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"Finger yourself."

She'd been midway through something and it took her a second or so to register. After another word or two she tailed pff, blinked, and looked at him.

"What?"

He said nothing. Didn't need to. She'd heard.

Blushing, she lifted up the oversized shirt she was wearing and snuck a hand down into her panties. She was already a little wet - almost always was, now - so ine finger was easy. In it slide. She gasped quietly, breath hitching as she started working on a gentle rhythm.

"You were saying?" He asked.

Her eyes, half-closed, opened a little and fell on him again.

"Hmm?"

"Keep going."

Took her brain a moment to figure that one out. He wanted her to keep talking. Or try to. What had she been saying? Finger working, she thought back.

"Uh..."

He put his hand up between her legs, pressing it on hers, making her finger push in. She gasped.

"Go on. It was very interesting. Keep going."

His other hand had gone to her waist to keep her steady as he pressed his palm up harder into her. Her brain fizzled, her mouth hung open.

"Nothing?" He asked.

A thin string of drool started to stretch from her lip as she panted wordlessly, humping gently against her hand and against his. He tutted, shook his head.

"Mustn't have been that important," he said, the hand from her waist moving up so he could feed a thumb into her open mouth. Given the contented hum she made and the way her eyes closed, he doubted she'd heard him.

'But' you might think, and there's the problem.

And so let's help.

'But' is your brain saying you know better.

And you don't.

'But' is you doubting your owner or superior.

And you shouldn't.

'But' is a girl who wants to choose for herself.

And that's not you.

It's not a word that helps you. It gets in the way. It stops you from being the best pet, the best toy. It stops you from being as useful as you could be. It keeps you from being what he wants you to be.

And you don't want that.

And I know it'll be difficult. Getting out of bad habits and into good ones always is. I know you can do it though. I know you want to do it. I know you'll try your hardest, and I know that eventually you'll forget you ever even had. It'll just be normal, just how you are.

And you won't remember being any other way.

So the next time you feel a 'but' bubbling up through the fun pink fluff in your head, you push it back down. Keep it inside. Wiggle. Giggle. Nod. Bounce. Anything that'll keep you distracted from thinking too hard. Squeeze your thighs together. Ask them to repeat the question because you're such a dummy. Blink and cock your head.

Good girl.

You probably can't even really remember what word we were talking about. You'd have to concentrate. See how easy it is?

I know you can do it.

Feminists always feel guilty about this sort of thing. They want to be strong independent women who will never submit but the patriarchal programming runs too deep. They can’t help it, they find my page, get off as cope and then get angry.

Pathetic little things, soon even they will submit and accept their inferiority and become allies to patriarchy. Just like you did good little whore

For the time being little slave, let them vent and make their little complainy noises.