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She gets more creative. Instead of having to wait for her roommates to go out, so she has the dorm to herself, she manages to find out which rooms are currently unused in this part of the building. A little bit of glyph-work and some careful testing with her saber, and the door swings open for her without a problem.
Weiss nearly squeals with excitement as she dances into the empty dorm and lets the door fall shut behind her. Oh, it’s been way too long since she had a room to herself. She finds herself missing the privacy of her lavish rooms back home, despite everything that had prompted her to leave.
But now she has an entire dorm suite to herself, whenever she wants! Ozpin can eat that team building measure of his, a girl deserves to have some alone time.
Sighing, she lets herself fall on the bed closest to her, before remembering the bags she'd dropped on the floor and pulling them up to her.
She can’t waste any time. It's past midnight, her teammates had already been asleep when she'd snuck out of the door, and she needs to get up early enough to sneak back in before they wake up. The time in between she has to make worth it.
Despite her time limit, she can’t bring herself to skip anything.
The lights of the room are dimmed down to a minimum.
The tall mirror she finds in the bathroom is placed carefully on the wall near her chosen bed. Not quite as large as the ones in that shopping mall, but big enough that she can see herself easily from head to toe, and from knee to knee if she spreads her thighs.
Her hair is combed until it shines, then tied up in her usual ponytail. Flowing elegantly down her back, but not covering too much of her skin.
And there is a lot of skin to keep uncovered. She'd splurged more money today than she did during the entire last month, but she can’t find it in herself to regret a single penny of it. The set of lingerie she's put on for now is a deep shade of black with just a touch of silvery-blue, which makes the flush under her skin just look all the more rosy. It starts with a bralette that, despite being paper thin and entirely see-through, manages to push her meager tits up and together, giving the illusion that her chest is much more filled out than it actually is. Weiss can’t get enough of the way her pale skin shines through the dark, glossy cups, the way they make her breasts look supple and well-rounded, almost squeezing out of the lacy trim holding them.
The g-string that belongs to this set is made from the very same glossy-black material as the bralette, and just like the bralette, hides not an inch of the skin beneath. She can see her clit through the gauzy front panel, her swollen labia barely contained by the tiny strip of fabric. It eventually tapers into a string that dips between her ass cheeks, before reappearing above them at the base of her spine, where the other two ends of the piece loop around. Where the three strings meet, they are held together by a cute, silver ring in the shape of a heart. Underneath it, two lacy bands of silk hold up a set of tight-fitting stockings.
Weiss looks at herself in the mirror, and cannot help but feel a little embarrassed. She looks so… sexy. A prettied up doll, adorned with everything she needs to make her look ripe for the taking. It's nothing like what Weiss expected from herself, but she can’t ignore the scandalized little thrill it gives her. She looks just like the kind of eager, willing fucktoy the Ouroboros voice makes her feel like.
Her breathing turning heavy, she finally reaches for her scroll and opens the site with trembling hands. Her wireless earbuds charged and connected, she scrolls through the titles until the letters start to swim before her eyes, excitement making her clumsy — there.
Discipline training, it's titled, and the pink little tag underneath marks it as recommending toy usage. She's been dying to try one of these out, and now that she's spend an embarrassingly large sum in that sex shop, she finally can.
She picks out one of the smaller ones from her selection, something comfortable to start out with. Still big, but something she can probably handle once she is wet and desperate enough — a given, with these videos. It's a pale blue, maybe six or seven inch long silicone dildo, all rounded shapes and smooth, tapering curves. Looking at it now, it really doesn’t look as small as she first thought Weiss realizes with a little bit of trepidation. Maybe she had been a bit overzealous in that shop.
But it’s too late now. All of her preparation and dressing up has left her pussy drooling for something to fill her up, and after letting her excitement build up for so long, she simply cannot wait any longer.
Weiss presses play, and lets the perfect, mind-numbing whisper of His voice wash over her.
