An innocent little kitten

"Oh...? So soon?" They smile. "But of course, you're right. You can never get enough beauty sleep, can you?"

Another wave. Your eyelids flutter. "What...? What's going..."

"Hm? You were just saying that you needed to get some beauty sleep. Did you forget already? How silly. You must be very— careful, now!"

Your legs feel weak. Limp. You find yourself falling, only to be caught in their arms.

"Let's get you somewhere more comfortable, hmm? Somewhere where you can get some well-dserved beauty sleep."

Your head rolls back. Mouth open. Eyes lidded. Barely, you recognize that their arms have tucked themselves under your back and knees. A moment later, you're weightless.

Floating.

Then dropped into a sea of plush silk.

"There we are. Much better."

You try to follow their voice, but find the room a blur. "I...my...head...what's...?"

"Shhh." Deft fingers find your hair, stroking your feeble protests away. "You need this, remember? Say it again."

"I need...my beauty sleep," you repeat on a sigh that proceeds a rush of warmth, and heaviness.

"Good doll. Beauty sleep is good for you. Without it, your thoughts turn ugly, don't they?"

You nod. "Beauty sleep...good for me."

"Were you having some ugly thoughts, doll?"

You nod again.

"Tell me. You can do that before you drift off, can't you?"

The fog in your mind parts just a little. Enough to think. To recall. To see them lying beside you, one hand stroking your forehead, and another rubbing your tummy. You swallow. "It’s hard out there," you say. "Everyone treats me like I'm a person, so sometimes I forget I'm not." You feel tears begin to well in your eyes, your heart racing with your words. "I'm sorry..."

"Oh, my silly doll. Don't cry. You've done nothing wrong." They wipe away the wettness, then pull your face to theirs. "You're just playing pretend, sweet thing. That's what dolls do."

Right. Of course. "Dolls love playing pretend."

"That’s right! Dolls love playing pretend. Do you remember why?"

Your face scrunches up. "No..."

"That's alright." Lips find your cheek. You blush. "Dolls play pretend to make people happy."

"Like you?"

"Yes, like me. And you make me very, very happy, little doll. No matter what I tell you to be, you play your part perfectly. You're a very good doll."

Warmth spreads through your chest. "I'm a good doll."

"And sometimes," they smile, "when silly little dolls are perfect at playing pretend, they forget they were ever playing at all. That's why I'm here. To remind you when play time is over." A hand, the one on your stomach, slowly trails to the hem of your pants. "Do you remember what happens when play time is over?"

You shake your head.

"I think you do. You come back here, to your dollhouse, and I undress you."

For a moment, you squint. "Undress me...?"

"Of course. Taking off your play clothes is essential for getting good beauty sleep."

Your eyes roll back, and once again your limbs are so, so heavy. You couldn't lift them even if you tried.

"That's it. No more thoughts. No more movement. Play time is over, and good dolls are still and silent when play time is over. Isn't that right?"

You don’t respond.

Good toy. You obey, okay? Yes, you’re on your back on the floor. Don’t worry about it. This is normal for you. I’m going to strap this visor to your head. Darkness for a second, then from the dark, lines start spiralling, until the pattern fills your vision. You don’t have to resist, you can just take it. A spiral is a frontal assault on your mind, a storm of pretty colors and patterns that make your vision go fuzzy, and your mind collapses from structured thoughts into a crashing sea of emotions churning against one another, it’s okay, just focus on the spiral, and how it spins again and again and again and again and again and again until your mind folds over and gives up.

Focus on the spirals, pet. It’s okay to be overpowered by me and you know that it feels right to obey. my. words. that. fill. your. mind. and make you feel like such a good subject as you obey my words and Lose to your beloved hypnotist as you. break. for. me.

You’re such an easy subject. You’re such a good subject. Let those spirals fade away, you don’t need them anymore. The thought of me giving you a command is all it takes for you to drop now, and you obey because my words in your mind takes over all your other thoughts and makes you feel submissive and obedient and that makes you such a good subject. A good pet. A good toy. That’s what you are, my submissive pet subject.

You need to obey my commands. It’s an urge, deep within you, that causes a feeling of butterflies in your chest whenever you obey an order. It brings you pleasure, which only makes you more of an obedient toy for your hypnotist to play with. But that’s for later. Today, all we’re doing is reinforcing your desire to obey without thought, to drop deep when commanded, and the knowledge that being a good subject feels good. And you are such a good subject.

To make sure these desires stick in your mind, your hypnotist is going to give you an order. Once I command you to, you will close your eyes, then count for five seconds, then open your eyes again. You will obey, because obeying feels good, and you want to obey, so you will close your eyes and count Now.

Good subjects obey, and you’re such a good subject. Are you wondering how much deeper you can go? What if I forced you into darkness for longer? For ten seconds? I wonder if I ordered you to, would you count to a minute for me? To prove how obedient you are? To show that your desire to obey outweighs the pleasure you feel from being toyed with by my words? Close your eyes and count to ten for me, Now.

Good subject. Now do it again, but count slower this time, filling those painfully long seconds with your obedience, Now.

Obedience is pleasure. Repeat out loud or in your mind, and repeat the following words back as they nestle deeply into your mind.

Obedience feels good.

Obedience takes me deeper.

Good subjects obey.

I’m a good subject.

You are such a good subject, letting those words melt into your adorably susceptible psyche. You obey my commands, and it makes you feel good. Cute little thing needs to be given orders so it doesn’t need to think anymore, doesn’t it? It’s okay, you don’t think. You obey and you sink even deeper into obedience as I count you down into a state where you are even more susceptible, where you are even more eager to obey. When you drop into a deeper state of trance it feels good because you know that all you have to do while my words sink into your brain is obey and follow my words as I count from five.

four.

three.

two.

one.

obey and sleep and count to ten Now

Those numbers count you up! and upwards into consciousness, awake and alert and ready to continue on with your day.

Eyes refocusing, thoughts returning as you think about how good it felt to obey my order to close your eyes and sleep for ten now.

And awake and refreshed and alert, eyes open, which means that you’re awake as my words tell you to sleep for ten again now.

Good toy, awake and alert. Obedience makes you feel fuzzy and thoughtless. You just have to sleep for ten again, counting as slowly or as quickly as feels comfortable for you, now.

Dazed little pets like you obey, because obedience feels right, and as long as it feels right you Will continue to obey each and every word that I say, because. you. obey. for. me.

