Faux sympathy is genuinely the hottest thing ever. The idea of being so overstimmed you can’t even get out moans, just pathetic little whimpers and just hearing “I know, I know, it’s so much isn’t it puppy?”
like yes it is so much but gods please never stop
I’m such a icky daughter for watching r@pe porn and fantasizing about daddy’s friends using me⊹ ࣪ ˖
dad who hates when his baby girl says she’s full so he fills up her cunnie to show her how full she can get
boy if you dont stop pulling this shit
you felt so lucky to meet Me. your social anxiety had been crippling you for years, keeping you from landing jobs, meeting and keeping friends, and even traveling or shopping. But you randomly bumped into Me outside your apartment and it came up that I use hypnosis to help people just like you!
The first session went great. you felt so relaxed, and the suggestion that you seek out men five years older than you was a good one. They were more mature and would make conversation less awkward.
The second session was as good as the first! you were so relaxed, almost tired. your panties were a little wet but I'd warned you that might happen, almost like a wet dream. you were ready to put yourself out there on a dating app to try to meet someone 10 years older than you. They had stable jobs and could give you the room needed to get your career started.
The third session was so relaxing, but your panties were very, very wet this time. you may have cum during the session...maybe even squirted. Thank God I'm a professional and didn't call attention to such things even if I noticed. The suggestion to make some money on the side as a companion to wealthy men 20 years older than you was a great one. There'd be no pressure because it was just a job, and you'd have the money needed to continue the sessions and keep your own place.
The fourth session was incredible. you're not sure what happened but you felt like you'd just had the best sex of your life. There was something on your leg that seemed like cum, but I assured you it wasn't and you just...believed Me. you were meeting Me at My place tomorrow. It was just going to be sex. It didn't mean anything but a successful doctor 25 years your senior was willing to help you wade into being an escort, letting you practice your skills on him and giving you a free hypnosis session at the same time. you were getting horny just thinking about it...about his cock...his...hard to think...
you're so happy here. you've lost track of the number of sessions but you have everything you need. you have a small room in the basement. Master gives you daily hypno therapy and all the sex you want...and you want sex with Him ALL the time. you don't need to meet anyone new, or go to work, or travel, or anything else. Just sucking and fucking your Master. you're horny again. you're going to ask Master if you can ride him again. you're so happy here.
Kneeling isn't for Me, it's for you. There can be no next step until the first one is willingly forfeit.
screaming “daddy daddy daddy” while you fill my tiny little hole 🎀
When they say some really sexy/kinky shit and hit you with the ":3!" After