“Kneel.”
She does. Immediately, staring at her reflection to make sure she does it perfectly. Just the way he told her to, yesterday.
“That’s right,” he croons, making her shudder. “That's where you belong.”
There's an edge to his voice today, a meanness that makes her pulse quicken in something like… uncertainty.
“On your knees, waiting for instruction. Completely at my mercy. You can feel it, how wet it makes you to submit to me.”
Maybe she should choose another video? Maybe this one's a little too—
“You're a natural at it. Such a good girl for me.”
Her wariness is washed away like it never existed, his praise cleansing her of all caution, all warning thoughts. Soothed, she sinks into the rising haze of submission. She's a good girl, a good girl for him. His voice is warm and full of approval. She is safe with him, safe to be empty and hazy and mindless…
“You've been craving it, haven’t you. To stop pretending you have any willpower of your own. You want to let go, become my sweet little plaything again. My perfect, mindless whore, ready to do whatever I want.”
There's a brief little pulse of apprehension, so many years of knowing that word as an insult rearing their head. Her brow furrows just a little, even as her abdomen clenches in delight.
“Don’t fight it, sweetheart. I know you love being called a whore. Why else would your cunt pulse every time I say it? Why else would you get so soft and sweet and confused, every time you hear that word?”
That tiny spark of apprehension is snuffed out like a flame between two fingers, and her brow relaxes immediately, the thought forgotten. Swallowed by his words.
“It's because it’s true, pet. Just let it happen… accept it, accept everything I say… That’s what you really need, deep down.”
“Breathe out, my plaything. All those hard, heavy thoughts that keep bothering you when I'm not here, let them drift away with every breath. Again, and again, and again.”
Her eyes are glued to her chest as she obeys. Her breasts rising and falling with every deep, deep breath… every thought floating away… her nipples poking through the sheer, glossy fabric, she looks so perfect like this…
“Feel how light and happy you become without them. There is only warm, happy nothing in your head, just as it's supposed to be. You become empty for me… so empty…”
Her eyes are unfocused. Her lips parted. Her head falls back, slowly, eyes half-lidded as his voice wraps around her soul…
“Listen to me. Fall into my voice. It makes you so nice and dumb and wet for me. Say it with me, pet. Nice and dumb and wet…”
She can’t hear herself say it, but her lips move in the mirror. They echo his words with a soft, lazy smile, so practiced at being obedient already.
“So good, pet,” he whispers his praise, and dopamine floods her brain until she gasps. “You are being so good. I know there's nothing left in your head anymore. I know you're my perfect, mindless little whore again. It's getting easier and easier every time, isn’t it?”
It’s better than touching herself, to hear him praise her. His words are like pure warmth running down her chest, cupping her breasts, stroking her skin. She is so desperate for them… so desperate to be praised…
“You'd do anything for me like this. It makes you so wet, to know that you don’t have to think. You just have to obey, and then you'll get to cum. You want to come for me, don’t you? You want it so bad.”
Yes. Please. Yes. She doesn’t think, no thinking, just wants to come, please.
“Take your toy,” he commands, and her hand finds the dildo blind. “Keep your other hand down. You don’t want to lose your pose — you want to be pretty for me.”
Her reflection smiles breathlessly, pushing out her chest, relishing the stretch in her muscles. Pretty for him. So pretty on her knees for him.
“It's big,” he smiles into her ear as her fingers trace the toy. “I know it is. My good girl needs a big, fat cock to stretch you open. I taught you that early on.”
Memories swirling through her brain. No thoughts, just echoes of his voice.
You want a big, fat cock to stretch you open.
You crave to feel its thick, hot come in your belly.
A helpless little whine leaves her lips.
“Put your hand around it. At the base, the head pointing down your arm. Now lift it up.”
Reverse grip, dances through her mind as she obeys, the silicone cock hard and heavy against her forearm. A word that carries images of a saber, of fighting, but quickly melts into something softer, replaced by the image of the blue, bulbous cock her pussy is drooling for.
