It's difficult to explain what it felt like, to be me at that particular moment. I was in between Theo's legs, his cock in my mouth, my will trampled over. I had - for the moment, at least - given up. Imagine trying to solve some difficult problem, huffing, and just walking away. You might come back later, sure, but for now...
For now, I had his cock in my mouth, and there were no more thoughts of fighting against his control. I was sucking on his dick with gusto, my cheeks hollowing, my tongue slithering, my head twisting back and forth and again. My hand was down in between my legs as I bobbed furiously up and down. Pleasure and humiliation and his taste all swirled together in my head, as I fully surrendered in the moment.
Maybe it's better like this. Maybe I should just give up. Maybe I'm just crazy and there's no mind control. Maybe I want this.
The thoughts weren't rational. They were rationalizations. I wanted to suck his dick. I wanted to give up. I wanted to surrender, to become nothing but compliant, to forget about resistance and everything else. Fighting back resulted in cruelty, denial, humiliation; surrendering resulted in orgasms and pets.
His fingers ran through my hair, petting me as I slurped on his cock. "Good bitch," he breathed out, and I experienced genuine delight at the compliment. The humiliation of 'bitch' was an electric spark to my clit, of course, pushing me over the edge to an orgasm - but the more powerful word was 'good.'
Good meant orgasms, kindness, satisfaction. Bad meant denial, cruelty, need. If I was a good bitch, that was good. There was nothing more to it than that.
My eyelashes fluttered as I mewled around his cock, still bobbing mindlessly, his length repeatedly penetrating my throat. My gag reflex was being slowly but surely trained out of me, but I was so lost in becoming the pathetic submissive he wanted to me that I didn't even care about the sensation. Tears clogged my eyes, ran down my cheeks. Saliva dribbled out of my mouth.
"There we go," he breathed out, as if he could see my surrender somewhere in my eyes or my face. He continued to softly pet me. "There we go, Darla. This is what you want," he told me, and I nodded, and came, moaning around his cock again. "You want this. That's why it's happening. Now that you can accept that, you'll be so much happier. Look at how happy Penny is. You can be just like her, if you accept this part of yourself, the depraved pervert who jills off to misogynistic smut before sucking her man's cock and proclaiming her natural inferiority."
Another orgasm hit me at that point. The viciousness didn't roll off me so much as it collided and clung to me like glue. My worn-down mind responded to his words with pure, uninhibited arousal, and I nodded, sending another current of pleasure down to my clit, moaning as best I could around his cock.
I was being reshaped and molded by him. I even recognized it at the time, but it only intensified the pleasure I was experiencing. Of course he gets to mold me. He's in charge. I'm not in charge any more. I lost. I'm defeated.
My pussy spasmed wildly at those thoughts, and he shifted from petting me to starting to fuck my face, just abusing my mouth like it was my cunt. My tits repeatedly slapped against his thighs, my hand in my cunt desperately worked myself over, and part of my brain simply shut down as I gave up entirely on dignity.
I am a cocksocket. I am a cocksucker. I am a masturbation aid.
The thoughts reinforced my new position in life, and they also reinforced the heat in between my legs. Each pulse of pleasure lacing up from in between my thighs saw me gluk and drool and moan around his cock.
It's good that I'm accepting this. It's making me feel good. I want to feel good instead of bad, and accepting this feels good.
Maybe my thoughts weren't quite as coherent as that, but that's the gist of what was bubbling in my brain, the frothy soup that seemed to be overpowering the real me more and more with every passing thrust, every pasting choke and gag, every dribble of saliva, every tear.
He just kept pumping me up and down his cock before he finally blew his load down my throat, holding my nose into his pelvic bone as he filled my esophagus with his cum.
I whimpered, but it wasn't at my own degradation, my own pitiful position, out of self-pity or recognition of just how far I was falling.
It was because once he finished coming, he would take his cock out of my throat, and my pleasure would cease.
Luckily, kindly, reassuringly - Theo kept his dick lodged in my throat even after he blew his load, and I did my level best to get and keep him hard inside my mouth.
I didn't need to worry about breathing, so I could just focus on the most important task, which was making sure that his cock remained firmly lodged in my throat until it absolutely had to be removed.
* * *
I sat at the table. Penny and Grace had worked together to make a very nice homemade pizza - two of them, in fact. One cheese, one pepperoni.
