Forcing alcohol down my pup’s throat to watch how hard she tries to keep herself still, whine edging from the corners of their mouth as I kept their head up. My hand held tight onto their cheeks as each drop of wine went down their throat. “We’re not stopping yet, pet~”
“use your words” “you look so pretty when you’re desperate for me” “you make such pretty noises” “you’re being so good for me” “stay still and let me use you” AHHHHHHHH
forced intox, but very deliberate. She tells you what you will drink, how it is going to make you feel and how she will “take care of” you. When you are lighter, and weaker, and you need her. When you are a soft bit of nothing. An object made too easy to use.
And you will drink.