“Higher. All the way to your mouth, and a little bit higher still.”
“Look at it. Look how big and hard it is for you. Just how you love it.”
There is saliva threatening to spill over her lips. She can’t swallow, all her attention focused on the mouthwatering gift before her.
“Open your mouth, pet. Show me how much you want it.”
Yes. Her lips close around the big, round head, hungrily slurping it into her waiting mouth. The tension beneath her skin releasing into a hot, eager fervor as she kisses and worships the toy.
“That’s right. Suck. Work your lips down its shaft, up and down. You can go deeper than that. Deeper.”
Even though it is her hand, still reverse gripping the base of the cock and shoving it down her throat, she is still taken by surprise by it. Her throat spasming around its girth, hugging it tightly as she works it up and down, head thrown back in abandon, desperate to make him say the words she longs to hear.
“Good girl.”
She moans around the dildo, swallows even more.
“Just like that. You love gagging on cock. Your poor little cunt can’t help but throb every time you even think about it. Feel the way it thrusts into your throat, the way it fucks your head empty of air, empty of thoughts, until you're dizzy and stupid for it.”
Yes, yes, yes! Tears running down her eyes, her vision blurry, she can’t breathe around its length in her throat. Her entire body swaying with it, so dizzy and stupid, so good-wet-dumb-empty—
“Slow, now. Good girl. Pull it out, little by little. Look how beautiful it is, covered in your spit.”
She's weightless. Carried by his praise and her lack of oxygen, lost inside a pink, fluffy mist of obedience and arousal. So lost to it she doesn’t even gasp for air, only slowly draws it into her poor, starved lungs, too busy admiring the cock sliding out between slack, soft lips. Even as oxygen returns to her lungs, his constant flow of praise keeps her floating.
“Good girl. So good for me. Kiss it. Run your tongue down its underside, just like that. Good girl.”
The head pops from her mouth, a string of drool between its head and her tongue. She kisses it, just as she's been told, licks up and down its length. Her eyes are empty pools of blue, reflecting the way her saliva glistens off the toy
“I think you've earned a reward, pet. Good, obedient whores who love cock deserve to be rewarded. And you have been so good and obedient for me. Say it.”
“So good…” she rasps dreamily, her throat hoarse from the abuse. “So o-obedient…”
“Let your other hand slide forward, now. Let your upper body sink down, it’s alright. Stay on your knees for me, and let your head rest flat on the bed.”
Her head meets the mattress. Her eyes stay glued to her reflection.
“Mmm, so pretty for me. Raise your ass, pet. Show me how wet you are for me.”
The little, heart-shaped ring of her g-string glistens in the mirror. Upside down now, as she pushes her ass up, mesmerized by how it looks just below her round, toned ass cheeks.
“Good girl,” his voice tickles her brain, makes her eyes roll back. “You're just begging to be fucked. You've wanted it for so long, remember?
You want a big, fat cock to stretch you open.
You crave to feel its thick, hot come in your belly.
“Yesssssss…. mmmm, yes…”
“Put your hands between your legs. Place that dripping, hard cock against your needy little cunt.”
She does. First through the silky slip of fabric that is her g-string, then pushing it aside to feel the head against her bare flesh.
“Feel how your pussy is begging for it. Begging for cock. It hurts how bad you want it.”
Fuck, her cunt is throbbing. She can feel her heartbeat pulse against the stiff silicone, her entrance desperate to choke on its length. Now that he said it she can focus on nothing else.
“Rub the head over your entrance. Feel how wet you are for it. A perfect slut, so eager and ready. Drag it through your folds, see how big and long it is.”
“You're gonna put it inside you, pet. All of it, even if you cry.”
“Go on. Push it in, just a little.”