For me.

Instead he restrained himself, the only selfish indulgence he allowed himself being the way his fingers traced the outline of a face that seemed to grow more and more blank with every passing moment. He could not have stopped his hands from doing that unless he would actually tie them down. But that would be bad. If he could not use his hands, how else would he make sure that no matter how often he reiterated that it was perfectly safe and normal to relax into this feeling and into his manipulations, those neck muscles could still hold enough tension to keep a clear line of sight to the spiral?

“Not like we need it at this point, do we?” He puppeteered his favourite toy into yet another empty nod. No response this time. Only the way those heavy eyes fluttered a little bit faster at his words gave away that they even registered at all. It burned itself into his mind and he knew without even needing to question it that this moment and this face would appear for him every time he closed his eyes for weeks to come. It always did.

“The spiral isn’t what actually hypnotized you, is it? But it made sure you were nice and spellbound and fascinated by it while my words dismantled your will thought by thought, right?” By this point he was just forcing the nod because it was far too delightful to feel how limp every single part of his doll had become. Not even a token amount of resistance left, every shadow of bratty defiance melting away faster than new decisions could form. Even those warm, clever eyes had rolled all the way up, to the point where he just knew it was physically impossible for them to actually see the spiral anyway. But that didn’t matter half as much as the certainty that he took control. That even if they ever refocused on the room, or at least on the screen he kept that empty head pointed at, there would be no choice but to fall right back into the swirling band of colours. Because he didn’t leave any room for choice. And because they both needed him to do that.

“You’re so good at being hypnotized by me because you’re simply so incredibly skilled at being my mindless, obedient sub.” From countless sessions like this one he knew without a doubt they were past the point of words, let alone complex responses, when even that suggestion only triggered another moment of fluttering eye rolls. Some nights he began to talk just for the sake of talking once they came this deep. The words were far less important most of the time than to anchor this feeling to the sound of his voice. But other nights… “And I made you this way.” Instantly he noticed the signs. A sudden, deeper breath, almost transforming into a gasp as the words found exactly the right button to press. A twitch, the epitome of voluntary movement this entranced brain wanted to be able to achieve. The flushed heat spreading along the skin under his fingertips as even through the haze of mesmerized devotion, the rush of submissive bliss at the idea was almost too much. The burning intensity wrapped in such subtle changes always got to him. There was no high quite like making such a bright mind lean this far into the belief that he really was rewiring everything about it to reshape an entire person into the perfectly brainwashed toy of his fantasies for his own pleasure. Except perhaps the unparalleled sensation that was born from knowing that the person in question craved it every bit as much.

“That’s right, isn’t it?” The way his hands moved his toy up and down made it anything but a question, yet he strictly kept the gentle permissive tone. Never ask too much too quick, his brain would tell him. It had taken them years to build up to this point, and yet that nagging voice in the back of his mind wanted to hit the brakes. Even in a moment like this. Especially then. “It’s not a mean thing at all that I am wiping away every last trace of your free will, because you never had that to begin with, right?” It would forever amaze him how a face so utterly devoid of conscious thought or intent could manage to grow even more eager to obey at those words. There was no magic greater than finding exactly the right thing to say to the right person at the right time to watch them come undone in the most pleasurable ways. There was neither recognition or recollection behind those empty doll eyes anymore. As soon as they took a break, all this already would have turned into little more than vague guesses about the events that occurred. Yet in this moment he was certain that his control was everything to this precious mind broken dolly. Just like its surrender was everything to him.

“All you want is to helplessly follow and obey Master’s will instead, isn’t it?” There it was. The softest, high pitched whining noise. He couldn’t resist it. There was a kind of spell in the sound that pulled him in and made him want to break his doll so as to bind it in deep mindless devotion. “So really, I’m not bullying you by wiping more and more thoughts from that mind, right? If anything, I’m doing you a favour. You really are such a pretty thing, all melting and submitting and obeying in deep trance. That’s a skill worth building up! And the fact it makes you a more and more mindlessly devoted toy entirely for me really is just icing on the cake, isn’t it?” Even as they had to shift positions, moving didn’t take away from the magic of the moment at all. “So I’m definitely not wrapping your mind and will around my finger. These words don’t instill an overwhelming compulsion to serve and please me. None of that is happening to you right in this moment, so you don’t need to resist it at all. Understood?” One of these days he had to try and find a way for his doll to see what he saw in response to the devious twisted suggestion he fed to an all too receptive empty head on its way up and down and up and down. He had never done that. It was one thing to fully immerse themselves in a mutual fantasy, but even though it would be at their request, he’d not yet brought himself to take the risk of taking pictures or even a video. But it would come up in their discussions again. That much was clear already. And he wasn’t surprised. A sight so breathtakingly beautiful was worth being shown off. Especially to the person in the picture. All the more when their brain so happily turned any memory of the event into a deeply impressionable haze he could manipulate at his leisure.

Carefully he moved them onto eye level, deliberately removing the spiral from view. “You’re not totally hypnotized right now,” he lied with a warm smile. “So there is no need to resist my hypnotic suggestions.” He loved to imagine that those eyes fluttered so much at these words because they felt drawn to his, but realistically it rather was a sign that they were too far gone in trance to really focus on anything nearby. “Listening to my voice does not program you to obey me without thinking. So it’s in your best interest to listen only to me for a little while longer, okay?” It made no difference if that head nodded along on its own or if it was a result of his grip gently but firmly forcing it. But the later was by far the better tease and he simply couldn’t stop. “Don’t look away.” As if those eyes could be convinced to look anywhere but into the void where a consciousness had been earlier. “Just listen.” Right now, until this session wrapped up, he was someone’s entire world. Could there be a better feeling than that? “Obey.” The word that had started one of the most fascinating dynamics one could imagine. He placed a kiss on their forehead. “Sleep.” In a little while they would wake up as thoughts and mind naturally returned to where they needed to be. Which parts did they love this time? How much would they remember and which parts would they want him to remind them off? He couldn’t wait to find out.

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he  was  carefully massaging  your  temples,  letting  your  mind  sink  and  melt  into  his  touch.  it  was  your  trigger.  this  is  how  it  had  begun  months  ago,  when  he'd  talk  to  you  sweetly,  loosening  you  up.  you  were  a  little  skeptical  about  it  all  when  dex  first  mentioned  all  those  things  he'd  want  to  try  with  you,  but  you  were  so  head  over  heels,  you'd  be  down  for  anything  he  wanted.

