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This piece came about from me mispronouncing a word and having an idea... Can you tell what word I was trying to say?

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Your moaning sounded soft, almost pathetic, as you felt the dildo move back and forth inside you. “W-wha?” You managed to say, before another moan slipped from your lips, the pleasure distracting your mind. You didn’t understand. But it felt good.

Your partner placed a finger over your lips, smirking. “Shh, puppet. I don’t think you need to understand what’s going on.” They said. The pleasure from the dildo made your mind tingle and spark. “I don’t think you need to think. No. You just need to sink deeper.”

That made sense. You were struggling to think already. So, what difference did it make if you sank deeper for them? “That’s right.” Their lip pulled down from your lip as their hand gently went to your throat. Not applying pressure. Just reminding you of their control.

“Sink deeper, and deeper with every thrust. Letting the pleasure overwrite your mind feels so good, doesn’t it?” You let out another moan, nodding, or maybe it was just your head moving with the thrusts of the dildo. Bouncing, just like a part of you longed to bounce on it.

But they were in control. So, with every thrust, your mind got a little blanker. They fucked you full of pleasure, and now you couldn’t think. “Look at you, puppet. You can’t think. You can just moan, and mewl, and let your eyes roll like the needy little thing that you are.”

Their words were so hot. Some tiny part of you wanted more. Wanted them to be rougher, to press your neck into their hand to feel the pressure. But the rest of you was devoid of want. Devoid of thought. All that existed was the pleasure. Their pleasure.

It was a soft, slow, sensual experience you got. Just them fucking you deeper, and deeper, until submission was all that existed. Until your pleasure was torn from your lips, shattering across your mind, leaving you seeing stars, empty, open, and ready for their words.