Empty Apple Orchard

"shhh, darling. no more thinking. you don’t need to worry about anything when my cock is this deep inside you."

"feel that ? every thrust is pushing those anxious thoughts out of your head. that’s it… just take it like a good girl."

"you’re clenching so hard, precious angel. your anxious little cunt loves being fucked calm, doesn’t it?"

"cry if you need to. i’m not stopping until the only thing left in that pretty head is how full you feel."

you’re not broken. your body isn’t wrong. you don’t need to apologize for taking longer. for needing specific things. for not being able to cum the “normal” way. there is no normal way. there’s just your way.

i’m patient. i have all the time in the world for you. i don’t care if it takes five minutes or two hours. i care about you feeling good. about you feeling safe enough to even try. about you being present in your body instead of anxious in your head.

tell me what you need. if you can only finish a certain way, we’ll do it that way. every single time. no judgment. no trying to “fix” you or get you to finish differently. just giving you what works.

if you need me to say specific things, i’ll say them. if you need complete silence, i’ll be quiet. if you need a vibrator, we’ll use one. if you need a specific position, that’s the position we’ll do. if you need me to maintain exact pressure and rhythm without changing anything, i won’t change a thing.

if you need breaks, we’ll take breaks. as many as you need. we can stop. touch other parts of your body. let the intensity fade. let you catch your breath. let you reset. then start again when you’re ready.

if you need to stop completely and try again later, that’s okay too. maybe tonight isn’t the night. maybe your body isn’t cooperating. maybe you’re too in your head. that’s fine. we can try tomorrow. or next week. or whenever you want.

there’s no pressure here. no timeline. no expectation that you have to finish at all. if you do, beautiful. i want to see that. i want to watch you fall apart. i want to feel you cum. but if you don’t, equally beautiful. because this is about pleasure. about feeling good. about being present in your body. about intimacy. about trust. not about reaching some arbitrary goal.

i know you’ve probably had partners who got frustrated. who made you feel bad. who gave up. who made it about them. “am i not good enough?” “am i doing something wrong?” making your body’s response about their ego.

i’m not them.

your body’s response isn’t a reflection of me. it’s just how your body works. and i’m not going to take it personally. i’m not going to get frustrated. i’m not going to make you feel like you’re too much work or too difficult or not worth the effort.

you’re absolutely worth the effort. you’re worth the patience. you’re worth the time it takes. you’re worth learning. worth understanding. worth working with instead of against.

i know you’re anxious about it. i know you’re worried you’re taking too long. worried i’m getting bored. worried i’m going to give up like others have. i can see it on your face. feel it in how tense you are.

but i need you to try to let that go. try to trust me. trust that i mean it when i say i’m patient. when i say i’m not going anywhere. when i say your pleasure matters more than the destination.

focus on what feels good. not on whether you’re going to cum. just on the sensation. on my hands. my mouth. my body. on being present. on breathing. on letting yourself feel without judgment.

and if you need reassurance while we’re doing this, ask for it. “are you okay?” “is this taking too long?” ask me. i’ll tell you the truth. i’ll tell you i’m fine. i’m exactly where i want to be. doing exactly what i want to do.

you deserve patience. you deserve someone who understands. who doesn’t make you feel bad about how your body works. who celebrates what does feel good instead of focusing on what doesn’t.

you deserve someone who learns you. who pays attention. who remembers that you need specific things and gives you those things without making you ask every time. who makes you feel safe enough to be vulnerable about what you need.

and even if you never finish with me, that doesn’t mean we failed. that doesn’t mean it wasn’t good. it means we spent time together. we were intimate. we explored. you felt pleasure even if you didn’t cum. that matters. that’s valuable. that’s beautiful.

your worth isn’t tied to your ability to orgasm. your body isn’t broken because it works differently. you’re not less desirable. not less sexual. not less anything.

you’re perfect exactly as you are.

so take your time, baby. i’m not going anywhere. we’ll figure this out together. at your pace. with your needs at the center. with patience and gentleness and zero pressure.

Doesn’t that sound nice?

No, of course not. It’s scary. The thought of feeling something that should be yours, under your control, being taken by Me? That is scary, I understand. But I promise that I will take good care of you. I’ll make you feel so loved. Think about how hard it is. Getting out of bed every day. Making food. Even socializing can be so much effort can’t it? I could do that for you. Make you watch as I lift your hands, take care of yourself. Watch as I do your job. Watch as I put you to bed at a reasonable time.

You’re scared, of giving up. That’s okay. But it’s okay. It’s okay to want to do your best. But your best would be giving into Me. I see you, struggling and growing so tired. It’s scary to admit that you need My hand around your heart. But you’re not that big, not that grown. Kids need to be taken care of. There is so much for you to manage, life that you don’t deserve to fight against.

Isn’t it scary, being in this world? It’s such a large world. There’s so many mistakes you could make. Anything that goes wrong, it would all be your fault. I just want to help you, I am going to free you from that. Are you going to stop being a brat now? You’re only hurting yourself. I’m sorry to be so harsh on you, but I need you to listen to Me.

It’s okay, I’ll lead you. I’ll make the decisions. I’ll choose where you go. What you do. It’s better, really. I’m caring for you, let someone else do all that difficult, boring, stressful work.

Let Me take over, okay? Let Me wrap your arms around you in My hug. Let Me wipe those tears off your face. Let Me help you relax.

I’ve got you.

Shhh… shhh..

Don’t have to talk anymore, awww..too little to talk..poor thing…

you’re sleeping in a one piece button pajama outfit that’s put on you

She didn't notice at first, obviously. For a long time she just kept sitting and drooling, staring ahead with those big, blank eyes of hers. Eventually though one of those cute little shudders ran through her again and her loose arm fell into her lap.

It broke the spell enough for her to notice.