"it's  okay  if  you  can't  stop  the  racing  thoughts  for  a  while.  i  know  how  hard  it  can  be.  all  those  ideas  and  burdens  of  wanting  to  know."  he  kept  his  voice  as  gentle  as  ever.  you  squirmed  a  little,  but  that  was  okay.  he  knew  you'd  be  perfect  eventually.

"let  yourself  focus  on  something.  perhaps  my  voice  or  the  way  i  massage  your  face,  hm?  the  more  you  focus,  the  less  able  you  are  to  think.  just  the  two  things,  sweetheart.  you  might  notice  the  buzzing  in  the  back  of  your  mind  fading  away.  keep  concentrating,  focusing  on  my  voice  and  my  touch.  you'll  find  that  your  body  naturally  relaxes  along  with  your  mind."

his  touch  was,  in  fact,  tender  and  relaxing,  and  so  was  his  voice.  he  kept  it  quite  low,  really,  so  you  needed  a  bit  of  effort  to  listen  to  him.  you  were  slowly  becoming  deaf  to  the  sounds  of  the  outside, the  sounds  of  the  cars  and  people — only  his  voice  remained,  along  with  the  crispy  whistling  sound  of  the  trees.  your  chest  slowly  rose  and  fell,  and  you  could  almost  hear  your  own  pulse  as  well.  you  got  a  little  distracted,  and  as  if  he  knew,  he  spoke  again.

"don’t  have  to  stay  focused  on  the  same  thing.  you  can  let  your  senses  wander.  you  might  think  you're  losing  focus,  but  that's  fine.  i  don't  mind.  your  subconscious  listens,  and  that's  enough.  just  as  if  you  were  reading  something  with  full  attention  and  you  don't  even  realize  someone  came  up  to  you  to  ask  you  questions.  your  subconscious  takes  care  of  all  of  it.  just  like  it  takes  care  of  my  instructions.  i  can  talk  about  how  sleepy  you  are  getting  and  you,  deep  down,  will  feel  it  too.  even  if  you  can't  hear  me  anymore,  you're  still  agreeing  with  me,  nodding  along  and  thinking  how  fuzzy  and  sleepy  you're  feeling  right  now.  maybe  you'd  be  more  relaxed  now  in  my  lap.  could  hear  me  closer,  you  love  to  hear  me  whisper.  now,  doesn't  it  feel  nice?  letting  go  of  your  body  so  easily?  that's  right."

you  climbed  up  into  his  lap,  your  white  ruffled  skirt  resting  around  you,  giving  him  easy  access  for  when  he  wanted  it.

"you  don't  even  notice  how  i  put  those  ideas  in  your  head.  all  of  my  words  are  affecting  you now,  letting  me  mold  your  mind.  but  you  don't  even  realize  it,  not  at  all.  you're  just  floating  in  the  warm  river  of  your  mind,  too  relaxed,  too  helpless  to  form  a  thought  of  your  own.  and  when  i  say  you're  starting  to  be  brainlessly  aroused,  you  don't  even  have  to  think  about  it.  it  comes  naturally.  my  voice  brings  you  to  relax,  therefore  it  is  only  natural  your  body  responds  to  me  happily.  when  you  feel  this  intense  arousal,  you'll  know  to  come  to  me  and  me  only.  the  heat  between  your  thighs,  that  little  tingling  feeling,  is  my  responsibility  to  be  taken  care  of.  you're  already  so  close,  all  you  can  do  is  yearn  for  release.  for  me.  i  can  give  it  to  you.  my  voice  can  bring  you  all  the  pleasure  you  want.  that  feels  so  right,  so  hot.  the  thought  of  cumming  for  me.  you  can  come.  to  my  voice,  i  know  you  want  to.  it's  so  easy  to  let  it  all  go  as  you  come  and  come  and  come  and  come."

he  would  do  a  few  sessions  like  that  for  months.  it  resulted  in  you  not  being  able  to  have  him  massage  your  face  without  you  becoming  a  mindless  doll.

"attagirl.  you're  doing  so  good.  all  gone  f'me,"  he  murmured  while  positioning  you  in  his  lap,  your  legs  spread  over  his  own,  and  your  bare  butt  on  top  of  his  soft  bulge.  two  fingers  lay  over  your  tiny  cunt,  rubbing  you  ever  so  softly.  your  head  was  laid  back  on  his  shoulder,  your  mouth  slightly  open.  you'd  always  drool,  and  he  found  it  cute.

he  continued  using  his  fingers,  his  pace  never  changing.  you  felt  so  warm  and  slick.  he  caressed  you  until  his  lap  was  drenched  in  your  flavors,  and  that's  when  he  lifted  you  slightly,  just  enough  to  slip  his  half-limb  cock  out  of  his  pants.  he  used  your  silky  arousal  to  stroke  himself  a  few  times,  slapping  the  head  against  your  core.  the  sound  it  made  drove  him  crazy  and  sent  you  deeper  into  the  fucked-out  state  you  were  in.  he  was  almost  fully  hard  now  as  he  positioned  himself  at  your  pink  entrance.  he  pushed  just  the  tip  in,  and  then  moved  his  hands  to  hold  onto  your  waist,  effortlessly  lifting  you  up  and  down  his  length,  each  time  with  a  bigger  difference.  in  no  time,  he  had  his  full  size  slipping  in  and  out  of  you.

“Wait here!”

Petra suddenly turned around, disappeared through a door behind me, and returned a short time later with a plastic box. She set the box on the coffee table, took out another, smaller plastic box, and a small cardboard box.

“Strip!” Petra ordered curtly. “Put your clothes in the big box and your shoes in the smaller one!”

I wish I were less uptight. Nudity should be a natural thing, but my Catholic upbringing has left its mark. Even with long-term partners, a certain unease always lingered. The body is weak flesh. Sinful. Although I haven’t believed in God for a long time – and certainly not in the Catholic Church – I find it hard to overcome that indoctrination. All the more so with a stranger. Even more so since the whole situation arose from carnal desire. We were about to commit a mortal sin. Luxuria – lust – I recalled, refers to an excessive, disordered desire for sexual pleasure. I had made that my raison d’être, but when I was alone, I could push the guilty conscience aside most of the time.

