you say pervert like it's a bad thing?

It’s a powerful hypnotic spell….the neck kiss.  No one can resist.  No one is immune.  

Her warm lips grazing up his neck.  Her hand firmly over his heart pulling him back into her embrace.  He is keenly aware of both the softness of her breasts as well as the tautness of her nipples pressing against him. She starts with small quick light kisses.  Progresses to long lazy licks savoring his salty skin.  She purrs with an occasional soft moan, mirroring him, his own uninhibited natural responses.  

His head rolls back.  His eyes close.  He inhales her scent, mesmerized by her caresses.  Reaching his ear she teasingly nibbles his lobe, using the suction of her mouth to pull him in deeper.  Flicking her wet tongue in and out of his ear. Tongue fucking him gently, yet planting an image of more to come.  Always more to come.  Then she whispers, low and seductively, all the nasty dirty things he is going to do for her tonight, she is going to do to him tonight.  And there is nothing he can do now to save himself.  He will do anything she asks.   

She smiles softly to herself as she reaches down for the length of rope, securing first one wrist and then the other.  After which she returns to the kissing, the licking, and the seductive words before she reaches for the second length of rope and begins to bind his straining cock and heavy balls.  

Her voice was sweet and sympathetic, the expression of need on this trembling man's face so adorably desperate and helpless she couldn't help but drip with arousal.

"C'mere baby," she cooed, drawing him near, cradling him into the warm, perfumed softness of her breasts.

She smiled with delight at his muffled whimper of frustration, pulling him closer still so that his senses were overwhelmed by her softness.

"It'll be ok, sweetie," she murmured. "Just relax... breathe... I bet your ache will start going away any minute now."

They'd been sitting on her couch for hours and he was reeling from the hottest, steamiest, most erotic makeout session imaginable.

Deep soft kisses... her mouth sensually ravishing his neck... her tongue swirling and teasing his ear.

And most maddeningly her soft hand wrapped gently around his cock... teasing it... stroking it... petting it... keeping it agonizingly hard and aroused yet not letting him cum.

And it was then when he heard her voice whisper in his ear, "With most boys I'd have already made them cum two... three... four times by now. But, you're not like most boys, are you, sweetie?"

She'd laughed softly at his whimper, continuing to murmur in his ear, "Of course you're not baby. Boys like you don't cum, do they? They ache... they suffer... they don't release their cum, do they?..."

"Oh god...," he'd groaned.

"No, of course they don't, not boys like you," she'd continued. "They let their cum build and build... letting their balls get fuller, and heavier, achier... while their cock stays hard, desperate, and drippy..."

Sensing he was again on the brink of orgasm she pulled her hand back once more, leaving him to whimper in frustration as his once again abandoned, untouched cock was left just short of cumming.

"That's what happens to boys like you, isn't it?," she'd whispered. "They don't get to cum, do they?... they're not allowed... they don't get to make those kinds of decisions on their own... they need someone to do it for them... boys like you need someone to give them permission, don't they?"

She paused, then in a wickedly taunting voice purred, "...and I haven't given you permission, have I baby?"

"No," he'd panted, nearly breathless.

"That's right sweetie, I haven't... so you can't cum, you're not allowed. Most boys can cum whenever they want, but not you... you have to wait... you need to be patient... you need to be kept nice and close... boys like you don't get to cum... they get to be left aching to cum all the time, huh?"

Her fingers resumed just barely touching his cock... feathery light... barely even perceptible... yet in in his excruciatingly desperate condition it was enough to make him want to cum so badly he nearly started to cry.

The woman perched calmly on a stool before him had been working him calmly, slowly and patiently for nearly an hour. With her sensual arsenal at her fingertips, including an assortment of feathers, delicate brushes, and silk scarves, she had been teasing and tantalizing his steely hard erection and quivering balls with nothing but the lightest and most delicate of sensations.

To say that the gentle, inescapable pleasures were slowly but surely wearing on him and driving him to a state of utter desperation for release would be quite the understatement. She smiled softly with satisfaction at the way his moans… his pleas… his begging… became more desperate and shameless with each passing minute.

