Tipsy They Slut

I do. I drain the glass, hand it back over to you, and rejoin the party.

“Drink,” you say some time later, handing me a shot.

And I do.

“Here,” you say later still, handing me a gummy. I pop it into my mouth before returning to my friends.

I’m relaxed and floaty. Sure, conversation may be flowing more easily than when I’m sober, but everyone’s drinking; surely no one suspects anything out of the ordinary.

You wordlessly hand me a glass as I pass by. I drink it quickly, eager to get back to my friends. Wow, that was strong.

I giggle. I’m having so much fun! You come over to check on me. Maybe I lean against you a bit too much, but nobody says anything. You drop another gummy in the palm of my hand, and I’m sooooo stealthy when I pop it in my mouth.

I’m feeling kinda spinny, but I play it cool. My friends are so awesome; have I told them how awesome they are? You hand me another shot on my way to the bathroom, and I have to pee so bad that I slam it back. Wow, that was really strong! And much bigger than I was expecting. I stumble off to the bathroom and have to hold onto the wall on the way back. I have a massive smile plastered on my face, and I can’t seem to wipe it off. I’m just having such a great time, you know? Nothing to see here!

Words are getting hard, but if I speak slowly and don’t talk that much, nobody will notice. See, my friends don’t suspect a thing. They’re tipsy, too, and we’re all having fun!

We’re sitting on the sofa now. Why? Well, we were getting tired of standing. It’s definitely not because I was having trouble staying upright. Sure, I don’t quite remember how we got here, but I know there’s no way I needed help.

You come back over to check on my again. I missed you! We’re having a great time! You tell me that people are talking about me, saying that I might have overindulged just a little...but there's no way! I haven’t had that much to drink…I’m practically sober! If I seem giggly, it's just because I'm having fun with my friends!

You give me another drink, right in front of all my friends. I'm a bit shocked--I thought the whole point was that all these drinks were supposed to be a secret--but hey, since I'm practically sober anyway, I'm sure no one will think twice of it.

It's a super yummy drink, too. I must have drunk it too fast, though, because now I have the hiccups. I'm not drunk, though! You don't have to be drunk to have the hiccups. Well...maybe I'm a little tipsy. Hey, why don't we cuddle a little? Not because my head's spinning or anything, just because...well, I like you.

Suddenly, everyone around us is laughing. I'm not quite sure why, but you tell me that they're laughing at...me? Why would they be laughing at me? I'm stone-cold sober. Yes, even despite the hiccups...and the giggling. I've only had one drink! Ok, maybe two. But that's it!

You tell me that I should prove that I'm sober by going around and convincing everybody. What a great idea! And if the room spins when I stand up, well, that's just because I've been sitting too long.

You take me around to all the guests so I can chat with them. And you know what? They all agree that I'm sh-sober! That means I'm still winning!

I giggle as I bump into a wall. Whoopsie! Was that wall always there?

You hand me another drink because I'm just so sober. It goes down so easy. You always take such good care of me...

Your foods at the table and they ordered you a margarita and a big bottle of water.

The thrill of getting yourself drunk at someone elses command in a public space.

Having to try to act normal and pretend to be sober so you dont get asked to leave the Restaurant despite the fact that youre so wasted you can barely sit upright nevermind speak a proper sentence.

"Do you want to see a magic trick?" It was the last thing you said before snatching the freshly opened bottle from my hand and darting to the other side of the room.

You raised the bottle, your lips curling into a playful smile as the harsh liquid touched your tongue. But you didn’t stop at a sip. You tipped the bottle vertically, leaned your head back, and performed a move I’d never seen before.

Your throat seemed to relax, and suddenly the liquid poured straight into your stomach, bypassing any need to swallow. Tiny bubbles rose through the liquor as it drained rapidly. You raised your free hand, signaling for me not to interrupt. I couldn’t have, even if I wanted to. I was mesmerized.

The bottle emptied faster than I thought possible, and when it slipped from your fingers, you let out the sexiest, breathiest gasp I’d ever heard. For a moment, you stood there, your gaze locking with mine, your expression daring me to respond.

Then the alcohol hit.

It started subtly: your head tipped forward, your shoulders softened. But within seconds, your posture collapsed entirely, and you stood there swaying, utterly undone.

“Goooodddd…” you murmured, your voice thick and languid - a string of drool slipping from your lips and disappearing into your cleavage.

You tried to steady yourself, but the alcohol was relentless. Your movements turned clumsy as you stumbled sideways, barely catching yourself. Your glassy, unfocused eyes met mine, and you attempted a smile - though your lips struggled to obey.

"Come here," I said, my voice low but commanding.

You took a single step before your knees buckled, and you crumpled to the floor. Crawling was your next choice, but even that was an effort. I could see how much the alcohol was affecting you, making each movement heavier, slower.

You were the most intoxicating thing I’d ever seen.

I moved to meet you halfway in a deep, hungry kiss. The taste of alcohol was strong and heady on your tongue, making me crave more.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I growled against your ear, my voice barely more than a heated whisper. “And after that, I’m going to come in your mouth. You’ll wash it down with another bottle.”

Your eyes widened, an startled look crossing your face. “I-I don’t… I don’t know if I can…” you slurred, your words barely coherent.

To get in you need to take a double shot, and to go youre handed a canned cocktail.