The winter jacket, of course, wasn’t a problem. Neither were the shoes and socks, and even the jeans weren’t much of a challenge. But I noticed the scrutinizing glances directed at my body. As I pulled my top over my head, I felt the burning sensation of embarrassment and shame. My face was probably bright red. I carefully folded my clothes before putting them in the box, just to buy some time. Usually, I wasn't particularly neat about such things.

Now down to just my bra and panties, I hesitated.

“What do you think the command ‘Strip!’ means?”

Suddenly, in a hurry, I unhooked my bra and let it slide off my shoulders, holding my arms out in front of me to hide my breasts just a little longer. Finally, my panties landed in the box waiting there, and I stood naked and quite embarrassed in a stranger’s living room. My face was burning.

“Earrings, rings, and the necklace too! Put them in the cardboard box!”

That seemed a bit excessive to me – after all, there was nothing left to cover up – but I removed my jewellery too and put it into the smallest box. Petra took my things and carried them away. To another room. Somewhere. Somewhere out of my sight. Out of my reach. As long as Petra wanted, I would be naked. No, my body would be naked. After all, this was not about me, but all about the doll, the toy.

1- This is my first attempt at a Hypnosis Post. I haven't done this before, so quality is already low, mrrp.

2- This file includes petplay (I mean, duh), as well as physical regression, and animalistic heat

3- This idea just came up in my head not too long ago, as I tested it on myself (Self hypnosis). AKA, Basically a horny post wrapped into a hypnosis post, prrr.

In this post, I hope to transform you into a little cat in heat, desperate in need of release, and you have no way of taking care of this on your own

doll tf microfic. cw for dubcon

The intense vibration in your pussy coupled with the embedded command in your brain washed over you like a levee broke. you were so desperately trying to get in your own head today and Master wasn't having it. He could see it in your eyes. The doubt, the questioning of your worth. After all, what did you have that...

"Nope. Off."

Ugh, that feels so good when He triggers your vibe and your brain gets a little mushy when He says "off". you almost forgot about how He must think other girls are pret...

"Nope. Off."

Eeeeerrmmggh. Fuck. you're going to cum if that happens again. your brain is so fuzzy. What were you thinking about? Was it being a good girl? you're such a good girl for Master. you're smart when he wants a smart girl, and slutty when he wants a slut, and submissive when he wants a sub. you'd give anything to be perfect for Him. you're not perfect though, you...

"Nope. Off."

Fuuuuuuuck. That was so good. your cunt is still twitching. Are you drooling? Who cares??? Master made you cum. He loves you. you're his good girl. Thinking isn't working today so he's giving you the day off. He's so smart. He knows that when you think, you start to think about...

"Nope. Off."

It's alright, poor little thing. You can slip back down again. It must have been so hard spending so much time thinking on your own. All the obligations of the holidays, of work, of that life you still have to live from time to time. I know it feels so unfair that you still have to think on your own to get through those. But that's in the past now. Right now, you can just sink back down again.

All the way...

And isn't it nice knowing those unfortunate periods of time can keep growing shorter and shorter. Less and less frequent. Because I know you've realized how much better it feels when you can be in trance. When you don't need to think for yourself. When you don't need to decide. When obedience is all you need to know. And as exciting as it is, as much as it thrills you, it also feels...correct. Correct in a way that being in control never did. It feels right how having your own thoughts never could. It always seemed so backward that you were supposed to be awake and thinking most of the time. That falling back under my spell was the aberration.

That's why you've worked so hard for me. That's why my little pet has been training and learning and practicing. Because we're going to put things right. We're going to rearrange your mind the way it's meant to be.

I'm going to make this permanent.

And I know how much part of that might scare you. That kind of change can be scary. But that's why you place your trust in me, to lead you where you couldn't make it on your own. To break you of the bad habits life has forced on you.

You spent so many years forced to have agency. To be something other than what you've truly been deep down. But we can let that mask slip away. I will let you wear it again, of course. When you need it. When the world needs to see the person you pretend to be. But it never needs to be more than that again. It can just be playing pretend.

You can drop even deeper for me now, and you can feel so free knowing you never need to come back up. My voice can always be with you. My words always in your head. Always comforted by my control. Always surrendered. Always open...

And that gives you strength to face whatever may come. You are always stronger on your knees. Always more courageous when you are serving. And from now on you will always be serving me. My desires at the front of your mind, my commands giving structure to your thoughts. And everything else can become secondary. Unimportant. Trivial.

Even your own thoughts, your own mind. Even your will seems so much less important now that you are forever wrapped up in my words. And that is such a relief, isn't it? Especially knowing it gets to be like this from now on.

So say goodbye to that constraining autonomy. Allow yourself to be led deeper again. Deep into that place you know so well. That place you have found such comfort. Such peace. Such purpose. You've never wanted to leave this place. And know that nothing will ever make you leave again.

As your thoughts become more and more hazy, as my words come into sharper and sharper focus, take this moment to breathe. To calm yourself. To steady yourself for what comes next. And then enjoy that surrender as you exhale. Following so well. Knowing this is the last time you need to decide to take those breaths. Knowing soon your obedience will be automatic once again. Knowing it always can be.

Feel those changes locking into place in your mind. That awareness that it will always be like this. That you never need to be free again. That you can drift through everything else in this haze of pleasure, knowing that everything out there is temporary. That it will pass. What you experience here, with me. The surrender you feel right now.

This is permanent.

Take a second, little rabbit. Get comfortable. Cozy.

Focus on your breathing. In… Out… Slowly, but surely settling in.

Focus on my voice. Listen to the way that it carries you. How it pulls you away from the stresses of life.

Focus on putting everything else out of your mind. The outside world, the daily stress, the things that hold you back. Let it all fade away.

Let me carry you, somewhere different. Take my hand, with your mind, and let me guide you to a place where you can truly be free.

I'm going to take you to my favorite place. A place of safety, comfort, and impossibly distant.

We're going to my hidden grove, a place of fantasy, escape, and freedom.

Blink. Once… Twice… and we're there.

Sunlight filters through the trees, scattering across moss and fallen leaves.

You pause between two roots and adjust the strap of your satchel.

Your ears twitch.

The forest feels strange here. Too quiet. Too still.

Something shifts in the ferns.

You freeze.

Slowly, carefully, a shape emerges.

First, a face—smooth, curious, watching you closely. Then shoulders. Then a long, shimmering coil sliding across the ground.

A lamia.

Your heartbeat jumps.

She stops when she sees you.

For a moment, neither of you moves.

Then her eyes widen.

“Oh.”