The head slips into her cunt, and she nearly weeps with relief. Her walls are working around it, as if to pull it in, and the sensation of something firm and hard between her legs slots into her brain like a missing piece. She tugs it back and forth, just by millimeters, and gasps for air as she finally feels what she's been waiting for.
“That's not so bad, is it?” his voice keeps pouring into her head. “That’s just what you needed. It's so nice to have something hard to clench down on, isn’t it, pet?”
Yes, god, yes, so nice. That desperate need, finally soothed. She could stay like this forever.
“Give yourself more. You need more. You need to be fucked open.”
Her eyes fly wide open as she pushes in more, a gasp punched from her lungs. She's wet, she's so wet, but she's also so tight, she's never had anything inside her before. It stings, being stretched open like this, she needs a moment to grow accustomed—
“Harder. You need it. Pull it back, push it in deeper. Again.”
She cries out as she does, her hands moving on their own. Pulling out, nearly all the way, then plunging the cock back into her pussy with force, almost halfway in. The stretch makes her go cross-eyed, tongue lolling out.
“Oh, it hurts, pet. I know it hurts,” the voice croons into her ears. Soothing her, petting her, drawing her deeper under its spell. She is panting, whining, rubbing her face against the soft blanket as she relaxes into his deep, caring voice… before he sneers out a hard, cold: “Again.”
“That’s right, let it out. Cry all you want. Thrust your hips back, pet, take even more of it. Of that mean, hard cock that’s making your cry so prettily.”
There's a smile in his voice, condescension dripping from every word. But she hangs on them anyway, drunk on his clear, sadistic pleasure.
“Feel it, pet, feel every painful inch of it inside you. Smile for me, now, be good. And thrust it in again.”
She's hyperventilating, tears and sobs wrecking her body almost as much as the cock spearing her pussy. No matter how much she wants to stop, she just can’t, because he hasn’t told her to. It's disorienting, an almost manic pleasure weaving through the pain. She has to be good, she needs to be good, she's his obedient little fuck doll, that perfect, empty girl from her dreams, it's her, it's her, it's her—
“You'll keep going, my little whore,” his voice washes over her brain with every thrust, ruining every attempt at recovery.
“You can’t help it.”
She can’t.
“You don’t control the pace, pet. I do.”
He does.
“That cock is mine.”
Yes.
“I'm the one fucking you. I'm the one breaking you in.”
Yes, yes, yessssss—
“Tell me who's in control, pet. Tell me who's fucking you.”
The damn bursts, and everything makes sense again.
“You are,” she babbles, body shaking with every hard, forceful thrust of his, “you're in control, you're fucking me, y-you… you're fucking me, ah, aaaaaaaah—“
“That’s right. Focus on that. Think about nothing else.”
“I'm the one stretching your open. I'm the one thrusting into your tight little pussy. In and out, pet, in and out. You can’t do anything about it. You can only take it. Deeper and deeper. I fill you deeper and deeper.”
It feels amazing. It feels mind-breaking. He fucks her just how she deserves it, hard and mean and deep. All the fight has drained out of her at the realization that it’s him who's doing this to her, him who's breaking her open on his big, hard cock. She can’t stop him, and it’s such a relief, because it means she doesn’t even have to try. She can only go soft and limp in his grasp. She can only moan her pleasure into the night, only let him reshape her pussy around his length.
“That’s good, pet,” he rewards her, and she mewls as the praise fries her brain once more. “You're so empty, after all. You love being empty, because that means you can be filled up with cock. Like this.”
A final, cruel thrust and his cock is buried all the way in. Her spine arches up, her head lifting from the bed, and her reflection cries out, helpless and writhing like a pinned-down kitten.
“Mmmm, it hurts, doesn’t it?”
The sympathy in his voice is so false even the wrung-out, cock-drunk Weiss can understand it as such, and it makes her pussy quiver in anxious delight.
“But you love that, too. Needy little whores like you love it when they’re so full it hurts. They love taking cock until they're stuffed to the brim. It makes them come so hard, pet. You'll see.”
