A Bull's Blog

“Making you think all sorts of naughty thoughts, hmm?”

“...yes…”

“Say ‘Yes Sir’.”

“Y-yes, S-Sir.”

“Better. Come on over here and sit down, that’s it, just sit on my lap, good girl. Now, I can guess what some of those naughty thoughts are. You’re thinking about being helpless, aren’t you? Hmm? Weak? Thinking about me taking advantage of you and being too weak and too girl to do anything about it? Yes?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Of course you are. That’s normal, that’s girly, and since you’re a girl it’s only normal you’d think that. That’s normal. And if you tried not to think about it, it’d only make it worse. If you tried not to think about it those butterflies would get stronger and you’d just feel weaker and weaker until you couldn’t think about anything else at all. And that’s happened, hasn’t it?”

“Y-yes…”

“Yes?”

“Yes S-Sir…”

“That’s okay, Poppy, that’s okay. No use fighting it now, is there? It’s too late. You’re girly, you’re weak, and you’re helpless, and this is normal. So just sit here, on my lap, enjoy being in my arms, relax, and let me be in control, hmm? Sir knows best, yes?”

“Sir knows best…”

“Exactly. I know what’s best for you, and since you’re just a weak, helpless, girly girl, you couldn’t even stop me even if you wanted to, could you? You can’t stop me, can you, Poppy?”

“No…”

“No you can’t, and that’s good. Now, I’m going to take this hand of mine, this hand here, and I’m going to bring it up, and I’m just going to give you a nice, light, little tap on the temple - like that, see? I’ve just knocked a thought loose. A useless thought, you don’t need to worry about it. It’s something you won’t miss. And now it’s loose I can just pluck it out - like this - and pull it away and flick it into the air and, poof, off it goes, there it goes. Bye bye, thought, off it goes.”

“Bye…bye…?”

“Exactly, good girl. You didn’t need it anyway. You don’t need most of the thoughts in there, I think, and I know best. So let’s get rid of a few more, hmm? Tap tap. Ah, knocked a good few loose, that time. I’ll just take those. Pluck and pluck and pluck. All gone, see? You feel better already, don’t you?”

“I feel…”

“Shh, shh, don’t think about it too much. I’m in charge, remember? You feel better, I’m telling you you feel better, and so you do. Have a little kiss, just on the neck here. There, better?”

“Better…”

“All the best girls have empty heads, and you want to be the best, don’t you, Poppy? You’ll be the best little girl for me, just have to keep emptying you out. Opinions, ideas, all this clutter. Just taking it all away, one little bit at a time. Hmm, you should take your shirt off, you know.”

“Yes Sir”

“Good girl. Bra too. Good girl. Yes, you’re a very pretty girl, Poppy, and that’s good. That’s all that matters, that’s all that matters to you. All you need to worry about is being pretty. Don’t need to worry about being smart or talented or capable or any of that - just pretty. It’s all that matters. Yes?”

“Pretty…all that…matters…”

“That’s it, good girl. Shift about on my lap, face me, legs apart, that’s it, straddling. Good girl. Look at me. That’s it, good girl. I’m going to just put my hands here, on your head, and you’re going to look into my eyes and I am going to tell you some facts, okay? Some facts about you? The things I’m going to tell you are true, okay? You can’t deny them, they’re true. Okay?”

“Okay, Sir…”

“You’ve always been stupid, Poppy. You’ve never been smart. And that’s good, you like that. You’ve never wanted to be a smart girl. Smart girls are boring, you know that. You’re happy being simple and stupid. And a slut. That’s another important thing about you, Poppy: you’re a cock-crazy, horny, needy little slut. You try to hide it, of course, but it still slips out. You can’t help it, because it’s who you are. You’re stupid, and you’re a slut. These are facts.”

“F-facts…”

“The facts can fit in nice and snug and safe since I made room for them, taking out all those other things you didn’t need. A good girl doesn’t think, she just has her facts. They help her remember who she is when everything gets too much. A girl’s facts are important!”

“Facts… important…”

“Good girl, I’m glad you remember. I was a little worried lately you were starting to forget your facts, but I’m happy to see I was worried over nothing. You remember that you’re a stupid slut, you remember that you’re a pathetic horny little girl who gets wet when she does what’s she’s told. You remember you’re just holes and tits. How could you forget that? How could I think you could?”

“Nnh… I…”

“Too many words, isn’t it? Poor girl. Just say ‘Yes Sir’.”

“Yes Sir…”

“There, much better. The words don’t really matter, Poppy. Words are hard anyway. What matters is just sinking. Sinking into that lovely, fluffy feeling where there’s no thoughts or anything difficult. Just Sir, and Sir’s voice telling you what you need to know and what you need to do. Much better. Much safer.”

“Safe…”

“Sir will keep you safe, don’t you worry Poppy. Safe and happy and stupid.”

“Stupid…”

“And because you’re stupid and a slut that’s why you know you have to listen to Sir and do as he says, because he’s smarter than you, he knows better than you, and he’s got a cock. A lot of men have cocks, in fact, but you know that Sir’s is the best for you. It’s the one you dream about, and the one you’d do anything for.”

“Anything…”

“It’s the one that’s making you drool, right now.”

“D-d-drool…”

“It’s the one you’re going to get onto your knees and suck, right now.”

“Yes…Sir…”

“Good girl. Hands behind your back, that’s it. You hold still a second for me. Tilt your face up a bit. There you go. Just resting this on your face. Aww, you’re whining Poppy! I know it’s a bit of a tease but I’ve always wanted to see you like this. It definitely suits you, you know. Kneeling, Sir’s cock resting on your face. How did I ever think you were smart? Tsch. I have a lot to make up for.”

“Nnnhhh… Sir… please…”

“Alright, okay. Enough teasing. You’ve been very good for me, so of course you get a treat. Kneel up straight, mouth open. There you go. Good girl. Such a good girl.”

“Mmmpphh…”