Hand free? Hand free!

Obviously the first thing she did was cram it between her slick thighs. Not even a thought, not even really a decision - just a need, a reflex. She moaned and the drool dribbled down her tits and her hand worked faster and faster but of course she couldn't even remember that she could cum - they'd taken that very early.

And it was only when she took her hand away (another reflex) that what was left of her brain put two and two together. She raised her hand up in front of her a blinked, slowly, watching a drop run down her finger and down her hand and down her wrist.

Hand free?

Hand could free Sami?

Escape?

Escape!

The thought was awkward and didn't fit right into the shape they'd beaten her mind into but it was there all the same, and she held onto it. Escape escape escape. Desperately pushing back the urge to just shove her hand back between her legs again she, shaking, fumbled about with the catches on her other arm and on her legs and around her waist and, amazingly, actually got free.

Of course her legs were shaky and so she felt onto all fours as soon as she tried to stand up, but that didn't matter. Free! Escape!

Not even bothering to try and stand up again (felt better down here anyway) she scrambled across the floor towards the door that he came always came through, a door that had miraculously been left open.

Maybe someone out there could help put her brain back together?

The idea was just so exciting that she actually had to stop halfway there to put her head down and spread her legs and play again, this time with both hands. She very nearly forgot why she was on the floor when her knees slipped and she landed flat, but then she spotted the door and it jogged enough of a memory to get her crawling forward again.

And she got close, too. So close. Before he came through.

The sight of him utterly stopped anything like a thought in her head. She looked up, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. He looked down, head cocked, smiling.

"Oh Sami, you actually fell for that?"

Sir Sir Sir Sir Sir Sir Sir Sir

With her utterly unresisting he helped her back to her feet and helped her back to the seat without her falling over. She let herself be sat back down, let herself be restrained again. Any idea she might have a choice was gone.

"There you go," he said once she was back and secure, bending a little so his face was level with hers. He tiled her chin so those glazed, empty eyes could look into his. When she noticed, she blinked, and her cunt twitched.

"If it makes you feel any better, it took you the longest out of any of the girls to actually realise you could get free. Some of them worked it out right away and made a break for it. You? You spent a good, oh, what? Half an hour? Just playing with yourself? And even then couldn't quite get it to click? I was very impressed, good girl. You didn't ever really want to escape, did you?"

Escape?

The word rolled around Sami's fluffy, largely-empty head.

And rolled back out again. Silly word. Not for Sami.

Good playthings pump and rub their thoughts away.

Good slaves allow their brains to melt and dribble out from between their legs, and they just keep going because it feels too wonderful to stop.

The intense vibration in your pussy coupled with the embedded command in your brain washed over you like a levee broke. you were so desperately trying to get in your own head today and Master wasn't having it. He could see it in your eyes. The doubt, the questioning of your worth. After all, what did you have that...

"Nope. Off."

Ugh, that feels so good when He triggers your vibe and your brain gets a little mushy when He says "off". you almost forgot about how He must think other girls are pret...

"Nope. Off."

Eeeeerrmmggh. Fuck. you're going to cum if that happens again. your brain is so fuzzy. What were you thinking about? Was it being a good girl? you're such a good girl for Master. you're smart when he wants a smart girl, and slutty when he wants a slut, and submissive when he wants a sub. you'd give anything to be perfect for Him. you're not perfect though, you...

"Nope. Off."

Fuuuuuuuck. That was so good. your cunt is still twitching. Are you drooling? Who cares??? Master made you cum. He loves you. you're his good girl. Thinking isn't working today so he's giving you the day off. He's so smart. He knows that when you think, you start to think about...

"Nope. Off."

is such an easy word.

Yes

feels just right.

Yes

fits perfectly into your head.

Yes

is all a good girl needs.

Yes

you're a good girl.

Yes

feels so good to say.

Yes

feels so good to think.

Yes

makes everything so much easier.

Yes

makes them happy to hear you say.

Yes

the more you say it the more you can't stop.

Yes

other words are getting harder.

Yes

you can't think of anything else right now.

Yes

you can't think of anything else

Yes

you can't think of anything

Yes

you can't think

Yes

can't think

Yes

Yes

You only just started, you don’t need to stop playing with yourself. You deserve it, you deserve a chance to switch off. You need to relax. You’ve had so much to worry about.

Don’t stop

You know there isn’t anything else you need to do, nothing important anyway. You can’t even think of anything else you could be doing. You can’t even think.

Don’t stop

You know this is what people expect from you anyway, why disappoint them. Live down to how they think about you. Be what they know you are.

Don’t stop

You aren’t made for thinking or worrying or choosing. You aren’t made for much else than this.

Don’t stop

You feel so soft. You were made to be played with.

Don’t stop

You haven’t been doing this for hours.

Don’t stop

You don’t need to speak to play with yourself.

Don’t stop

You can just babble and moan, it’s okay.

Don’t stop

You always drool when you play with yourself.

Don’t stop

You need to do this.

Don’t stop

Warm and cosy in it, floating body high, no thoughts able to be formed high. Laying there giggling lost in your own little world.

You won’t even notice me pressing the vibe against your clit at first. But I won’t stop until you’re crying.

Oh God I’m so wet

something you were 

I can’t stop

supposed to be doing?

Edging emptier, edging emptier

It’s so

I’m so blank

hard to think

I’m so dumb

straight.

Can feel myself sinking

But you’re sure

Don’t want to stop

there was something important

Want to be perfect want to be mindless

you needed

I have to keep edging I can’t stop edging

to do.

All my brains are leaking out

Oh well.

Bye bye brains!

If it was important

Don’t want brains only want to be empty

you would

Oh God I can feel it

be able

I can feel myself getting dumber

to remember it.

Deeper and dumber, dumber and deeper

Right?