With his cock now helplessly engorged… quivering…. dripping… he was so frustrated he felt as if he would break down if he didn’t cum soon, or at least mercifully be allowed the satisfaction of feeling her hand wrap around him and give him the full, firm, rhythmic strokes he ached to feel.

“My god please?? I cant take this anymore….. please, let me cum?? At least stroke me?? Something?? Anything?? My god I’m begging you…. please?? You’re making me crazy!….”

She fought back a chuckle, paused, and in a sweet, concerned voice purred, “My, my, my…. such a fuss you’re making. I don’t understand…. whatever could possibly have you so worked up like this? Sweetie, I can’t possibly be hurting you, can I?….”

She smiled at his soft groan, purring, "Pity that we forgot to take off your underwear first though, isn't it? I don't see any way at all that we can get them off now, do you?"

Teasingly she traced her gloved hand along the outline of his cock, smirking as it began to stiffen and strain even more against the fabric.

"Hey, I have an idea that would be fun," she said. "How about we see how excited we can get you while it's trapped inside? It would be so sexy to watch it keep getting harder and harder... trying so hard to get out... wanting to be touched so bad...."

"Oh god," he whimpered softly.

Leaning in, her soft tongue and warm breath teased his ear as she whispered, "Think I can do that, baby?... hmm?.... do you think I can get you so excited that your poor cock will get your underwear all messy with precum while it struggles to escape?.... hmm, do you?..."

"Oh my god... baby... please...," he begged.

Laughing softly she teased, "I think I can, let's find out though, shall we?"

Her lips then descended slowly down his neck... kissing, nibbling, licking... until she reached his nipple.

She smiled at his whimper as her tongue slowly circled it, purring, "Deep breaths baby, this is about to get really, really fun..."

And with that her mouth descended upon it.... sensually teasing, kissing, licking, sucking... while her hand teased all around the outline of his trapped erection.

Only being able to refer to yourself in the third person (especially as something like "toy" or "it" or even more degrading)

Only being able to speak in "prerecorded" voice lines

Only being able to respond in meows, barks, moans, etc.

Only being able to speak like a silly bimbo with lots of "like"s and "um"s and "totally"s

Happy Anniversary

The soft glow of sunset filtered through the blinds of Bianca and Roni's apartment, casting golden stripes across their living room. Bianca was arranging roses in a crystal vase while Roni lit candles throughout the space, creating an intimate ambiance for their one-year anniversary celebration.

Their comfortable domesticity was interrupted by three firm knocks on the door. Bianca's brow furrowed slightly. "Are you expecting anyone?"

"No, just us tonight," Roni replied, wiping her hands on a dishtowel.

Bianca walked to the door and peered through the peephole. Her breath hitched. Standing in the hallway was a man in his late thirties with piercing dark eyes and an unnerving calm about him. She recognized him instantly, though she couldn't place from where.

"Who is it?" Roni asked, approaching the door.

Bianca's hand trembled as she turned the knob. "I... I'm not sure."

When she opened the door, the man's eyes locked with hers, and something shifted in her mind. The apartment, the anniversary, Roni... It all faded as memories flooded back. She could hear his voice in her memories.

"You will fall deeply in love with each other," the man, - their Master - had commanded, his voice resonating in their minds as they sat opposite him in trance-like states. "You will build a life together. You will be happy. But when I return, you will remember your true purpose."

"Bianca?" Roni's voice broke through her daze. "Who is this?"

Bianca turned to her, eyes wide with recognition and voice strangely flat. "Roni, this is... Master. Surely you remember."

Roni's expression shifted from confusion to sudden understanding as the man stepped inside, closing the door behind Him. The champagne flutes on the counter seemed to mock them now.

"Happy anniversary," He said with a slight smile. "I trust you've enjoyed your year together."

Bianca nodded mechanically, her earlier warmth replaced with cold submission. "Yes, Master."

Roni's shoulders straightened as the programming kicked in. "We've been good, Master. We've followed all your instructions."