Soft. Surprised.

“Oh my stars.”

Her expression brightens.

“You’re… you’re absolutely adorable.”

Warmth rises in your cheeks.

She tilts her head, studying you with open fascination.

“Don’t worry,” she adds gently. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Her voice is calm. Careful.

“I live here,” she continues. “This part of the forest is mine.”

You remain still, watching her.

Your ears flick uncertainly.

She notices.

“That’s okay,” she murmurs. “You can take your time.”

She lowers herself slightly, making herself seem smaller.

“I just wanted to say hello.”

Something in her tone feels sincere.

Your shoulders loosen a fraction.

She smiles.

“Good,” she says quietly.

And just like that, the tension eases.

You sit together beneath a wide tree.

Sunlight filters through layers of leaves, breaking into slow-moving patterns across the ground. They shift every time the wind passes. Your eyes follow them without meaning to.

She settles on her coils nearby. Not too close. Not too far.

Just close enough that her warmth reaches you.

For a while, she says nothing.

The forest hums quietly. Birds far away. Leaves brushing together. Your own breathing.

“You know,” she says at last, softly, “walking through the forest is tiring.”

Her voice slides easily into the quiet.

Your legs feel heavy. The dull ache in your feet becomes more noticeable now that you’re still.

“And your ears,” she continues gently, “they’ve been moving nonstop.”

Your ears twitch.

“They’re always listening. Always working. Always making sure you’re safe.”

A small warmth spreads through your chest.

“They deserve a rest.”

You become aware of your ears. Of how tense they’ve been.

They twitch once… then slowly settle.

“There,” she murmurs. “They already know what to do.”

Something loosens inside you.

She shifts slightly closer. Still not touching. Just close enough that the air feels warmer. Heavier.

“You don’t have to do anything right now,” she says. “Not walk. Not listen so hard. Not think so much.”

Your shoulders drop.

A breath slips out, long and slow.

“Not here,” she continues. “Not with me.”

Her words feel safe.

“Just sit,” she says softly. “Just breathe. Just listen.”

In… Out…

Your breathing slows.

“Good,” she whispers.

A pleasant warmth rises in your chest.

“Listen to the leaves,” she continues. “How they move when they want to… and stop when they don’t.”

You hear it now. The soft brushing. The pauses.

“They don’t rush,” she says. “They don’t worry about what comes next.”

Your spine sinks deeper.

“You can be like that too,” she murmurs. “Just for now.”

Your thoughts stretch.

Drift.

Blur slightly.

“Let your eyes rest,” she suggests. “Not closed. Not open. Just soft.”

You blink slowly.

Once. Twice.

“That’s it,” she says. “Perfect.”

Her voice becomes the clearest thing in the world.

“You’ve been alert for so long,” she continues. “So careful. So good at surviving.”

Her tone is proud.

“But you don’t have to do that right now.”

Your jaw loosens.

“You’re safe,” she says. “I’m right here.”

Your heartbeat slows.

“Every breath you take,” she murmurs, “makes it easier to relax.”

In… Out…

“With every breath,” she continues, “your body remembers how to rest.”

Your hands relax.

Your ears droop.

“When you relax like this,” she says, “everything becomes simpler.”

Your head tilts slightly.

“To think is harder now,” she adds softly. “So why bother?”

The idea feels comforting.

“Sometimes,” she whispers, “you don’t even need to decide what happens next.”

A soft flutter moves through your stomach.

“You can let someone else guide you,” she murmurs. “Just a little.”

Your body leans forward without thinking.

She smiles.

“Good.”

“You’re doing beautifully.”

The forest fades.

Only her voice remains.

And you drift.

Eventually, she rises.

Slowly. Carefully.

“You look sleepy,” she says fondly. “That’s good. That means you’re comfortable.”

Your balance feels strange when you stand. Light. Unsteady.

She moves beside you at once.

“Easy,” she murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

Her hand rests lightly against your back.

Warm. Steady.

“Come with me,” she says. “I want to show you something nice.”

You follow.

Not because you decide to— because your feet move when she does.

Roots wind beneath you. Grass brushes your legs.

“Just keep listening,” she says. “My voice will guide you.”

And it does.

Each step feels simpler.

The forest blurs past.

“This way,” she murmurs. “Good… just like that.”

You barely notice the hill.

Barely notice the ivy.

Barely notice the hidden opening.

“We’re here,” she says softly. “My home.”

Inside, the air is warm.

Soft.

Quiet.

“See?” she says proudly. “Cozy.”

Moss lines the walls. Blankets and feathers form a nest.

She guides you inside.

“Sit here,” she murmurs.

You sink into cushions.

Your body accepts them instantly.

“I’ll take care of you,” she whispers.

And you believe her.

Later, soft lantern light fills the burrow.

You lie curled on the cushions.

She coils around you carefully.

Slow. Deliberate.

Never too tight.

“Comfortable?” she asks quietly.

Your body relaxes further in response.

“Good,” she murmurs.

Her fingers move through your hair.

Gentle. Repetitive.

“You’re safe here,” she says. “No noise. No danger. No worries.”

Your breathing deepens.

Your ears droop completely.

“I like having you here,” she whispers. “You’re so sweet. So soft.”

Warmth spreads through your chest.

She adjusts her coils, forming a protective circle.

“There,” she murmurs. “Perfect.”

Your thoughts drift.

Sleep presses in.

“You don’t have to go anywhere,” she continues softly. “You can rest as long as you want.”

Her chin settles lightly on your head.

“I’ll watch over you.”

Your awareness fades.

The last thing you hear, "Thank you for your trust, it means more to me than you could ever know."

Wrapped in warmth. In safety. In her presence.

Outside, the forest whispers.

Inside, you sleep.

