You blink - for a split second, your lover's face winks out of existence, replaced by a writhing mass of flesh and weeping eyes all staring at you lying there. You try to bolt upwards but it's them again, gently shushing you and pushing you back down - don't worry, you were just having a nightmare, relax, let me make you feel good, let me make you feel full like you've never been full. But it's too late - you've noticed now, there are too many hands for the two you can see, their fingers reach too far inside, pulse too hard.

Again, the image flickers, letting you see the thing's lightly glowing irises trying to project the false image into your mind. When it realizes its deception has failed, it pulls four more wet appendages from its squirming bulk, each one seizing a limb to hold down against the mattress. Panicked, you glance down between your legs and you see the fleshy, half transparent tube it's slowly pushing further and further into you, and with horror you notice an oblong shape slowly working its way up it.

Well, its voice now says directly from inside your own brain, since you won't let me play you a nice lie... guess I'll have to make you like the truth instead. Of all the limbs it has pushing against your flesh, inside it even, none terrify you more than the two small ones crawling up the sides of your face and making their way inside your ears.

It’s so fucking cute to force a guys mouth on me and watch him struggle more and more to keep swallowing it all down. Or roughly riding/fucking someone’s face and pulling them away to see their mouth and cheeks just absolutely covered in cum while they look all pretty and out of it.

Just recently I had guy in this state and after struggling to get anything down when I told him to swallow all the mess on his face I started fingering it down his throat. It was so cute watching him lick it off my fingers in an effort to please me. Even with my help there was too much for him to get it all down.

I drugged my boyfriend today <3

A day or two ago we were talking about drugs since he had just tried mushrooms for the first time and eventually it got to the topic of how we both think the concept of drugging each other was hot and mutually consented to future attempts as long as it wouldn’t interfere with actual commitments.

I immediately started thinking of things I could do and formulated a little plan. I had just baked a batch of cookies the night prior using orange flavored chocolate chips and I knew I had left over cookie dough. When he was gone working I scooped enough dough for one cookie, cut up an edible and nestled the pieces with the chocolate chips. The edible was fruit flavored but so was the cookie so I knew It’d be perfect.

Just waited for him to ask me to grab him one and then took out the altered desert. Made sure to be very distracting and chatty while he ate it so he wouldn’t think to look to closely. First bite was like more than half of the cookie and he momentarily paused, looked at it and said it was weirdly gummy. He made eye contact with me and joked about me doing something to it but I kept a sweet face and reminded him that batch was baked before we even had our little conversation, so how could I have done something? I mean he didn’t know I had extra dough left over and he’s a usually on the more dominant side so in his head that whole conversation was definitely more about something he was going to do to me.

He finished the whole thing oblivious to what I’d done. Then I just sat and bided my time. He said he felt tired, and I could see on his face he was getting dizzy and confused. Of course I didn’t say anything and just idly got other things done. I watched as he lied down, and said he felt bad, guessing random things that could possibly be making him feel weird. When I saw him struggling to keep his eyes open I finally got closer to him and whispered in his ear.

“You know maybe you feel weird because I drugged that food I gave you earlier. That might be it”

Then I pinned his arms down and got on top of him. He was super flustered, clearly very riled up from what I told him and while he’s normally very strong the amount of weed I gave him was double what he normally takes when he wants to get pretty high so he could barely put effort into fighting back.

I held his wrists down with one hand and stuck my other down his waistband. He was extremely hard and messy already because he’s Pavlov’d himself by having sex every time he gets high which I made fun of him for of course but it also made it very easy to start playing with his t dick while I watched him melt beneath me, not even trying to stifle his moans.

I made him aware of just how much he consumed and that he was about to get way more fucked up than he already was. Then I told him that he should give up and accept the fact that he was going to be my plaything for as long I pleased. At this point he was about to cum from my hand and I stopped just before he could get off.

This continued for a good long while using a plethora of different toys I grabbed in advance. I made him lie on his hands under the threat of some violence and just tormented him by getting him close repeatedly while he was extremely out of it and loopy. He was only allowed to speak if he was telling me he was about to cum and if he begged or pleaded for me to let him finish I’d make it would take longer or bite him. I also made sure to grab his throat and tell him if he came before I said so I’d make sure things went very badly for him so he was doing a good job of warning me.

He was writhing, whimpering, and struggling not to plead with me while I got him to the point of almost cumming from just the slightest movement of the dildo I was fucking him with. Then he fucked it up. He was supposed to tap me before he came and he failed, before he even finished cumming he was apologizing profusely for messing up. It was mostly incoherent since he was actively cumming and extremely high but it pissed me off and I grabbed his hair firmly in one hand before rapidly fucking him with the dildo while telling him how pathetic he was, how he couldn’t even do one simple fucking task and how he was in so much trouble.

He was so sensitive that he just started cumming over and over, being so loud that I moved my wrist to gag his mouth. For the next few minutes it was nonstop, I could feel him clench and cum on the toy every few seconds and he was fully shaking and pleading with me to stop. I completely lost count of how many times he came but god it was thrilling to punish him like that. Only stopped to fold his legs up and start fucking him properly. He was so high at that point he was basically unresponsive, just moaning and squirming a bit.

I fucked him hard while leaving bites all over his chest since he did such a bad job listening and he continued to cum multiple times just from penetrative sex. He got so needy he started pawing at his dick while I kept going at it, leading him to cum extremely hard and loud beneath me. At that point he was a hickey covered, drooling, trembling mess who was high out of his mind, trying to recover from the 2+ hours we had been going at it for.

Yes, I know you miss being smart but we agreed that keeping you this way makes everyone happiest. Listen to you and all your big ideas. There's nothing you can do. Five more minutes and you'll be a drooling horny mess again. I do enjoy these short talks while we wait for you to get stupid again though!

or refilling the bowl on my vape, telling me how much I deserve it, how good I've been, so I should have another round, right? daring me to take hit after hit until they're holding the vape to my lips because I'm too dazed and blissed out to bother...

like we go through life getting told we’re just confused girls, or we’ll never be man enough, or we probably just didn’t want to be like mommy, or it’s because we’re mentally ill, or a host of other invalidations.

and then we read a post that’s about someone who wants to see us being more masculine —who sees it as a good thing. who says “just take the testosterone. this what you really want, isn’t it?”