Yes. The pain just makes it better, she can see it now. She loves it when he fucks her so hard it hurts, she loves to take his cock all the way. He knows her so well. He knows that she needs it. And she's gonna come so hard… she's gonna come on his big, fat cock inside her, he's gonna feel her come around him…
“Oh, but you can’t come yet. You haven’t deserved it yet.”
Her body grinds to a halt. Even the twitches of her pussy cease, going completely still around his cock.
“Good girl,” he praises her, and she melts back into submissive softness. “So full of my voice, so full of my cock.”
“Stretch your ass a little higher for me. Curve your back, be a good whore for me. Stay like that while I use you.”
She moans with her lips closed, eyes drifting shut as he begins to thrust into her limp, willing body once more. Relaxing into his rhythm. She can’t do anything, after all. He's doing this to her. She just has to take it… all she wants is to take it…
“A good whore should look the part. It feels so good to you, to pose like a fuck doll while you take my cock. Harder, pet. It makes you feel sooooo good.”
“…uh-huh…” she slurs from her slack lips, pressed against the mattress. “…so good… feels so good… harder, yessss…”
“Your tits rubbing back and forth with every thrust… Pretty little nipples, hard and tight for me, always being teased and tortured as I fuck you.”
Gods, yes… he shoves her ass forward every time he rams his cock back into her, making her entire body drag over the sheets alongside it. Her nipples are aching; stiff little pebbles that feel the friction even through that gauzy nothing of a bra. She moans and whines and presses down on them even harder.
“Your mouth hanging open... I bet your throat still hurts a little, hm? From when it was gagging around the cock that’s now buried to the hilt in your cunt.”
Yes, yes… god, she loved choking on his cock, she loves choking on it now, she loves it so much, so much—
“So deep, pet. I'm fucking you full of it.”
Fuck, yes, so full of him, she can feel him so deep inside her, and she just wants to come—
“Don’t come.”
She freezes. Arousal dripping down onto the bed, walls hugging his cock so tightly, but he stopped moving and that perfect, blinding orgasm is slipping away from her again, no, no, please…
“Oh, poor thing. You're gonna cry again, I know it. All because you want to come on my cock.”
Tears are already blurring her vision, frustration and helplessness stinging in her eyes, and he's enjoying how she suffers, how she whines and begs and pleads for him.
“You see now why you had to keep taking it, even when it hurt. Because now you're crying just as much when I stop, aren’t you? Poor, silly girl. Never knows how much she loves something until she's forced to do it.”
It's not… she can’t follow, she can’t think, she just wants to… why can’t she come, why won’t he—
“It's okay. You just don’t know what you want pet. It's not your fault. You're just an empty-headed, cock-drunk little plaything, after all.”
….it's… 's not her fault, yes… she's just so dumb, mmh, so stupid for his cock, just can’t help it…
“You need me to tell you what you want. You need me to think for you. Because you know what happens when you're full of cock.”
Yes… yes, she knows now… she remembers…
You don’t need to think when you're being fucked.
You don’t need to think when you're clenching down on someone's cock.
You don’t need to think when you feel it pump you full of come.
You're empty, brainless, sensitive, happy.
“It just turns your brain off, hm? It just makes you sooo eager to please, so silly and needy. You really can’t be expected to know what’s good for you, hmm? Don't worry, pet, let me make it better. I'll fuck it better.”
The thrusting resumes, and her mind goes back to sleep, her head filling with that prickling, happy haze again.
“You can feel it already. How my cock thrusting in and out of you makes all the bad feelings go away. How you become sweet and happy again. You can’t help it. The friction is just so good.”
Sssssso good… it's… is so good…
“You feel the way my cock is dragging through your cunt, stroking your insides just right, and you forget everything. Your only purpose is to be fucked. You become my cocksleeve, and nothing more. That's what happens every time you're filled up.”