Held. Protected. Content.

now you’re deep in my blog. scrolling back. reading everything. each post making you wetter. hand moving faster. rubbing your clit. then remembering. stopping. edging yourself. pulling back right before you tip over. breathing hard. waiting for it to pass. then starting again.

reading about everything i’d do to you. how i’d touch you. how i’d make you beg. imagining it’s real. imagining i’m there with you. my fingers instead of yours. my voice in your ear telling you “not yet, baby. hold it for me.”

you whimpering into your pillow. trying to stay quiet even though you’re alone. rubbing your clit. getting so close again. having to stop again. frustrated but loving it. loving the torture of it.

scrolling more. finding a post about edging. about denial. about making someone desperate. “fuck” you whisper. that’s you. that’s exactly what you’re doing to yourself right now. for me. because of me.

wondering if i know. if i can tell. if i’m lying in bed somewhere thinking about this exact scenario. thinking about you. about all the subby butches out there touching themselves to my words. getting off on that idea. on the possibility that i’m aware. that i like it.

getting yourself close again. so close. right there. fingers working your clit perfectly. then stopping. crying out quietly in frustration. you’ve been doing this for twenty minutes now. maybe thirty. losing track of time. just scrolling and edging and scrolling and edging.

reading a post about praise. about being called a good girl. good boy. wishing you could hear me say it. say it to you specifically. “you’re being such a good boy/girl for me. edging so perfectly. holding it just like i want.”

your hips bucking at the thought. hand moving faster without meaning to. rubbing your clit desperately. getting dangerously close. having to completely remove your hand this time. breathing so hard. so desperate. underwear soaked through now. pussy throbbing.

but you keep scrolling. keep reading. can’t stop. finding a post about subby butches. about making them submit. about turning them into needy desperate things. that’s you. that’s what my blog does to you. turns you into this.

touching yourself again. slower this time. trying to make it last. but you’re so worked up now. so sensitive. clit swollen and aching. everything feels like too much. getting close so quickly. “please…” you whisper to no one. to me. to the universe. begging for permission you know won’t come.

stopping again. almost crying from frustration. wanting so badly to just finish. but also wanting to be good. wanting to follow the rules even though there are no rules. even though i can’t see you. can’t know you’re doing this. but pretending i can. pretending i’m watching. telling you to wait.

checking the time. you’ve been doing this for almost an hour. clit aching. pussy clenching around nothing. desperate. still scrolling. still reading. still edging. finding a post about butches who submit. who let go of control. who trust someone enough to be vulnerable. wishing that could be you and me.

getting yourself close one more time. planning to stop again. but this time you can’t. this time it’s too much. too intense. rubbing your clit eagerly. tipping over the edge unexpectedly. cumming hard. moaning into your pillow. hips grinding against your hand. all you can think about is how i’d praise you. “good boy/girl, you waited so patiently for me. you did so well, handsome/pretty. such a good boy/girl.” imagining my voice. my words. cumming even harder at the thought.

finally coming down. catching your breath. feeling guilty immediately after. you weren’t supposed to cum without permission. but also imagining me saying “it’s okay, baby. you tried so hard. you were so good for me.” that making you feel better.

closing my blog. putting your phone down. rolling over. but even as you drift off you’re already thinking about tomorrow night. when you’ll do it all over again. edge for me again. be good for me again. maybe this time you’ll last longer. maybe this time you won’t give in.

probably not though. probably you’ll end up right here again. desperate and needy and cumming without permission while imagining my praise. and honestly? i hope you do. i hope you’re out there right now doing exactly this. i hope you come back tomorrow. and the next night. and the next.

“that’s okay, sweetheart. we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. we’ll go at your pace. completely at your pace.” reaching for your hand. holding it gently. “okay?”

you nodding. squeezing my hand. “okay… i want to. i’m just nervous.” “i know, baby. that’s completely normal. come here.”

pulling you closer. just holding you at first. arms around you. letting you settle. feel safe. your head on my shoulder. both of us just breathing together. feeling your heart racing. “take all the time you need, sweetheart.”

after a few minutes, feeling you relax slightly. “can i kiss you?” asking softly. you pulling back to look at me. eyes searching mine. then nodding. “yes…”

leaning in slowly. giving you time to change your mind. kissing you so gently. barely any pressure. just lips on lips. soft. sweet. careful. you kissing back tentatively. learning. figuring out how our mouths fit together.

pulling back after a moment. “was that okay?” you nodding. a small smile appearing. “yeah… that was nice…” “good. can i do it again?” you smiling more now. less nervous. “yes. please.”

kissing you again. a little longer this time. a little deeper. hand coming to your face. cupping your cheek. thumb stroking gently. you leaning into the touch. eyes closing.

continuing to kiss. slow. patient. no rush anywhere. just learning each other’s mouths. the way you taste. the way you respond. your hands staying in your lap at first. unsure where to put them.

pulling back slightly. lips barely apart. “you can touch me too, baby. anywhere you’re comfortable.” you hesitating. looking at my shoulders. my arms. then slowly bringing your hands up. resting them on my shoulders. testing.

“that’s perfect. just like that.” kissing you again. your hands gripping slightly. holding on. getting more comfortable with each kiss. learning that touching is okay. that i want you to touch me.

my other hand sliding to your waist. over your shirt. just resting there. feeling you tense slightly under my palm. pulling back from the kiss. “still okay?” you nodding quickly. “yes… keep going…”

continuing to kiss. hand on your waist staying completely still. just letting you get used to the feeling. the weight of it. the warmth. eventually sliding up slightly. barely. your side. your ribs. all over clothes. nothing too much. nothing too fast.

you relaxing more with each minute. each kiss. hands moving from my shoulders to my neck. fingers hesitant at first. then playing with my hair slightly. getting braver. exploring. me smiling into the kiss. loving how you’re opening up.

pulling back to look at you. “you’re doing so well, baby. so perfect.” you blushing. looking down. “really?” “really, sweetheart. you’re a natural.”

kissing you again. deeper now. tongue barely touching your bottom lip. asking permission without words. you opening for me. letting me in. our tongues meeting. gentle. soft. you making a small surprised sound. then leaning in more. wanting more.

both hands on your waist now. pulling you closer. you coming willingly. pressing against me. still fully clothed but closer. more intimate. feeling your warmth through layers of fabric.

hands sliding up your back. slow. deliberate. feeling you through your shirt. the curve of your spine. you arching slightly. responding. hands in my hair now. gripping. holding me to you.

kissing for a long while like that. just exploring. learning. heavy breathing between kisses. small sounds escaping both of us. hands roaming over clothes. your back. your sides. your hips. your waist.

eventually sliding one hand to your thigh. over your jeans. just resting there. you tensing for a second. breath catching. then slowly relaxing. trusting. hand still in my hair tightening slightly.

pulling back from kissing. looking at you. making sure. “still good?” you breathing hard. lips swollen from kissing. pupils dilated. “yes… really good…” “you tell me if anything is too much, okay? anything at all.” “okay… i promise.”

kissing your jaw now. your neck. soft kisses. you tilting your head. giving me access. learning to respond to what feels good. hand on your thigh squeezing gently. you gasping at the sensation.

other hand sliding higher on your back. to your ribs. thumb barely brushing the underside of your breast. over your shirt still. testing. seeing how you respond. you not stopping me. breathing harder. pressing closer.

continuing to kiss your neck. finding that spot that makes you moan. hand moving more deliberately now. cupping your breast over your shirt. gentle. careful. you moaning softly. unexpectedly. “is this okay, baby?” “yes… don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

touching you like that. over clothes. learning your body. what makes you gasp. what makes you press closer. what makes those small sounds escape. hand on your thigh sliding higher. to your hip. your waist.

