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Waiting

Just laying down all needy and aroused waiting for Sir to use me for pleasure. I'm currently on a call with sir and a friend. I'm so horny and I've just been told to browse tumblr while I wait.

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helpless conditioning

It’s such a hot thing when you know you are being conditioned while feeling flustered and helpless... 

Sir has started conditioning responses for me to be a more good obedient pet in order to feel his tongue giving me pleasure. He’ll pause in the middle of it and wait for me to give him the response he wants before he will continue. I blush each time he waits and I’m even flustered now while writing. I get so embarrassed yet turned on by being in such a helpless state.

Celine is always excited for movie night.

The idea of cuddling under blankets, wearing comfortable clothes, and watching a movie is close to her heart. That’s fine sometimes, but this is just so much more satisfying for me.

Heels on, riding that dildo, no clothes at all, only allowed to balance herself with one hand.

She goes at whatever pace I tell her to until the video is over.

There are two rules:

1. If I feel her heart wasn’t in it, then I start the next video. A process which I will repeat until I get a satisfactory result.

2. If she loses her balance and touches the ground with anything other than her left hand, then she loses any chance of orgasm until the next special movie night.

She always struggles towards the end, her mind somewhere between melting at being allowed to pleasure herself and trying to focus so she doesn’t touch the ground.

Ah yes, movie night.

I’ve always been a fan of dramas.

Gullible

“You’re so gullible,” I laughed.

“I am not!” You huffed back, indignant.

I raised an eyebrow. “Do you even know what gullible means?”

“It means–” You opened your mouth and closed it, suddenly very confused as you glared at me. “What did you–”

“It means you’re free. So you don’t think you’re free?”

“O-Of course I do, I just didn’t know it me–”

I laughed. “I’m just yanking your chain. You’re so gullible.” I saw your face freeze in confusion and annoyance.

I lowered my voice. “Gullible in this instance means controlled. You are so controlled. You love being controlled. Isn’t that right?”

“R…Right.” You looked dazed, a bit of the light behind your eyes growing dimmer as they fluttered. “I’m gullible.”

I brought a hand to my mouth. “My, are you sure? Do you know what you just said?”

“I…no…?” You started to slump back against the couch.

“Gullible means you’re in trance. Aren’t you? You’re so gullible.”

And you slid and fell right into my lap, my gullible little toy.

I submit...

Sir has told me to now say “I submit” now every time I want to say “I’m horny”. This is apparently because being horny is me submitting because obedience is pleasure and pleasure is obedience.

My punishment

I pleasured myself without permission so I'm now on no touch for the rest of the night and tomorrow morning... Sir is now making me scroll through tumblr for 20 minutes.