"Oh, and you should have seen her dress, sir. It's this beautiful, shimmery, diaphanous fabric, and the way it catches the light--"
Her dom been listening to her talk with a small smile, nodding along and asking all the pertinent questions, but now they frowned. Just a small frown, but it was enough to make her come to a crashing halt.
"Sir?"
"Hm?"
Oh, they were really going to make her ask. "Is everything okay?"
"Oh, yes. Of course, pet. It's just..."
"It's just what."
"That's kind of a big word for a cock hungry slut."
They said it so matter of factly. Her breath caught in her throat as it rolled through her. "What is?"
"Diaphanous." They paused, tasting the word. "Yes, much too big. Pretty, but way too complicated for a dumb little fucktoy. Delete diaphanous, pet."
Her head felt fuzzy around the edges, and she felt her cunt pulse. "Um..."
"Go on, pet. you were telling me about her dress."
"Oh, right." She smiled up at them. She didn’t know what she'd do without them to keep her in track. "So she was wearing this dress, right? Just this beautiful light blue, all shimmery and..." She frowned. there was a word on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't quite reach it.
Of course Sir noticed. They were so attentive. "Something wrong, pet?"
She shook her head, trying to clear the fuzzyiness. "No, sir. It was kind of see-through, like all the gauzy layers all built up into a skirt, and the way it flowed..."
They settled in next to her, smirking. Choosing what information their little pet's head was allowed to contain was one of their favorite parts of the game, slowly making her simpler, a little dimmer. A little more theirs.
They relished knowing they had such complete control over their pet that they could just lightly pluck something as small as a word out and eliminate it, as if it had never been. And as they listened to her go on, they couldn't help but wonder what bud they would prune away next.