It was tasty. Genuinely. As ridiculous as it might be - I don't know, I was just nice. I wanted to compliment Penny on her cooking. Grace too, to whatever extent she'd participated.
Of course, Theo had already laid down the rules on what sorts of things I was allowed to say.
"I'll let you speak when we eat dinner, as long as you agree to keep it up. To keep acting like a completely depraved misogynist, ruled by her cunt."
In the aftermath of the intense sensation of my brain dripping out from between my legs, I was able to get my thoughts back together. I could contemplate resistance again, in a way that went beyond Isn't it hot that I can't resist him?
As such, thinking about how he'd phrased it, about his control so far, his attempts to coerce me into dirty talk... my best guess was that he couldn't actually control my mouth in that much detail. He could make me say any particular thing, but something as vague as that? It was up to me to interpret. Maybe, even, I could say whatever I want.
So, theoretically, I could have just paid Penny an honest, normal compliment.
If I did that, though, Theo would definitely punish me. So, instead, I said: "Thank you for this delicious meal, Penny." Yes, those words came out easy. There was a pause, and a glance from Theo in my direction, as if nudging me forward. "It's you putting your natural feminine talents to good use pleasing our master. A woman isn't just tits and cunt, even if those are her most important parts."
Penny blinked in surprise at my words, clearly not having expected them, but after a moment to recover from just how harsh they were, she smiled. I think I even saw goosebumps run across her skin. She gets off on being humiliated too, don't forget. She's you, just in a year, when you've given up completely, when this all feels like second nature. My clit pulsed at that thought, but Penny's smile pulled me back to reality. "Thank you, Darla! I really did try to make a good dinner for everybody. Oh, but Grace helped a lot too! She's actually a better cook than me," she added. "She just does, you know, a lot more Korean stuff, and Theo prefers American."
"I see." I just nodded quietly. Part of me didn't want to keep talking. Yes, my mouth seemed to be (largely) under my own control, but at any moment, Theo could snap the cage back shut around me and I'd be asking to speak or suck his cock. If I said the wrong thing, he'd keep building that cage around me.
If I stayed silent, he might too, but - inaction tends to be safer than action... or at least, feel that way, so I mostly ate in silence. I only spoke up twice.
The first time was when Theo just casually reached over for Penny's tit, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh. Penny let out a lewd moan, casting her head back, her whole body wobbling in pleasure. I felt - fuck, I don't know what I felt. Jealousy? A desire to trick Theo? Just the raw animalistic need to be touched by my only source of sexual pleasure? Maybe all of them. "Theo, please grope my tit too, that's what my fat funbags are for," I said.
He grinned at that, wiping his fingers off for a moment before reaching with his other hand with my tit. I quivered in place, the arousal and humiliation bringing me quickly towards an orgasm. You asked for it. You can't claim you're being molested right now. You consented, enthusiastically. The twisted, self-debasing lines served to intensify my arousal, and I soon came like that, moaning, my body twisting in my seat as I pathetically came to my own mental self-degradation.
The second time was when Grace had been making a few catty comments about me being quiet for a "big time CEO." The fact that project management was an entirely different domain than nude dinners with your co-slaves (or however you wanted to put it) seemed to be lost on her, so I finally spoke up. "You know, is it even worth you finishing your medical degree? Your holes will serve Theo just as well without one, and you'd be a better cocksocket if you weren't wasting time at work."
Grace was actually stunned at that, her mouth opening and closing, her jaw working. It seemed - somehow - like I'd actually struck a nerve, and her gaze flicked to Theo, as if wanting him to punish me.
Luckily, Theo didn't decide that it was time for some fun arbitrary punishment. Instead, he just looked to Grace. "What do you think, Grace?" She bit her lip, glaring at me for even bringing up this topic. "You've been poking at her, she can poke at you. She's decided to embrace misogyny as a kink."
"Right... well, I am Theo's slave," Grace said, raising her neck to show off her choker, like it was a point of pride. "Earning money for the household is just good sense."
"Once Empyreal goes public, we won't need money," Theo pointed out, glancing my way. "Isn't that right, Darla?"
Fuck me. Fuck me, I shouldn't have spoken up. Now I'm getting it from both ends - Grace even more pissed at me, Theo shoving his hand into my pockets and rooting around.
