God is definitely not here.

wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth. tilting my head. “look at that.” showing you your own face in my palm. “drooling all over my fingers.” watching you blink slowly. trying to process that. “and you don’t even have the brain cells left to be embarrassed about it. do you?”

you shaking your head. barely. not even sure what you’re responding to anymore.

“that’s what i did to you.” pressing back in. feeling you whimper. your hips moving automatically. “took every single thought you had and now look… nothing left. just wet and needy and completely empty headed for me.” stroking your cheek. affectionate. warm. “my perfect little dumb puppy.”

pulling back slightly. showing you how soaked you are. “look at this mess.” watching your eyes drift down and not fully register what they’re seeing. “you’re absolutely ruined and you don’t even know why anymore… all you know is that it feels good, and you need more.”

you nodding shyly.

“say something for me.” watching your mouth open. nothing coherent coming out. “that’s what i thought.” sliding my fingers past your lips. feeling you immediately start sucking. mindless and desperate. “can’t even form a word but your mouth still knows exactly what to do. interesting.”

watching you suck my fingers while your hips keep moving. both things happening without a single thought behind either of them.

“look at you.” hips pressing deeper while my fingers stay in your mouth. feeling you moan around them. “taking my strap and sucking my fingers like a good little puppy.” pressing deeper. watching your eyes glaze over “no thoughts left huh? just wet and full of me.”

you making a needy sound around my fingers. hips stuttering. getting close.

“already?” slowing my hips down. watching yours chase desperately. “you’re so close, puppy. fuck, you feel so so good.” not stopping. slowing down to savor the moment. watching your face. nothing behind your eyes but neediness. “i’m gonna give you exactly what you’ve been waiting for.”

pressing my hips against you faster. feeling you immediately lose whatever little grip you had left. mouth going slack around my fingers. drooling. hips rolling desperately to meet every thrust.

“cum for me.” moaned at you. “right now puppy. go ahead.”

feeling you give in. shaking against me. muffled helpless sounds around my fingers. hips pressing forward and staying there.

pulling my fingers from your mouth. reaching down between us. sliding them through you slowly. collecting everything. feeling how soaked you are. how warm.

holding them up between us. watching your eyes try to focus.

“open.” watching your mouth open immediately. sliding my fingers in. feeling you suck them clean without hesitation. tasting yourself. slow and thorough.

pulling them free. wiping your mouth with my thumb.

At night, you fall asleep with her nipple in your mouth, suckling, and wake up with your face still pressed tightly against her soft pillowy chest. She strokes your hair, says good morning, and tells you how good you were to stay close to mommy's boobies all night long.

She takes great care to make sure you're touching her chest as much as possible. Even when you aren't feeling sexual at all, you're still absentmindedly stimming with her boobs or using them as a pillow. You suck on them so much, drinking her sweet milk, and she always makes sure to tell you how big they'll grow with your help, and even though they're gigantic already, she talks about how she can't wait til they outgrow her special bra.

What if you woke up one morning in a strange bed with no memory of the night

What if you were terrified, you beg and plead for me to let you go, you promise not to tell anyone, you tell me you'll do anything to earn your freedom, I just look at you with pity in my eyes

What if I cooked you all your favourite foods, sat and watched and made sure you ate three times a day (plus snacks and desert)

What if I made sure you had your meds at a regular time every day

What if I turned off all the lights and WiFi at a set time each night forcing you into a good sleeping pattern

What if you were still terrified, , every day just waiting for me to use you or abuse or hit you just like everyone else who's ever had power over you

What if I was kind

What if you finally let me hold you, collapsed into my arms, let yourself cry

I see you all in the notes begging for beatings and torture and hard dominance

And yes, the next step is "what if we fucked violently"