but will get stuck on one nonsense topic forever.

Hrmmm.. kinda bored.. lemme have a drink

*click*

Oooo nice, hrm, maybe another

*click*

Hehehe.. mayyybe one mmore..

*click*

*hic* Mayabe andotherr?

*click*

*hiccgurp* iguessh onnse mmorre cosuskrnt dhurt?

*click*

*click*

Mommy says bark and you say “Arf!” and *click* and the booze floods your brain

As you get more and more *click*s your brain gets fuzzier and you get less and less inhibited about what you’ll do for the next click

Eventually you’re brain dead drooling on the floor with your tits out “rolling over” for mommy.

But she jumps at the opportunity. She sits even closer to me, puts her hand high on my thigh and starts rubbing it, acting like nothing about the situation has changed. She starts breathing into my neck and nosing at the back of my ear and murmuring about how cute I am and how she’s so sure I’d be so good for her. She knows I’ve been worried about having sex with her because it’s my first time but maybe I am feeling up to it, since I’ve clearly relaxed so much. And I’m so high off of her praise and oblivious to my drunkenness making me impressionable and so eager to be good for her that I just nod along and tell her to do whatever she wants.

Tw: inappropriate boss/employee relationship, cnc

You walk into your boss’s office without knocking and catch her hitting a vape pen.

You freeze in the doorway. She sees you and starts, looking sheepish. There’s a moment of silence before she speaks.

“Alright, come in, close the door behind you.”

You obey and cross to her desk, passing over the report you came to drop off. She pages through it, pen still in hand, not meeting your eyes.

“I hope you can forgive me. The directors meeting was stressful today. We all have our vices, don’t we?” She glances at you and you nod, afraid if you speak your voice will crack and reveal how horny the slight of the pen in her mouth made you.

what's that?

are you pawing at mommy for a reason, or are you just being silly? do you— oh, baby. mommy knows what you want. hold on. be patient, and mommy will get you your treat; you were so good today, sweetie, so i think you deserve a little bit of comfort.

... you don't want a treat right now? do you want mommy to get you something else?

oh, that's what treat you want. look at you, pawing at mommy's tits like you own the place; where are your manners, sweetheart? if this wasn't your reward, maybe mommy would scold you.

aww, puppy, don't whine at me. do you remember how to latch, or does mommy have to help you?

you remember? look at you! mommy's so proud of you, suckling so nicely. you were made to love mommy's body, weren't you.