I quivered in my seat, my whole body having an automatic biological reaction, pussy leaking, clit throbbing, nipples pebbling. My mouth opened and closed for a moment. "A-ahm... but... a bitch cocksocket like me, is sexier, if she's working, right?" I tried, my thighs wobbling in place.
"True, true," Theo agreed. "The same applies to Grace, though," he said, as if he were expressing the wisdom of Solomon or some shit.
Either way, I kept my mouth shut the rest of the meal, and Grace chose not to poke at me any further.
* * *
Once dinner ended, Theo decided to take me over to the couch again. I was forced to crawl on the ground alongside him, tits hanging low, my pussy just leaking with arousal. Penny and Grace get to stand up, why not me?
I didn't express those thoughts with words, though. I just crawled in between Theo's legs and he tugged down his underwear, letting his dick just slap me right in the face. I opened my mouth, and my hand automatically slid in between my thighs as I started to absorb his cock.
Theo spoke up then, glancing over at Penny. "Hey, Penny. I had a bunch of smut selected for Darla to read, but she got too horny and started masturbating to it," he explained, casually petting me as he wildly misrepresented what had actually happened. I didn't argue, though. I had his cock in my mouth, and I could start working off the intense humiliation-arousal that still clung to me from dinner. My hips bucked and ground against my hand as I frantically masturbated. "I think she'd like you to read it out to her. Isn't that right, Darla?"
He looked down at me, as I choked on his cock and cried and drooled and everything else. My cunt spasmed. I hesitated. I thought. Would it be worth it to resist, right here, right now?
And, I gave in. I nodded around his cock, agreeing with his lies and misrepresentation, and an orgasm hit me as I pathetically humiliated myself like that.
Penny immediately leapt into action, taking my laptop and sitting down next to Theo. She was actually excited about it, clearly. "Ah, here's- is this where you were? Oo, it's very spicy." She cleared her throat. "'I am your teenaged titfuck slut, Master,' I said, as I bounced my tits around his cock. I hated saying it, but I had to - if I didn't, he would stop fucking me. Oh, wow. Definitely a pretty sexy scene. Should I go back to the start?" She asked, and I shook my head.
The less of that I have to read, the better.
I didn't want it worming its way into my brain any more than it already had.
"Okay. Ahm. Right. The only thing I wanted - needed - was his cock. It was so good. That pleasure was intoxicating and addicting. My breasts crushed around his cock as I stared up at him, already growing close to an orgasm. 'I love having your big, fat cock in between my tits, Master. Do you like it too?' I wanted just a little bit of reassurance, but instead, he just said, 'It's okay.' I was the hottest girl at school, and this is how he was treating me?! I inwardly fumed, and upped my pace, and the pressure, on his cock. Oo, I kind of wish I knew more about what was going on, it's a pretty hot scene, but, is he manipulating her? Well, obviously she's only saying these things for sex, but is he playing it cool because he wants her to feel desperate, or is she really not that good?"
Please just keep reading it, I don't need your commentary, I thought, mewling pathetically around Theo's cock. He groaned in pleasure at that, grabbing my hair and just holding me down in his pelvis. "Darla, nn, isn't here for your color commentary."
"Oop! Sorry, it's just exciting, you know? A fun, racy story. Right!" She cleared her throat. "This is just natural for a girl like me. Why would I be born with tits like these if it wasn't so one day, I could meet a superior male like you, and use them to jerk your cock off?' As I finished those words, I came, moaning in ecstasy." Penny shuddered as she read, clearly getting aroused reading it all out, the same process that had rewired my brain apparently acting on her.
It actually didn't take too long for her to start to struggle to read at all, panting in between sentences, leering at the computer screen, obviously dripping all over the couch. "Haaa... f-fuck, Th-Theo, can I masturbate?" She whined softly. "I'm sorry, it's just so hot, and it's been a while since I read any smut, since you fuck me so often and you're so much better." Her voice was desperate and sincere, making me glug around his cock.
She's what you're going to end up like. Desperate and horny and completely reliant on Theo for your orgasms. Those thoughts made me come, my hips bucking against my hand, as I continued to pump up and down his dick, desperately and energetically bobbing, my brain dribbling out between my thighs as I sucked him off.
"Grace!" Theo called out, and Grace emerged from the bedroom almost instantly. "Grace, I'd like you to take over for Penny," he said. "She's gotten a bit too horny reading this smut, and I want to give her the chance to masturbate."