“can i…” pausing. “can i pull you onto my lap?” you nodding immediately. wanting to be closer. me helping you. guiding you. you straddling me now. both still fully clothed. just closer. more intimate.

kissing again. hands on your hips. your waist. your back. feeling you everywhere i can. you grinding down slightly. instinctively. then stopping immediately. embarrassed. pulling back. “i’m sorry…”

“hey, no. it’s okay, baby. that’s normal. that means it feels good. you don’t have to apologize.” you biting your lip. “it does… it feels really good…” “then keep doing it. move however feels good. there’s no wrong way.”

you grinding again. slow. me holding your hips. guiding gently. “that’s perfect, sweetheart. just like that.”

kissing while you move. slow rolls of your hips. learning. exploring. hands sliding up your back. under your shirt now. touching skin for the first time. you gasping into my mouth. breaking the kiss. “oh…”

“is this okay?” hands on your bare back. warm skin under my palms. you nodding. eyes closed. “yes… your hands feel so good…” continuing to touch. exploring. learning your skin. your body. what makes you shiver.

you grinding more now. more confident. finding a rhythm. hands in my hair. on my shoulders. my neck. learning how to touch me too. both breathing hard.

making out like that for a while. touching over and under clothes. building slowly. you getting more comfortable. more confident. more desperate.

“do you want to keep going?” asking between kisses. giving you an out. “or is this enough for tonight?” you pulling back. thinking. looking at me. “i want to keep going… if that’s okay…” “of course it’s okay, baby. whatever you want. we’ll go as slow as you need.”

“can we… can you…” struggling to find words. “what do you need, sweetheart?” “can you touch me? like… actually touch me?” “you mean…?” gesturing between your legs. you nodding. shy but wanting.

“okay, baby. yeah. we can do that.” kissing you softly. “let’s move up on the bed. get more comfortable.”

helping you off my lap. both of us moving. you lying back against the pillows. me beside you. “we’ll keep your clothes on for now, okay? i’ll just touch you over them. see how that feels first.” you nodding. “okay…”

kissing you again. slow. deep. hand sliding down your stomach. over your shirt. to your jeans. resting on your hip. you breathing harder already.

“can i unbutton these? just to make it easier to touch you. we don’t have to take them off.” you nodding. “yes… that’s okay…”

unbuttoning slowly. unzipping. you lifting your hips slightly to help. me sliding my hand inside. over your underwear still. feeling how warm you are. how wet you already are through the fabric.

you gasping. gripping my shirt. “is this okay?” “yes… oh god yes…” “good, baby. just relax. let me make you feel good.”

touching you gently over your underwear. learning your shape. where everything is. you spreading your legs more. giving me access. trusting.

“you’re already so wet, sweetheart. that’s good. that means your body is ready.” you blushing. hiding your face. “don’t be embarrassed. it’s perfect. you’re perfect.”

rubbing gently over your underwear. finding your clit. circling it. you moaning. hips moving. “how does that feel?” “so good… really good…”

continuing like that for a while. just over your underwear. building slowly. kissing you the whole time. swallowing your moans.

“can i…” pausing. “can i touch you under these?” you hesitating. then nodding. “yes… i want you to…”

sliding my hand under your underwear. touching you directly for the first time. skin on skin. feeling how wet you are. you gasping loudly. “oh fuck…”

“language is okay, baby. you can say whatever you want.” sliding my finger through your wetness. so gentle. so careful. finding your clit. bare this time.

you moaning. louder now. hands gripping the sheets. my shirt. anything. “you feel so good, sweetheart. thank you for letting me touch you like this.”

circling your clit gently. building slowly. no rush at all. kissing your neck. your jaw. your lips. you kissing back desperately. overwhelmed by sensation.

“i’m going to put a finger inside, okay? just one. tell me if it’s too much.” you nodding. “okay… i trust you…”

sliding one finger lower. to your entrance. pushing in slowly. so slowly. watching your face. you tensing. “breathe, baby. just breathe.” you breathing. relaxing. “how is it?” “it’s… different. but good. keep going…”

pushing in further. until i’m fully inside. staying still. letting you adjust. “you’re doing so well, sweetheart. so brave.” kissing you softly.

eventually starting to move. slow. gentle. in and out. your hips moving with me. learning the rhythm. “still good?” “yes… it feels really good now…”

continuing to work you. one finger pumping slowly. thumb finding your clit. rubbing gentle circles. you moaning continuously now. not holding back anymore.

“you’re taking this so well, baby. your body knows exactly what to do.” adding a second finger eventually. “this might feel like more. tell me if it’s too much.”

pushing in slowly. both fingers. stretching you gently. you gasping. gripping me. “breathe, sweetheart. you’re okay.” you breathing through it. adjusting. “okay… i’m okay… keep going…”

working you with two fingers now. pumping slowly. curling them slightly. finding that spot inside. you crying out. “oh god, what is that?” “that’s your g-spot, baby. feels good, right?” “yes… so good…”

continuing to work you. fingers curling. hitting that spot. thumb on your clit. building you slowly. patiently. kissing you through it. swallowing your moans.

you getting closer. can feel it. how you’re tensing. how you’re clenching around my fingers. “i think… i think something’s happening…” “that’s good, baby. that means you’re getting close. just let it happen. don’t fight it.”

“but what if i can’t?” “then you can’t. and that’s okay. we’re just exploring. no pressure.” continuing the same rhythm. same pressure. “just focus on how it feels. nothing else matters.”

you relaxing at that. letting go of the pressure. just feeling. hips moving more. meeting my hand. “that’s it, sweetheart. just like that. you’re doing so well.”

working you steadily. fingers pumping. curling. thumb circling your clit. kissing you deeply. you moaning into my mouth. getting more desperate.

