Reality is overrated

Synesthesia. Senses mixed. Sounds taste. Words glisten. Numbers... numbers are flat apparitions. Void without meaning. Except one. I never remember One. Two is inevitability. Three is loud. Explosion of pain. .. 2 Three. .. 2 THREE. He counts. I mouth along. 2...3 Pain. I always miss the 1 as the pain of 23 overwhelms me with pleasure. 2 3 Cane. 2...3 Cain. 2...3 Strain. 2...3 Chain. Chain of digits. His digits. 23. My favorite number. His number. Synesthetic number of pain and pleasure and him.

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The world dissolved into blackness. The stinging pain remained, unabated. Vanilla and crayon of her marrakesh lipstick. Rusty smell from my punctured throat. The nirvana of her incisors slicing into me. And my own very last climax. Still going... My body pumping blood and semen. LAST... LASt... LAst... Last... laaa... I found her. I have finally found her. 

She thought she could run. Silly little thing. Always testing, always trying. Always, inevitably, losing. And trying again, never discouraged for long. Amusing nonetheless. And here she goes again, momentarily blinded by something in the distance, up the stairs, little feet pattering up the long staircase. She deserved a headstart... maybe five steps. And now my turn.

"Your feet, munchkin!" my voice was level but clear and not to be denied. She stumbled, then started again. "Your feet are so heavy... you can't feel them." She stumbled again, tried to run, but could not lift her bare foot to the next step. She turned her head and looked at me with alarm and disbelief. I chuckled. Once she looks at me, she is as good as lost. Gets her every time. "You tried to run again, naughty munchkin." She tried to say something, but one stern look and she fell silent. Conditioning is a wonderful thing. I snapped my fingers and her body went limp instantly. She was already horny, and I didn't even have to train her that way. Being robbed of control turned her on instantly, and I used that weakness of hers mercilessly.

She slid back down the stairs, following my gaze, her mouth already open. To be fair, I was ready, too. Her antics never failed to get me going. "Keep your eyes open, munchkin!" The look of horror on her face meant that she knew what was coming. But, paralyzed by my command, all she could do is obey. "1... 2... 3... 4... 5!" We came at the same time, her body convulsing, my spray hitting her face, her open eyes, her mouth and making her scream, choke and come again at the same time. A moment longer, and it would start burning for real. I grabbed her pigtails and dragged her up the stairs to get punished properly.

Of course it was a setup. She is the best plaything in the world. Don't tell her that, or she might get a swell head, not just swelled up eyes.