To get clues someone from your group needs to take a mystery shot, theres 3 of which one is non alcoholic, one is 20% and one 50%. Theyre all clear so its hard to pick which one ..

Your group has to play shot roulette as well.

To get another achievement you need to empty a bottle with a straw to see whats at the “bottom of the glass”

A half-hour into her ride to Zac’s place, Elle was back into her day-dreamy state, thinking of all the wonderful things about their relationship. They met on a fetish dating site. Elle was super-protective of even her online presence and had all but given up on finding someone to her particular tastes. Magically, they found each other and were both in heaven.

When she finally arrived at his door, Zac greeted her with open arms and wrapped her in a warm embrace. “Elle, darling, how are you?” he asked.

“Oooh, I’m okay. It’s been quite a week,” she replied as they embraced. He gave her a gentle yet firm romantic kiss on the lips.

He took her bags and placed them in the foyer, at the bottom of the stairs that led to the bedrooms. He scooped up two goblets of red wine and handed one to her. With that look, he said, “Be a good girl and have some wine.”

She nearly came right then and there. Her hand trembled ever so slightly as she reached for the glass he offered. He leaned in, took the back of her head gently, and gave her a peck on her forehead. Her heart rate went up. That was his signal. That was the gate to their magical weekends.

As they walked with their arms around each other, they both took a sip of wine. Zac started talking—small stuff, really, but Elle hardly heard a word. She was too busy taking large gulps from her goblet. Zac knew exactly what she was doing, but kept on. She guzzled the last third of her glass.

By the time she did, they were at the island in the center of his expansive kitchen. She climbed up on a bar stool as he poured her another generous helping. He looked at her with a wry smile, clinked glasses in a silent toast, and took a sip.

Elle, on the other hand, chugged, chugged, chugged her glass. The whole thing. Gone.

She regained her composure after catching her breath, giving Zac a huge grin. “Please, Sir, may I have another?”

“Were you professional this week?”

“Yes, Sir, I was.” She could feel her nethers getting more tingly and moist.

“Did you do your job well?”

“Yes, Sir, I performed my job well and got everything done. I was an asset to my employers,” she replied in her weekly manner as Zac finished pouring her another generous goblet of red wine.

“Good girl. Drink up.”

Elle smiled and felt her heart rate go up. In a breathy, Marilyn Monroe fashion, she answered, “Yes, Sir.” She looked at the goblet greedily and emptied it in three sets of chugging, barely tipping the glass forward to take a breath in between chugs.

Zac just stood there, leaning on the island’s counter top and admired her.

Elle felt a sudden rush of warmth on her ear. She had already felt her insides warm up. She giggled, both out of excitement at losing her professional persona and as her signal to Zac that she felt the warmth. Zac loved knowing that. So did she. They chatted for a few minutes before he got back to the business at hand.

“What are you, my dear?” Zac calmly asked.

“I am a good daughter, loyal friend, and respectable, professional woman.”

“Who are you?”

“I am your drunk slut, Sir.” Her goblet was once again magically full.

“Just my drunk slut?” Zac asked as he helped raise her glass toward her mouth.

“No, Sir, I am your drunk, horny slut,” she giggle slightly. And with that she was swallowing more red wine like water.

Thus, their weekend began. This is how their weekend always began. There was no boredom to their words or interactions. It was exciting: every single time.

Zac gave her his goblet. She emptied it as he retrieved another bottle from his wine rack at the other end of the kitchen, just as he always did. He wanted Elle to absorb the wine. He gave her time to let her head wash over with that swimmy, dreamy feeling. After all, she just emptied a bottle of wine in short order.

Elle loved this. She had always hidden this side of her from her family, friends, and colleagues—from everyone, actually. It wasn’t until she found Zac that she felt she could truly let her hair down and let the real Elle be seen.

Zac felt much the same way. He was also professional, well respected, and articulate. He was known as a good man: one who gave respect to all he met and put a smile on their face if he could. He usually did. With Elle, however, he could let his Benevolent Dom enjoy its manifestation.

Dinner waiting in the oven, warm and ready. They would not get to it for some time, though, and they didn’t care. Zac came over to Elle, closer than before, and gently pushed her goblet farther into the middle of the island. Elle looked at him and felt the wine slosh around in her head. She looked at him lovingly, blinking a little bit, but allowing the alcohol to do its job, that lovely, heavenly job.

Zac gently placed the bottle directly in front of Elle. He looked directly into those eyes that were increasingly becoming less focused.

“Drink up!”

“Mm, yessir.” She grabbed the bottle by the neck and proceed to take several long pulls. The bottle plopped on the counter top as she exhaled, “Aaaaaah!”

Zac put one hand behind her head again and pulled her head to his. They kissed passionately, enjoying their tongues and Elle’s wine-laden breathe.

Force shots down my throat, hold a drink to my lips and pour it into my mouth while talking me through it. Hand me a new bottle or can the moment mine is empty until it goes down like water.

Don’t worry about it being too much, because if you weren’t here I’d do it myself anyways. Drinking myself dumb is just so much more fun when it’s a sexy little game, yeah?

So pour me another one sweetheart, and embrace the way that watching my face twist with the burn of the liquor makes you oh so wet.

We were there for 4 days I think??it was a blur obviously. We wouls start drinking at breakfast and keeo going throughouought the day.

Is thjs tooo emberassassing tooo blog about? Im so fuckign