Rat_Rambling

So like. Do you ever think about 'the right thing to say'? Not like in the moral sense, in the optimal sense. Perfectionism. Like, say I wanted to get you to stand up. Right here, right now. Surely there's a thing I could say that's most likely to work. Maybe it's just 'stand up!', but maybe it's a reference to a childhood movie or a reminder of some responsibility. Then, the fantasy is, knowing that.

But, let's say I wanted you to sit in my lap and grind your body against mine while desperately moaning with not a thought in your head. You give me a look like that's so out of character. Like nothing I say could convince you to degrade yourself like that. Are you sure? I think surely there exists some future where you're demeaning yourself in that way. I'm just saying. And, if it's possible, there's a best and fastest way to do it.

C'mon, you gotta buy in at least a little. Alright, fine. We'll call it mind control. I mean, personally, I disagree. I don't really think it requires breaking into your head and controlling you. It's entirely from the outside, right? It's just knowing you well enough to know what to say. Does that really count as controlling you? I'm not breaking your 'free will', just choosing an outcome.

Fuck I needs that again

And again

And again

And everyday till I learn my place (I never will)

With every time increasing in the amount of pain and marks

“Open up, baby” your mouth drops open instantly and I slip two fingers inside, pressing them down onto your tongue, hard. “Now suck”

You suck obediently, greedily. I let my eyes soften on yours and a hint of a soft smile appear on my face to show you how pleased I am with you. “Good girl.”