You can have them back if you get so wet your socks need changing. Source: sexualeuphoria , via precious-paris. Source: tayla-babygirl , via kink-heaven. Women love getting fucked with a butt plug in for similar reasons.
You may be turned on by the idea of peeing while he fucks you too, or pushing it out in a squirt when you cum. If so, just tell him - a great place to practise that is in the shower of course, but a load of towels on the bed mean you can do it there too.
Source: your-girlfriends-new-best-friend , via edginggirlchallenges. I was a late developer. You know what was the breakthrough? They stopped as soon as I came, I figured they were big enough. What do you think, would you have kept going a bit longer? I just needed to cum so much, and that was it, they stopped getting bigger. When did you last cum.
This week? And look, look how tiny your tits are. I might just cum, because I can, because of these. Source: woheee , via bimbodreams. Whenever we visit each other, our connection grows noticeably stronger, and I feel as if pushing our sexuality more and more is a big reason for that.
When she came up to visit this past week, we were finally able to live out one of our more recent sexual fantasies: tying her up to a chair, gagging her, and forcing her to watch this spiral as the Mind Melter played in her ears. The spiral spun and bounced and bore deep into her mind, and the sensual voices giggled and teased and taunted her thoughts away, but that had all been done before.
No, I wanted to push her down as deep as she could go, deeper than she had ever been before and as deep as I dared allow her to sink. In that moment, my drooling, mindless hypno-slave bound and staring at a powerful red spiral, I decided to strip my dumb little doll of her mind completely.
I removed one of the earbuds from her ear, and I started cooing suggestions of my own. I put emphasis on brainlessness, on how much she needed to feel unintelligent and helpless and dependent on me. I stressed not that the spiral was powerful, but that the spiral was all there was.
She was in the spiral, and the spiral was her entire Universe. They were constantly flicking to the back of her head, still but just barely focused on the spiral. I undid her restraints and told her to close her eyes as I shut the laptop. After a minute or two of rest, she finally mustered the strength to stagger to her feet and collapse onto the mattress. When she did, I tilted her head up by her chin and locked her dazed, half-open eyes with mine.
She blinked once, slowly, before lazily answering. I told her to close her eyes an focus on the spiral. The second her lids shut, I immediately felt her body relax even more, watched her drop even deeper. I reminded her of how few thoughts remained in her head, told her to collect them into a tiny little bubble and watch that bubble pop. She smiled at this. She loved being this stupid. I continued to toy with her mind before fingering her fast, furiously, commanding her to squirt all over my hand.
That night, however, she doused my hand. As she lied there, a beautiful, crumbled mess of a woman, I told her to look deep into my eyes. She struggled to open them before locking on to me. I tilted her chin up with my finger and said,.
As I do, your thoughts will slowly come back to you, and by the time I get to one, you will wake up for me, completely aware and back to normal. Do you want to be my thinking girl again? Or do you want your Master to make you even dumber? If only she could see herself, how pathetically needy she was for me to strip away her brain.
So I did. I teased her nipples, told her to focus on the spiral, and watched as whatever trace of her mind was left dripped out of her open, swollen pussy for me. I told her she was to suck my cock.
I undid my pants, slid my erect cock out, and watched as she lied there, her mouth open, her tongue out, absolutely nothing in her head but the need to suck. Every time you suck my cock, more and more of your brain will vanish.
Your thoughts, memories, ability to comprehend, inhibitions, fears, worries, doubts…everything that makes you you…that will all disappear. Are you sure you want this?
But it was far too late; my dumb doll was drooling, her red lipstick dripping down her chin in anticipation. She had never wanted anything more in her entire life. Her head on the pillow, I positioned myself in a push-up position and forced my cock into her mouth. Her moans were unmistakable; there was nothing left in her but pleasure.
I had never seen her this deep in my entire life. As proof, a little backstory: my doll cannot deepthroat. Ten times. I have been, plenty of times.
But not by my doll. Not after so many attempts. Not after accepting the fact that she physically cannot do it. And yet, there she was, sticking the entire shaft down her tight little throat, drooling onto my bed and her chest and the pillows, not gagging even once.
How did this happen? Or was she overthinking it when she was awake and conscious, but with her mind stripped away, there was nothing to overthink? When I told her about it afterwards, she seemed even more shocked than I was. But I remember it vividly: every inch, every single centimeter of my hard, erect cock was down her throat, completely, at least ten different times.
Hearing my moans of pleasure, she took out my cock, dripping from her own saliva, and desperately rubbed it all over her face. Lipstick smeared, her face grew slick and shiny from her spit…it was primal, raw, animalistic.
There was nothing else in her head. There was no embarrassment, no shame, no inhibitions. This was the girl in her head, the desperate, slutty, obedient sex doll that had been waiting to be released. I let her out of her cage, and she was free to do what The Other Girl was too afraid to do. And she was loving every single minute of it.
She was finally completely free. I removed my cock from her messy lips, a long, thick strand of saliva connecting my balls to her mouth before separating and landing on her forehead. She looked up at me with wide, dark eyes, the way a newborn baby would mindlessly stare up at her parents. I kissed her wet, sloppy face hard, her lips hanging open the entire time, completely unresponsive to this act. She looked at me for such a long time, not even twitching, before her eyebrows slowly and slightly lowered in confusion.
I repeated the question again, and her eyes glazed over before mindlessly looking over the rest of my dark room. I gently placed my hand over her eyes, allowing them to close, and she instinctively relaxed again, the spiral filling her mind. Using the smallest, simplest words I could, I told her that she was going to go even deeper: I was going to literally fuck her brains out.
I told her that, when she came, she would practically be catatonic for a few moments before slowly regaining her mind, memories, and ability to think. She seems to enjoy this idea. Or maybe she just enjoyed the fact that I was putting a condom on, and that meant sex.
It was difficult to tell at that point. So I fucked her. I fucked her very hard, and as I did, as she grew closer to orgasm, I watched her eyes twitch, her tongue hang lifelessly from her smeared lips. And when she came, she lied there for a few moments, her lips mumbling incoherent noises, her eyes staring lifelessly ahead.
She was gone. I held her close, keeping my eyes on her face, waiting to see if I had to activate my failsafe. After a few moments, I saw her brows furrow a bit, and her eyes beginning to move at a somewhat normal pace. I asked if she was OK, and she looked at me.
In those moments, I saw her mind slowly return, reassemble itself piece by piece. I held her tighter than I ever had before, kissing her forehead and telling her how proud I was of her.
And I was…still am. That was the longest and deepest I had ever pushed her, by far. And she handled it like a complete champ.