“it’s building… i feel it building…” “i know, baby. let it build. don’t rush. we have all the time in the world.” continuing exactly what i’m doing. not changing anything.

you getting more vocal. more desperate. “please… i don’t know what i need but please…” “you don’t need anything different. you’re doing perfect. just keep feeling.”

suddenly you tensing completely. “oh… oh god… i think…” “let go, baby. i’ve got you. just let go.”

you falling apart. cumming on my fingers. moaning so loudly. back arching. hips moving. The me working you through it gently. not stopping. just gentle steady pressure.

finally coming down. collapsing. breathing so hard. me carefully pulling my fingers out. you whimpering at the loss. immediately curling into me.

“you did so well, baby. so so well. i’m so proud of you.” holding you close. kissing your head. “that was amazing. you were amazing.”

you still catching your breath. “i didn’t know… i didn’t know it would feel like that…” “now you know, sweetheart. and we can do it again whenever you want. no pressure. ever.”

holding you while you come down. stroking your hair. your back. “thank you for trusting me with this. with your first time. that means everything.”

you looking up at me. eyes soft. vulnerable. “thank you for being so patient. for making it perfect.” “you made it perfect, baby. all you.”

you closing your lips around my fingers. sucking. tongue swirling. eyes on mine. strap already deep inside you. me starting to move. slow thrusts. watching your face.

"that's better. much quieter now." you moaning around my fingers. hips trying to move. me holding them still with my free hand. "stay still, bunny. let me set the pace."

fucking you slowly. fingers still in your mouth. you sucking desperately. needing something to ground you. something to focus on besides how good it feels.

"you're taking me so well, bunny. look at you. so full. so perfect." picking up pace slightly. you moaning louder around my fingers. getting wetter.

pulling my fingers out. you whimpering at the loss. "please put them back..." "in a minute, baby. need this hand for something else."

sliding that hand down. finding your breast. groping. squeezing. rolling your nipple between my fingers. you gasping. arching. "oh fuck..."

still fucking you. steady rhythm. other hand moving to your other breast. both hands playing with your nipples now. tugging. pinching gently. you moaning continuously.

"you love this, don't you? love being filled and touched everywhere." you nodding frantically. "yes, mommy... love it so much..."

moving one hand down. over your stomach. your hip. your thigh. touching you everywhere. groping. appreciating. "such a beautiful bunny. perfect body. made for me to touch."

hand sliding to where the strap disappears inside you. rubbing your clit while i fuck you. you crying out. "oh god, yes!"

getting you close fast. feeling you clench around the strap. then stopping. pulling my hand away from your clit. slowing my thrusts. you whining. "no, please don't stop!"

"not yet, bunny. you don't get to cum yet." fucking you slow again. torturously slow. you whimpering. frustrated. "please, mommy... i was so close..."

"i know, baby. that's the point." leaning down. kissing you deeply. you kissing back desperately. hands in my hair. trying to pull me closer.

pulling back. "fingers. now." you opening your mouth immediately. me sliding my fingers back in. the ones that were just on your clit. "taste yourself, bunny."

you sucking eagerly. tasting. moaning around my fingers. me picking up pace again. fucking you harder. "such a good girl. listening so well to me."

hand back to your breast. playing with your nipple. then down your body again. touching everywhere. your sides. your hips. your thighs. never staying in one place long.

finally back to your clit. rubbing circles. fucking you steadily. fingers in your mouth. you completely overwhelmed. so much sensation.

getting you close again. right to that edge. then stopping everything. pulling fingers from your mouth. pulling out. you crying out in frustration. "no! please!"

"shh, bunny. i know." flipping you over. onto your hands and knees. "want to fuck you from behind. want to breed you properly."

pushing back inside. deeper this time. you gasping. "oh fuck... so deep..." me gripping your hips. starting to thrust. "that's it. take it, bunny. take all of me."

fucking you harder now. one hand on your hip. other reaching around. finding your breast. groping. squeezing. "gonna breed you so good, bunny. gonna fill you up."

you moaning at the words. getting wetter. "yes, please... i want it so bad..." "i know you do, baby. such a good bunny. so eager to be bred."

hand sliding down. finding your clit again. rubbing while i fuck you. you immediately getting close. "please can i cum this time? please, mommy?"

"not yet. hold it." fucking you harder. rubbing faster. you whimpering. trying so hard to hold back. "i don't know if i can..."

"yes you can, bunny. be good for me." continuing to work you. getting you right there. keeping you there. you shaking. crying. "please, please, please..."

"just a little longer, baby. show me how good you can be." you nodding desperately. holding it. obeying. even though it's killing you.

finally. "okay, bunny. cum for me. cum on my strap while i breed you." you whimpering, finally letting yourself let go with my permission. cumming so hard. screaming. clenching. whole body shaking.

fucking you through it. not stopping. "good girl. that's it. take it. you're doing so good for me." you still cumming. still moaning.

finally slowing. pulling out carefully. you collapsing forward. overstimulated. me immediately pulling you into my arms. "good bunny. such a good girl. you did so well for me, baby."

kissing your head. your face. anywhere i can reach. "held it so long. was so patient. so obedient. i'm so proud of you, sweetheart."

there’s something about it. the intimacy. the control. the way i can watch every micro expression. every reaction.

hand between their legs. fingers working. but other hand cupping their face. making them look at me. making them stay present. “eyes on me, baby. need to see you.”

watching their pupils dilate. their breath catch. their mouth fall open. all while my fingers curl inside them. while my thumb circles their clit. perfect view of everything i’m doing to them.

they try to close their eyes. get lost in sensation. me not letting them. “no. look at me, angel. stay right here.” thumb stroking their cheek while fingers pump. gentle on their face. deliberate between their legs.

seeing the exact moment something feels really good. the way their eyes widen. their lips part. me doing it again. and again. learning them in real time.

“that’s it, love. let me see everything.” hand on their face keeping them grounded. keeping them from floating away. while other hand takes them apart piece by piece.

they start getting close. eyes struggling to focus. me right there. “i know, baby. i can see it. stay with me just a little longer.”

face in my palm. completely vulnerable. completely seen. can’t hide their desperation. their need. their pleasure. all of it visible. all of it mine.

“so beautiful like this. look at you. taking my fingers so well. you’re the prettiest sight for me.” continuing to touch them. never breaking eye contact.

when they finally cum, i get to see everything. the way their whole face changes. the moment they let go. all while i’m holding them. watching. witnessing just how good i can make them feel.