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Elle started giggling more. That was Zac’s cue. He picked out another bottle of wine and proceeded to walk toward the living room. He stopped half-way to turn back toward Elle. She was taking another long pull from the wine bottle. She giggled and took a short swig. He watched her as she clumsily negotiated her bar stool.

“MmmI’m comin’, Shir.” She was definitely feeling the wine hitting her. It was only the start. She was walking okay, but not well. She made it to the end of the wall that announced the living room. Her head was deliciously swaying, just as her body was not quite standing still. She looked at Zac with decreasingly focused eyes and pulled the bottle up to her mouth.

Zac noticed how much looser her movements were getting as she greedily sucked down the wine. He turned and stood near the couch, standing in place to both watch her drunken staggering and help her onto to couch once she was relatively near it.

Elle’s arm, in true drunken fashion, flopped down by her side. The inertia of the wine bottle at the end of her relaxed arm caused her body to sway back and forth. She felt her smile. She felt her eyes drooping. She knew her inebriation was growing by the second and she loved it. She felt her professional whatever go bye-bye. She was becoming his drunk lush. She looked at him swaying back and forth (or was that her head?). Whatever. She wanted him.

Elle didn’t giggle as much as snort a laugh and guzzled more wine. She looked at him again with eyes floating on a sea of booze and wanted something else in her mouth.

Zac absolutely loved her progression. It was the highlight of his week. After watching her slip in and out of reality, he said, “Come here, baby girl,” with a gesture.

“Oh, I’ma, I’ma ccomin, lllllubber boy,” she slurred with a sloppy gaze. It was hitting her harder by the moment. She felt soooo sexy. She thought she was walking in a sexy manner toward this handsome devil. Zac, on the other hand, watched this woman, who was now an intoxicated mess, stagger and sway her way clumsily toward him.

She eventually made it to the couch where Zac helped her plop her inebriated butt down. Her expression changed as her whole world bounced up and down in slow motion, like riding on huge ocean waves. Oh, wow, that feels weird.

Her head felt heavier. She was lost in the sea of booze in her head. She slowly came back to drunken reality and felt her horniness at her own inebriation. She started to feel herself up with her free hand, squeezing her DD boob. She moaned, then noticed Zac in front of her.

“Heeey, ba’by. How’re how’re . . . how’rrrrre y’doin’?” She gave him her sexiest smile. “I go’ bi’ig boobsh. Do you do you, do you wanna feeel‘em?”

Zac looked down at his drunken mess. “No, baby girl, I want to suck on them.”

“Mmmmmm,” Elle cooed, as she couldn’t figure out how to say anything else. Her legs were opening and closing without her knowledge, instinctively responding to her boobie massage.

Zac sat down next to her, unzipped his pants and opened his belt. Elle’s heavy head bobbed in the general direction of the activity and blurted out a drunken laugh. “Yeahah, ba’aby, thassss wha’ I wan’!!”

He continued to pull his pants down, twist over toward Elle, and help her stand—if that’s what you call it. She was swaying heavily. He quickly opened her blouse, dropped her panties, and lifted her skirt before she fell over. She took a swig of wine during all the busy work.

Zac helped her down to her knees, where she was greeted by his hard-on. Her eyes took a drunk minute to focus and she leered at her favorite part of him. “I wan’ tha’.”

“Suck my cock, you drunk whore.” He reached behind her head and gently pulled her bobbing head toward his rock-hard dick.

Elle proceeded to give him a very sloppy blow job, sometimes finding it difficult to get his cock in her mouth. She would lustily suck like a pro for a minute, then suddenly start to drift off to Boozeland, then suck like a pro again.

“Take a drink, my drunk horny slut.”

“Okaaaay,” she responded, and took a drink once she got the bottle to her lips. She then proceed to enjoy his cock in her mouth, which was wonderfully numb.

Zac then reached down and picked her up, helping her straddle him. She was heavy and more limp. He took off her blouse and bra, watching the wonderful cascade of tit flesh. Elle was laughing to herself.

Elle continued to take small swigs from what was left of the second bottle as Zac lustily licked, squeezed, and sucked her big, soft tits. He could feel Elle slipping into wastedness, so he held her up by her boobs while she drunkenly rode his dick. He moved his hips to help her, since she was clearly blotto.

_______oOo_______

I'm trying not to let the others notice but I'm not very secretive, the way I can't stop smiling and giggling. We do shots and I have two because why not? My eyes start to unfocus slightly and I can't really follow the conversation anymore, but that's okay, I'll just sit here quietly enjoying the booze in my system. Sometimes someone asks me a question, and I do my best to answer, but because I'm too drunk to follow the conversation, all that comes out is something like "uhh.. yesss! exact-llly that!" with some very enthusiastic nodding that makes my head spin even more, so much that I have to grab the person next to me to not fully loose control of my body.

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.

IT’S OFFICIAL!

I’m retiring from the intox game. It’s been a fun time, but I’ve gotta move on.

But, because you guys have always been so lovely and supportive, I’m not gonna go out without a treat for you.