The man circled them slowly, appraising. "I can see that. You've made a lovely home. But my conference is over, and it's time for your annual service to resume."

Bianca reached for Roni's hand instinctively, a gesture of the genuine love they had developed over the year. "Thank you, Master. We've been so happy."

He gestured toward their bedroom. "That bedroom that you share belongs to me tonight. Prepare yourselves. We have much catching up to do."

As they walked toward the bedroom, Bianca caught Roni's eye. In that glance, there was love and submission. Here in His presence, they new the love was fabricated. But even so, the bond they shared with their Master was more than enough to make up for the fake bond they shared with each other.

He took Bianca first, just as He had done when they met last year. Roni sat at the foot of the bed, eyes following a crystal dangling from her own fingers.

"I am my Master's love slave," she muttered as the bed shook from the force of His thrusts into her make-believe girlfriend. "All my love belongs to Him. But when He is away, to keep that love safe, I will give it all to Bianca."

Bianca's gasps of pleasure rose to a fever pitch as another orgasm crashed through her.

"I am my Master's love slave," Roni began again, eyes focused only on the jewel. Mind focused only on His words.

"Where do you want my cum, Bianca?" He was asking behind her. Bianca was begging for it deep inside her.

"All my love belongs to Him."

The bed stopped shaking as His voice stretched into a long low moan. Then there was silence besides two sets of panting and Roni's continued monotone repetitions. After a few moments, however, His hand appeared and plucked the crystal from her fingers.

She blinked a few times, suddenly free of its spell, then looked up into His face.

"Is it my turn, Master?"

"Is it."

She scrambled to get on her hands and knees for him as he handed the crystal to Bianca and set it swaying.

"I am Master's love slave," she heard Bianca say from the foot of the bed as Master slowly slid into her dripping cunt. "All my love belongs to Him."

In the morning, the two of them drove Him to the airport to catch his flight, and as he got out he held the crystal steady in his palm.

"Just like last year," he said as their eyes locked onto it. "I was never here. You will have no memory of me. And you will enjoy another wonderful year saving all your love between each other until I come back."

"Yes, Master," the two spoke in unison. "We are Master's love slaves. All our love belongs to Him."

He closed his fist around the jewel and closed the door. The pair woke in the departures lane of the airport terminal, and chuckled to each other, unsure why they were there, but sure it didn't matter. And as the pulled away, they didn't notice the man that had just left them lifting a familiar crystal up in front of the cute desk attendant inside.

are you ready to be edged until you’re shaking?

cleanse yourself of all those filthy perverted thoughts you’ve been having…watch me and worship, as I drip my holy water all over this dildo, fuck myself til I cream, drooling down my body, telling you EXACTLY how to edge and stroke yourself for me

"There's nothing except the sway, darling," Anna hears Mark purr, and even though the soft coaxing tone of his voice makes her pussy wet it also makes her nipples tingle with arousal and her whole mind is centered in her breasts right now. "Just keep that motion going, there's a good girl, keep rocking side to side for me and focus all your attention on the way it makes those pretty udders swing from side to side as everything goes away except for the sensation of your heavy, pendulous tits." She can only imagine what she looks like to her husband, crouched naked on all fours on the bed; the sleep mask she wears works quite well as an impromptu blindfold, and she has nothing to stimulate her senses save for Mark's hypnotic patter and the increasing pleasure in her sensitive breasts.

"Sinking deeper and deeper into that pleasure now, letting it pool and gather in those pretty pink nipples," Mark intones, and Anna thinks she might hear a rough edge to his soothing tones that implies an intense arousal he's only barely keeping under control. She knows he loves her tits, he's always loved squeezing them and groping them and kneading them whenever he had the chance, and Anna's always loved the feeling of loving objectification she got whenever he casually reached out to display his ownership of her body. But combining it with hypnosis feels more powerful, more overwhelming, and Anna's surprised how quickly her vague fantasy of her husband jerking off just a few feet away while he takes her deeper into trance simply melts into the relaxing rhythm of bouncing her dangling breasts from side to side and letting her mind switch off.