Grace sighed, but sat down on Theo's other side; my laptop changed hands, and Grace took a moment before starting to read. "'Do I look good?' I asked, spinning in place. The maid uniform was so short that you could see my panties no matter which way I turned, and the cleavage dipped so low my fat tits were on display right away." Unlike Penny, Grace didn't seem to be particularly enjoying the document.
"Grace. Read it," Theo said. "Do it in a sexy, sultry voice, like you were trying to seduce me."
Instantly, Grace's lips parted softly, goosebumps running across her bare skin as she began to read. "'Master, I got all dressed up in this sexy maid uniform... actually, is it so good that you got too horny?' I hoped it had. When he was horny, he fucked me, and I wanted to be fucked right now. I wanted him to bend me over and fuck me in this ridiculous, stupid maid outfit, just because I wanted his cock that bad."
Grace was definitely enjoying reading the story at this point, strangely enough. It wasn't like the content had changed.
I was a bit busy coming my brains out while gagging on Theo's cock, though, so I didn't have too much mental bandwidth to wonder about it.
Grace's reading was, in fact, sultry and seductive, and she leaned into Theo, seeming to become increasingly aroused the longer he read. Penny, on his other side, was just openly masturbating to the smut, one hand on her breast, the other in between her legs.
I guess I was openly masturbating to the smut, too, given I was choking on his cock and in between his legs and coming my brains out as it was read aloud, with nothing else to focus on Grace's words. Her reading of the text took the main character's core issues - that she was a horny as fuck and desperately wanted the male character's cock, to the point she was willing to say or do just about anything for more of it - and cast them in an entirely different light. It wasn't that she was a pathetic mewling wreck, ruled by her cunt; it was that she was really horny and totally understably using her sex appeal to get what she wanted (which, in this case, was sex with the man in question).
Occasionally, she'd take advantage of a paragraph break or an ellipsis to lean into Theo and kiss his neck or nibble on his earlobe, before going right back to reading. Theo just leaned back, casually throwing his arm around either woman, groping Penny's free tit as he idly tweaked Grace's nipple.
I just kept bobbing on his cock, gagging and slurping and licking. Theo seemed sexually inexhaustible, and he hadn't even come since we'd begun this whole show. I didn't know how long it had been since I'd first put his cock in my mouth this time, but I would have guessed at least half an hour.
At some point in there, Theo decided he wanted to switch who was reading, taking the laptop from Grace and giving it to the gasping, panting Penny - who only took twenty seconds or so to catch her breath enough to start reading. Grace got Theo's fingers at that point, as he chose to focus his attention entirely on Grace's cunt, fingers dipping into her and playing with her pussy, while she shivered and moaned in pleasure on his hand.
For me, there was just the familiar flavor of his cock inside my mouth. I plunged it into my throat, continuing to wear down my gag reflex, his scent filling my nostrils, my hand still active in my cunt. The fact that he was ignoring me in favor of Grace was only adding to my arousal, the raw humiliation of it intense.
We're in my home. We're in my apartment, and he's invited two other women over, and he's paying more attention to them than to me. I have his cock in my mouth and my throat, and he's paying more attention to them than me.
I don't quite know why, but I made muffled noises around his cock, trying to attract his attention back down to me. Penny was reading misogynistic filth with the voice of a woman reading sexts from the most beautiful man alive, and I was trying to attract Theo's attention to me with pathetic little noises, muffled little gags and slurps and begging, pleading mumbles around his cock.
He responded by kissing Grace. He definitely heard me. No doubt about that. He was doing it on purpose to further humiliate me, and it was working. My arousal spiked even as I kept making muffled noises of desire and desperation around his cock, Penny continuing to read out the depraved monologue to my side. I barely even caught what she was saying - something about how women are for pumping out babies and sucking cock? It was background noise, a steady beat of misogynistic drivel that nevertheless pressured my skull as I sucked and slurped more and more noisily on his cock, one hand caressing Theo's thigh, trying to attract his attention back down towards me.
He gets off on ignoring you. He obviously gets off on it. Fucking women he's not paying attention to is his ultimate thrill. He does it to you, to Penny, to Grace. Whoever he has his cock inside always gets the least attention.
