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The back of the garden was just a touch overgrown. Not wild, but enough things might have been able to hide and enough she had to push a few things out of the way. The rustling was continuing, and now she’d got to the back she could see it, too. Right in the corner. Crouching, still curious, she brushed some undergrowth aside.

It was a tentacle. A small one, sure, but a tentacle all the same, growing inconspicuously there in the garden. 

This wasn’t as big of a surprise as some might expect. She was aware that they existed, after all. If you didn’t keep them under control they could be nasty, sure, but that’s why everyone kept them under control and took care of them when they found them. A small wild one? At worst they could be a fair threat for the unprepared, but usually they amounted to little more than a nuisance, and nowadays the novelty had long-since worn off.

She’d never actually seen one before though, not in real life. The pictures had always made them look exciting and interesting and a little scary, all lunging, whipping tentacles and stuff. This one was tiny, maybe a little over a foot, maybe just under two, and wasn’t doing much of anything. Just one tentacle languidly waving in the air, side to side.

Side to side…

Shaking her head she looked away, biting her lip. That was how they got you, or one of the ways. The swaying. She’d seen videos of that, too, of girls entranced by the waving, swaying tentacles, losing track of where they were, not noticing what was about to happen to them, not even seeming to notice when it did happen to them. At least, not straight away.

With lots of tentacles all swaying all at once the effect could be overpowering. With one it didn’t seem too strong. If anything it had been quite nice. Calming, relaxing. Very easy to just watch. Side to side, side to side.

Side to side…

They really didn’t seem so bad. And besides what could this one do to her, really? Wasn’t like it was big enough to grab her or anything. And there was only one tentacle, too, not a whole nest. Basically harmless. Not a threat. Not dangerous. She didn’t need to worry, she thought. She was safe.

She should get closer, she thought.

Moving in she knelt down carefully, tucked her hair behind her ears, and had a closer look. Odd little thing. Odd how it moved side to side, side to side. Fluid, smooth. So relaxing to watch. This wasn’t so bad. This was good. It was good to watch it. She was safe. It was safe to watch it.

Now that she was closer she spotted something. A tiny little hole on the tip, and a tiny little droplet just forming there, on the tip. As she watched, the movement - side to side, side to side - made the droplet slide from the tip and run all the way to the base. For some reason seeing this made her gut swoop.

She wondered what it tasted like…

That thought made her jolt. What was she doing? She couldn’t honestly have even considered doing that, could she? Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. Could it?

Daisy was still staring as it went side to side, side to side.

She was safe. Maybe it wasn’t good, but so what? She was safe. It was fine. Just a taste wouldn’t hurt. Just a little bit. She got a tiny drop on her finger, that’d be fine. Just one taste and that’d be it. She put the finger in her mouth.

It was good, it was so good. She didn’t know what she’d expected but this was a thousand times better than anything she could have imagined. She wanted more. She needed more. Dropping down onto all fours she took the gently waving thing delicately in one hand and guided it into her mouth. The moment it passed her lips it pulsed, and a shot of the same sweet stuff went right down her throat. Her eyes widened, then rolled back.

Good. So good. This wasn’t dangerous. Harmless. Just a plant. She was in control.

Which was why she decided to dig it up and put it in a pot, and take it inside. It was nice to look at, so why not? Wasn’t a big pot, wouldn’t grow too much. It was fine. She put it in the kitchen but later wanted it in her bedroom. That was her choice. It just made the room look nicer there, with the swaying. Side to side.

Side to side.

Eventually, the idea popped into her head that it would be good to put the pot next to her bed. After all, it was safe. It was just a plant. She thought this was a good idea. She thought it was her idea. And so when she went to sleep that night, she did so with the plant right by her pillow.

It was so nice going to sleep just watching it sway like that. So relaxing. No matter how bad of a day Daisy had had, watching it just made it all go away. Made all her thoughts go away. Left her so happy. Blank, almost. Blank and empty. It felt so nice. Sometimes she even went to bed earlier than usual, just to watch it. Which was fine, that was normal. She just wanted to relax. She was safe.

Once or twice it would try reaching from the pot towards her. That stuff from the tip would dribble across the parts of the bed it could reach. Sometimes - quite a lot of times - Daisy would catch some of it on her fingers. She didn’t like to see it wasted. It was so good. Once or twice she moved closer so the tip could actually reach her, and put her lips to it. It was just a plant. She was in control.

Before too long she had to move it into a bigger pot. It needed to grow. And it did. The thing was bigger now, longer. Long enough to curl right out and start poking at her lips while she lay in bed, even without her moving closer. When she first started waking up with that delicious, sticky stuff all over her mouth in the mornings she’d be confused, and it took her far longer than it should have to work it out, and by then it had grown even longer.

She’d wake up with the thing coiled loosely about her neck and halfway down her throat. How she didn’t choke to death she had no idea, not that she cared all that much. It was hard to care. It was hard to think at all, really. When she woke up to that she mostly just let it do its thing. Why not? It wasn’t hurting anyone. It was good.

And since it was so long now it was even more relaxing to watch it go side to side, side to side.

Side to side…

It was her choice to stay at home for hours watching it. She wanted to do it. It was fine. This was normal. This was safe. She was safe. There wasn’t anything else she wanted to do. It was normal to touch herself as she watched them sway, it felt good, it was nice. It was normal to lie back and be helpless and vulnerable and let it fuck her. She was in control. It was just a plant.

A week - two weeks? Three? Hard to keep track - and there were two tentacles now. It had grown. Daisy was so happy. Her Master was getting bigger! The new one was still small so she had to lie extra close to let her Master fuck her properly, but that was okay, she could do that. She did do that. Again and again. It was normal to let her Master fill her holes like that. Normal to be addicted to that sweet stuff her Master gave her. This was normal.

Sometimes her phone rang, but she only ever noticed too late. It didn’t matter.

Always a little trail of the sweet stuff just down the side of her mouth now, down the inside of her thighs. No clothes anymore. No point. Get in the way. Get in Master’s way. Three tentacles. Master is growing. Daisy is so happy. Fills her so completely. Can only think of Master. Safe. So full of Master. Master gives her all she needs. Only needs Master.

Another girl came in. Daisy isn’t sure when. Seemed familiar, but couldn’t be sure. Couldn’t think. Said something, but words are so hard. Don’t fit in Daisy’s head anymore. Tried to take Daisy away from Master but Daisy didn’t want to go. The tentacle that had been filling Daisy’s throat pulled out and Daisy kissed the girl. She had to. She kissed her and let her taste Master. The girl fell over, coughing, and then saw the swaying, side to side

Side to side.

And so now Daisy is lying next to the girl, holding the girl’s hand. Master fills them both.

It’s normal. It’s safe. They’re in control. Master is just a plant.

“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…”