She doesn't pursue the thought, though. Instead she simply lets it flit through her mind like she's been instructed, and Anna soon discovers that fewer and fewer thoughts flow in to replace it as her nipples tingle and spark with hypnotically-induced ecstasy. She notices her jaw slackening into drooling vacancy, she notices the soft sounds of her husband pumping his fist up and down his precum-slick shaft, but none of it really matters compared to the weight of her own hanging udders and the erotic sensation she feels whenever they brush against each other in their constant, pendulous sway. "Your mind is in your tits now, sweetie, just feel it emptying down and down and down until it's not even in your head anymore and your tits are doing all the thinking for you," Mark says, and it feels so good that Anna's cunt spasms involuntarily with excitement.

"My good girl has tits for brains," Mark growls, his voice now thick with lust, and it reminds Anna of their private joke they shared whenever his attention to her breasts made her mind slow and sluggish with arousal and she turned into a desperate, needy slut with only sex and submission on the brain. He'd been hypnotizing her for years that way without either of them really even knowing it, focusing her attention more and more tightly on pleasure and desire until all she wanted to do was fuck, and she's so grateful they discovered the existence of this particular kink because she's even wetter when Mark does this to her on purpose. All she wants to do is slip away and make herself sexy for her man, and she can actually hear how well she's succeeding. Until Mark comes around behind and mounts her crouching body, and she gets a more visceral sense of how excited he is by her surrender.

"Awww, has someone been a good girl for me?" The words slowly penetrated the fog in Cassidy's brain like an alarm clock on a particularly grueling morning, carrying an awareness that wakefulness needed to happen even as the mind and body refused to accept the necessity of the demand. Cassidy sat there on Elle's sofa, her eyes glazed over with the endless swirls of the spiral, unable to tighten her slack jaw even though she could feel the front of her shirt practically soaking through with drool. The last twenty minutes were a blur to her, albeit a pleasant one, and she found that she couldn't really even remember where her blind date had been most of that time.

She came out of the haze a little--but only a little--when Elle took her by the chin and firmly but carefully turned her around; even then, it was a source of quite amazement to Cassidy just how closely her gaze moved to follow the spiral on the screen in front of her right up until it became impossible to do so. "Hope you don't mind, but I went and took a little shower," Elle giggled, gesturing to the towel around her waist. "I thought you might appreciate it if I was at my freshest when we got down to the important part of the evening." Cassidy hadn't really thought there was going to be an important part of this evening, and she'd actually been somewhat disappointed by the date when it began… but now her brain was so soft and mushy that she could barely even think for herself.

She did manage to put just the tiniest approximation of thought into their conversation, stammering 'I' and 'um' to at least try to make it clear that she wasn't entirely sure about the unexpected turn the evening had taken… but all it did was make Elle chuckle mirthlessly at her sluggish attempts to assert some kind of conviction. "Oh, sweetie," the blonde woman cooed, undoing her towel to let it fall away and expose her tan lines and the thatch of dark brown pubic hair that exposed the lie up top. "This isn't a debate, here. You're nice and slow and sleepy for me, and we both know that all you really want to do is eat my pussy and let your brain switch off for a while."

Elle matched word to action, putting her other hand behind Cassidy's head and pulling her forward face-first into her cunt, and Cassidy wasn't sure whether it was the suggestion working its way into her susceptible mind or the delicate scent of Elle's body that made her settle into a submissive groove of languid but diligent cunnilingus. It just felt so much easier to lick than to think, to taste the flavor of Elle's pussy and drift into a quiet reverie of surrender, and she discovered as she closed her eyes that she could still see the spiral in her mind and it looked more beautiful than ever when she was following its commands.

"There we go, sweetie, deeper and deeper now," Elle purred, and if there was a slightly hoarse edge to her coaxing voice now it only made Cassidy feel even more aroused by her descent into obedience. She sank back into trance without so much as a ripple, and the rest of the night became an even more pleasant blur as she allowed her body to hang over the back of the sofa so her tongue could continue its very important work for the woman standing behind the couch.