God, but it was fucking with my head. I came again, moaning wetly around his cock as Penny continued to read, panting heavily. "'If I do this, then I'll get to suck your cock again, right?' I asked. He smirked at me and nodded. 'O-okay. Start the recording.' I swallowed, and he turned the camera on. 'I, Reina Kurashiki, am nothing but a stupid, fat-titted bitch, who deserves to be humiliated by a big strong man like Hajime. I'm so happy I have him to put me in my place. I am not being blackmailed, I really do like this. Is that good, Hajime-kun? Please, feed me your cock again.' Gosh, it's so good," Penny added, panting again.
Theo, by that point, was not so vigorous in enforcing the rules about reading the smut. Instead, he just enjoyed making out with Grace, whose noisy licking of the inside of his mouth sent shivers down my spine as I continued to masturbate.
I was coming, over and over again, of course. Each orgasm was like a hammer smashing into my skull, battering down my defenses and my thoughts with pleasure. I had been slowly but surely turned into an empty-headed fucktoy on Theo's cock, and at that point, I didn't even mind. My brain was just a sloppy mess of pleasure, and to the extent I felt anything negative, it's that Theo was paying attention to Grace, not me - an idiotic sort of jealousy.
Theo, at that point, took a grip on my hair. I let him guide my head as he peeled me up and off his cock, making me mewl softly, lips stretching down towards his dick, tongue lolling out - and before I overpowered him to suck his dick back into my mouth so I could start orgasming again, he blew his load all over my face with a groan, thick globs of spunk splattering all over my face.
He sighed at that point, breaking off the kiss with Grace, who panted, looking at him with smoldering, lovestruck eyes. His cock pulsed in front of my face as my mouth hung open, tongue lolling out. I'm sure I looked like a mess. Penny kept reading, as I kept masturbating, too horny and stupefied to remember I couldn't orgasm from it, trying desperately to crest over that ridge once more.
"Haaa, fuck. I think- nn, I think we should go to bed. Darla, go to the bathroom, wash your face off, and then come to bed. Penny, Grace," he said, standing up, offering his arm to the other two women, which they promptly took.
I had to crawl to the bathroom, his earlier order still in effect. I leaned up over the sink, wiping my face off of cum in the sink, then making sure to clear the spunk down into the drain so it wouldn't dry. I sighed as I looked myself in the eyes, momentarily spared the constant dual pressures of filthy misogynistic smut and Theo's cock.
Unfortunately, my bathroom connected directly to my bedroom, so I soon crawled back into my bedroom, up onto my bed - only to find Theo had decided to lie there with Penny and Grace curled up on either side of him. I was honestly struck dumb by it, just staring at him. He smirked at me. "You can sleep in between my legs tonight, Darla," he told me. There was something sadistic mixed in with those words. This is your punishment for trying to run away, he seemed to be staying. "Go ahead."
I worked my mouth. I briefly considered arguing, but ultimately, I was exhausted. Not physically - I didn't get physically exhausted - but mentally. I'd been blasted with orgasm after orgasm, so I dutifully crawled under the covers, in between his legs, and rested my cheek against his thigh. His cock remained in my vision, still slick with my saliva, the scent of it thick in this confined space.
I was stuck down there, and since I didn't sleep, there wasn't anything to do but to think.
To think about what he'd done to me on our first date; what had happened since; how he had slowly but surely tried to manipulate me, to introduce me to this and that, to control me... I tried to think about Grace, and Penny, and to guess and work out how it worked.
Grace came first. Grace was apparently slower to 'adjust' to his control - he had waited until the third personal show to actually start ordering her around, that was what she had said, whereas Penny got it the first time. Presumably, his first trial of - whatever it was. Go to the strip club, find the girl stripping her way through med school, and fry her brain. It was his first try, so Grace was more... or less...
Grace was 'worse behaved' than Penny. Obviously, I had nothing but sympathy for both women, but Grace was clearly one who tried to press up against the limitations of Theo's control. She felt jealous of me, obviously, but couldn't express it except by catty little snipes here and there.
She didn't seem to gain the same arousal from humiliation that Penny and I had, either. No, when I thought about what seemed to turn her on, it was being ordered around.
That's probably it, isn't it? You both have to obey, but she's programmed to enjoy obedience. You and Penny are programmed to enjoy humiliation. It has to be something like that, doesn't it?
It made as much sense as I could make it, anyway.
What he'd done to Penny seemed very close to me, except she was permitted to talk about mind control, and I wasn't. Some tweak in the programming, presumably.
