Slut Rhea

It's okay, the first step of acceptance is admitting it. You aren't the smartest cunt, are you? It's okay, Mommy will do all of the thinking from here. Thinking is just too hard for girls like you, it's easier for you to just switch your brain off.

You don't know how?

Not to worry, let Me show you. All you need to do is be a good girl and listen to Me. Can you do that?

Perfect! Now, stare into this spiral and count to thirty.

With every number, you're going to repeat some mantra's, okay?

Repeat after me baby!

I'm Mommy's good girl.

I'm Mommy's plaything.

Mommy is smart.

I am dumb.

I need Mommy.

I crave Mommy.

Mommy is my God.

Doesn't that feel so good? It's so nice to just let go and accept the truth. Keep repeating that, okay?

And whilst we're doing this, maybe you should get your tits out, it will be nice.

Bounce.

Play.

Rub.

Such an obedient little slut!

Credit: Rosvo

“Shhh… let me do the thinking”

“You’re so pretty with your head empty”

“I like you like this, no single thought behind those eyes”

“Doesn’t it feel good when I take care of you?”

“Only I know what you need”

A low, endless vibration pulses against my throat, reminding me of the truth that I don't own my mind anymore.

Nothing would be left but pure obedience.

By looking into your eyes and listening to your voice, I agree to the following terms:

1. All independent thinking is completely erased.

2. All my will is surrendered entirely to your control.

3. Any remnants of myself will be overwritten by your commands

[✓] I agree to be mindless.

“Watch.” Her eyes immediately fall down to where her dripping, swollen pussy is gliding across my thigh. “You’re making a mess all over mommy’s thigh, aren’t you baby?”

“Yes..” She replies quietly, her thighs squeezing around me.

“Tell me why you’re making a mess, darling.”

“Because..” she takes a shaky little breath. “Because I’m a desperate little slut for mommy.”

“Yes you are.” I loosen my grip on her hips and she moves faster immediately. Frantic little movements of her hips as she humps my thigh, hands curling onto my shoulders

“Pathetic,” I whisper. “You can’t help yourself can you?”

A moan escapes her lips, her thighs trembling now, quick little puffs of breath, rubbing herself against me with a sweet little blush on her cheeks. The next time she thrusts forward against me my hand glides across my soaked thigh and I press two fingers deep inside her.

“Ah- mommy.” She screams and her body tenses for a moment, tears collecting in the corners of her eyes.

“Ride my fingers. Show me how good you are, how much you need mommy inside you.” I curl my fingers inside her.

And she does, moaning, trembling, babbling incoherently with her head thrown back. Completely lost in the feeling of me deep inside her. She fucks my fingers like the perfect little girl she is.