My ENTIRE DROPBOX ARCHIVE, almost 200GB of 6 years’ worth of intoxicated goodness. From unfinished long form videos, to Snapchat clips, to fully edited customs of 1-2 hours, you’re gonna find it in here! And I’m still updating it! As I clean off all my various devices, those videos will be uploaded too!

The caveat? The entire thing gets deleted on December 7, 2026, so GET IT WHILE YOU CAN!!

BEEP BEEP BEEP. I turned off my alarm clock. It said 6.00 a.m. I felt groggy and nausiated, and had no idea why it rang so early. I noticed I had a message on my phone.

"Good morning Sweatie! I hope you slept well and feel great today! Make Mommy proud and take three large swigs from the Absolute you put next to your bed. You know I just want you to feel good! After you had your refreshment, I want you to write me and tell me how much my big boy drank, and then I want you to get back to sleep again. Okay Sweetie? Xxxooxxx"

I couldn't remember putting a bottle next to my bed. Truth be told, I couldn't remember getting to bed at all. But I checked, and of course Mommy was right. There was a bottle of Vodka with 2/3rds left. Mechanically I picked it up and screw of the lid with clumsy finger. Three swigs. It didn't even burn a lot on the first. But I felt a fimilar warmth in my crouch. I wanted so bad to make Mommy proud. On the third swig, I tried to drink as much as possible, but my stomach upproared and I had to stop. I lay there, helplessly gulping air and tried not to throw up, like a fish on dry land. Finally I was able to write.

"Go mornin momy. I tried to drink you prou og me but almost got sick. Sory"

After that, I must have passed out.

BEEP BEEP BEEP. My alarm again. I dropped my phone and fumbled before managing to turn the sound off. My vision swam and I felt desorientated. 7.00 a.m. I had a message on my phone.

"Oh hello there little one! You began drinking at six already? Your such a little rascal. thirsty today? Are you still in bed, and do you have more supplies next to you? If so, I want you to have three large swigs. You know I just want you to feel good! Write afterwards, and take a little nap. Love, Mommy xxxooxxx"

It was something with the message that gave me a bit paus, but I couldn't understand what it was. Had I been drinking? But she was right, it was a bottle on my night stand. Less than half of it's content was left. I reached for it and almost tripped it over. Damn, I wasn't steady. I tried again and secured the bottle. Fuck it felt SO GOOD everywhere. My body was a warm numb blob. I felt so horny, and wanted to be the best pup for Mommy. With one hand jerking my little cock, I drank. I wasn't hard, but the little worm was warm and touching myself was more than a habit, it was just what I did. The liqour went down so easy. I was utterly surprised when the bottle was suddenly empty. I was unsure how much it had been in there, but I had probably drunk quite a lot. My belly began hurting and it felt like it was on fire. I collapsed on my side, suddenly covered in sweat. I didn't know how long I was lying there gasping before I felt steady enough to write on my phone:

"I hadd there st off drink haha i love y me cocl is so small bhu bfeel good almist puke ilo veyo"

I blacked out.

BEEP BEEP BEEP. It took me a long time to come to, and even longer to turn off the bloody alarm. I had no idea what was going on, and whan I tried to sit up, my head lolled and it the world twisted and turned around me.  I crashed back into the sweaty damp bed. I had a message on my phone. It took me quite some time to read it.

"Haha, oh Sweetie! Dead drunk seven in the morning! So, let me get this straight. Drunk as you were yesterday, you still managed to bring a bottle to bed. I know you opened it and drank from it before sleeping at 2 a.m. Now it is five hours later, and you have finished it? You must feel SO GOOD now, you might as well get up and get your day started! I want you to go to the bathroom and do your morning toilet, and while you do, I want you to delete this conversation without reading back anything. You know I don't mind it when you binge, but I don't want there to be a paper trail of my support. Can you do that for Mommy? I call you in 15 minutes so I can see your beet read face, your growing body and your little wee wee, and set you off for the day! Xxxooxxx"

Being drunk most day in a row

Drink the most possibke

Being drunk the earlier possible

Words: 1.7k Category: f/f Summary: Alix misbehaves at the club and needs to be punished. Kinks/warnings/what you’ll find inside: intox, forced intox, intox as punishment, edging, forced orgasm, BDSM, D/s, impact play, spanking, jealousy, possessiveness Author's Note: None :)

The music thrums through Alix’s body as she undulates on the dance floor. She’s feeling no pain as she dances with the crowd of strangers, exchanging smiles and touches, even grinding against a few.

Unbeknownst to her, her girlfriend Kari is watching from across the room, her eyes narrowed to slits. She’s not pleased. She downs the rest of her drink and marches over to Alix, grabbing her by the wrist.

“Hey!” Alix says, happy to see her. She’s always happy to see her.

“Let’s go,” Kari shouts over the music, her tone leaving no question about how she feels. She promptly turns around and drags Alix off the dance floor.

Alix follows, uneasiness growing in her chest around the pleasant buzz of alcohol. Shit. She’s made Kari mad.