But... other than that, it did seem like what he'd done to Penny was the same as me. Which makes sense: try it out on Grace, notice the flaws, tweak, adjust, improve, then try it out on Penny, and it's basically perfect, so make the smallest tweaks and use it on me. Yet Penny and I were in very different positions. She was uninhibitedly enthusiastic, whereas I'd noticed the control. It wasn't about being forbidden from talking about mind control, either, I'd only noticed that long into my suspicions, so what was the difference...?
Ah. There it was. Obvious, now.
It's hard to think while he's fucking me. What is the first thing he did, when he invited me over to his place? He made me watch porn, then suck his cock, then fucked me. And fucked me. And fucked me. Until he fell asleep. And what happened when he fell asleep? I got the mental space to contemplate what was going on.
Penny, presumably, hadn't gotten that mental space, since she still needed to sleep.
He was trying to deny it to me: constantly fucking me, even now, and when he wasn't fucking me, ordering me to read smut for hours straight until my brain was leaking out of my cunt.
The point was something like, denying me the mental space to contemplate my position. He didn't know I didn't need to sleep, so he kept leaving me these hours-long chances to ruminate on what he'd done to me.
There had to be something there, didn't there?
Come on. Come on.
I racked my brain. I could- I could go to my computer. Try to compose an email. Maybe- maybe I could get something put together, if I was careful enough in how I tried. Could I copy-paste keywords? Were there websites where I could just click on words as they appeared? Could I code something that would piece it together for me, without me needing to write?
While all that takes relatively little time to describe, coming down from the high and filtering through memories had taken a couple hours, and Theo, Grace, and Penny, were now all asleep. I crawled out of bed.
I still couldn't stand up. I resisted the urge to let out a frustrated groan, and made my way to the living room. I gently shifted my body up onto the couch, took out my laptop, and set to work on trying every single idea I could come up with.
Couldn't write, of course.
Copy pasting individual words or letters to make forbidden words didn't work.
I coded up something simple that would type out each letter of the alphabet, one per second, and then loop. Rather than writing what I wanted to say, I could just delete what I didn't.
I AM BEING MIABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
That was as far as I got before my fingers locked up. Six minutes to get that far, only to be stopped. I even tried turning off the program and just deleting everything up until the first N, but I couldn't.
I deleted the text altogether, not wanting it to potentially be spotted by Theo and give him confirmation that I knew what he was doing to me.
The door to the bedroom opened, and there was Theo. My whole body stiffened as he looked at me. I was covered in the electric glow of my laptop screen, while the man himself looked down at me. I quietly, smoothly, closed both the program I'd been coding, and the explorer folder which I'd saved it in. As I moved my fingers, I tried to speak slowly and quietly. "Sorry, sir. I was trying to catch up on some work."
"Of course you were," he said, stepping towards me. He glanced at the computer, seeing only the smutty story that Penny had left open on it. He smirked at that. "Give me the computer."
I had no choice. I had to give him the computer. He sat down next to me, typing into the browser, while I sat there, shivering in anticipation and fear. What's he going to do to me? What's going to happen to me? My mouth felt dry. My pussy was wet. My hands opened and closed as I waited, glancing over at him from time to time.
He reached over for his own computer, grabbing a pair of wireless earbuds. He fiddled around some more, and then - "There we go," he said. He clicked a button on the computer, and I could hear the faint, quiet noise of a female, machine voice through them. With my powers, I could have focused in on the noise, but I chose not to, instead remaining silent as he did the last little bit. "Alright. That should work. Put these in your ears, then come back to bed, and keep them in your ears all night."
I had no choice but to put the earbuds in. Instantly, I was greeted by a female voice.
"My name is Elizabeth. I used to be a feminist and a lesbian, but my husband taught me that men should be in charge, and we women should be in the home, putting our natural talents to good use, as cocksuckers, housewives, and broodmares. This is the story of how I learned better. This is the story of how Liz became Betsy. This is the story of my deconstruction."
It was quiet. Not loud. A soft whisper, even, just small enough you could probably have gone to sleep to it.
Unfortunately... I couldn't sleep.
So I had no choice but to listen to three hundred thousand words of smut about a lesbian feminist being turned into a domesticated housewife.
It made my pussy wet, my clit throb, and my thinking dull, very quickly.
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