You’re asleep on your stomach, face buried in the pillow, legs slightly parted like you always do when you’re out cold.
Moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across your bare ass. I watch you breathe slow and deep for a minute, cock already thickening in my hand.
Quiet as anything, I reach for the small bottle on the nightstand. Bottom-shelf vodka, cheap and strong. No lube needed tonight. Just the slick rim of the bottle and your relaxed hole.
I press the neck against you gentle at first. You don’t stir. I tilt it slow, let the cold liquid trickle in. A thin stream slides past your ring, filling you bit by bit. Your body takes it easy, greedy even in sleep.
I keep pouring until half the bottle’s gone, ass cheeks clenching once or twice around the glass like they’re trying to hold it in. A little spills out, runs down your crack, soaks the sheet.
I cap it, set it aside. Climb onto the bed careful, straddle your thighs. My cock rests heavy against your ass while I wait.
Minutes pass. Your breathing changes. Shallower. A soft groan slips out. Hips shift restless. The alcohol hits your bloodstream fast this way, flooding you while you dream.
Your eyes flutter open slow, glassy and confused. “Wha…?” Voice thick, slurred already. You try to push up on your elbows but your arms feel like lead.
I lean down, chest to your back, pin you flat again. “Shh. You’re drunk, baby. Real drunk. Didn’t even know you were drinking tonight, did you?”
You mumble something incoherent, head lolling. I spread your cheeks, see your hole still slick and loose from the vodka. I push in slow, no resistance. Your cunt’s dripping too, body betraying you even half-conscious.
I fuck you steady, deep, letting the motion rock you back into that hazy place. You whimper soft, hips lifting weak to meet me like instinct. No fight. No questions. Just warm, pliant flesh taking every inch.
“See how easy you are like this? My little blackout slut. Waking up soaked and stuffed because I decided you needed to be used.”
I speed up, chase my own release while you drift in and out, moaning broken syllables. When I come I flood you, hold deep until you’re leaking me and vodka both.
You pass out again mid-breath, ass still twitching around my softening cock. I pull out slow, kiss the back of your neck.
Sleep it off, baby. Tomorrow you’ll wake up sore, head pounding, sheets sticky, no memory of how you got so wrecked.
And I’ll be right here, ready to remind you who poured the drink.
#nsfwtwt
Dumbing down an intelligent sub.
Not allowing them to correct typos. Making them ask you instead of researching. Accepting everything you say as the truth. Replacing their books with bedtime stories. Taking credit for all their ideas.
Eventually they end up dependent on you. Just a cute little pet happy to be taken care of 💜
Fucking that’s less about fucking and more about beating the hell out of each other until one of us is too worn out to fight back, giving the other the opportunity to take advantage.
gonna set an $80 goal for things for my halloween costume ;3
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Naughty boys who don’t do their homework only have one thing on their mind: that pink worm between their legs. This distraction has to be taken care of. It’s the responsibility of their older domme to deal with this distraction through relief or chastity!
fat girls are goon targets i said what i said. have all that meat and squishy fuckable parts and you really expect me to not rub my shit to you? yea careful what you post because if i even see a hint of a double chin or somethin that jiggles when you move IM GOIN FERAL
I tie you back in the big gaming chair with your legs hooked high over the armrests and ankles roped together above your head. More rope binds your wrists behind the headrest and loops around your thighs and waist so your hips stay tilted up and everything is on full display. Your clothes are shoved open and aside while the room fills with the glow of monitors and the sound of furious clicking.
Five of my friends are locked in a brutal tournament on their screens. Every kill and every win is about you. They’re competing hard for the right to stand up, walk over, and fuck you right there in the chair while the others keep playing or wait their turn. You feel the chair creak under you as your body reacts to every aggressive shout.
When a match ends one of them rips off the headset and crosses the room without wasting time. He steps between your spread legs, hooks the fabric fully aside, and pushes straight in deep and hard. You’re fucked right there with the chair rocking and the monitors still flickering while the next round starts. The winner takes what he earned and the rest stay hungry for their shot.
I invite you over for what you think is a normal dinner party with friends. Instead I strip you naked the moment you arrive and lay you out as the centerpiece of the table. A beautiful sushi dinner is arranged carefully across your skin, rolls balanced delicately and clustered especially around your most sensitive regions.
You flush with embarrassment as both familiar and unfamiliar guests take their seats all around you. They comment on your body, tease you with chopsticks, and take every opportunity to touch and feel the pretty centerpiece in front of them. Some dip their rolls directly into the wetness dripping from between your legs before eating.
By the end of the meal your body is completely exposed and revealed, splattered with soy sauce and wasabi paste that burns mildly on your skin. The food is gone and the guests have thoroughly enjoyed both the dinner and the display I made of you. You stay on the table until I decide otherwise.