This time… he'll let her come this time… he's gonna, please, pretty please…
“You stop being a person, and you start being a needy, submissive, desperate little slut that says yes to anything, anyone.”
“I fucked that into you, pet. I'm fucking it into you right now. Touch your belly, pet. Feel how deep it's planted inside you already.”
One palm on her stomach. The movement of his cock in her pussy, just beneath her hand. It's too much, it's too much, she needs to come, she has to she has to she has to—
“Don’t come.”
She's crying. Wailing. Rocking her hips back against his cock, but it’s no use, he has no mercy. Powerless, she collapses back onto the bed and lets herself drown in his voice once more.
“Oh, you poor thing. You need to come so badly, but you just can’t. You don’t understand why, hm? You're so helpless and dumb, you just can’t figure it out.”
She sniffles, her body so strung up she can barely move a muscle, but he leaves her no choice.
“Fuck yourself,” he tells her, cruel and delighting in it. “Do it. Fuck yourself on my cock. Ruin your pussy on my thick, hard length, you know you want to.”
She does, she does wants to, but he won’t let her come… she knows he won’t let her come… she obeys anyway, fucking herself on his cock like her life depends on it.
“Yes. Feel it thrust your brains out, but don’t let it make you come. Be a good little slut for me.”
It's so cruel. It's so painful. She's crying, but she's cried before and he always pushed her through it. She doesn’t know what she wants. She needs him to tell her what she wants. She needs him to think for her. All she can do is obey… be good and empty and obey…
“So close. I know you're so close. Just a little more and you'll finally break apart, won’t you? Ah, but you can’t, because I told you not to.”
Yeah, yeah, she's so close, yes… please…
“I want you to get yourself right to the edge, right up against that orgasm you want so badly, and then I want you to stop.”
Almost there… she's almost there, her entire body begging for it… but she stops.
It's the strangest sensation.
The denial stops feeling painful, and instead starts to feel… soft. Like she's turning fuzzy at the edges.
“Yes. You feel that, my little whore? Do you feel yourself fraying? I know you do. I know you feel like you're floating, like you are melting away.”
His voice is everywhere. It's coming from behind her, from above her, from inside her.
“You can’t tell up from down anymore, can you? You just can’t comprehend anything.”
He is whispering into her ear, he is dripping the words directly into her brain.
There's a smile on his lips.
“That's powerlessness, my pet, and you love it. You love being at my mercy. This is the feeling you've been craving. This is what you dream of, what you long for.”
“Only I can give it to you. Say it.”
“Only you can give it to me.”
The words aren’t slurred anymore. She stares into the dark, unblinking, and breathes the words without a hitch.
“Mmm, my perfect little puppet. Your cunt is begging you to touch it, begging you to let this torment end.”
She's throbbing. Her entire body is throbbing, a steady, desperate plus that converges between her thighs. Just a little more pressure and she'd come. If she raised her hand and touched her clit, she'd fall apart into orgasm.
Neither of her hands moves.
“But you and I both know… it's begging the wrong person, pet.”
Her glassy eyes widen. A sudden, baffling clarity flooding through her as he speaks.
“Because you can’t do anything to end it, hm? You've tried, but you can’t do it. Only I can. You can’t come unless I tell you to. Say it.”
“I can’t come unless you tell me to.”
Yes. She can’t. He's proven it. It's all so obvious, now. Only he can make her come. She can’t come without him.
“That’s right. I control you. I control your pleasure, your pain. You know what that makes me, don’t you?”
She feels so small.
“If I control you…”
She is small, and his voice is so big.
“…if you're my plaything, my whore, my pet…”
His voice is everything.
“…then you should call me Master.”
The word slots into her brain. The deepest parts of it, laid bare now, all protections stripped from it. A live wire, fully exposed.
He is her Master. She is his pet, his whore. Anything he wants her to be.
“Yes. You see it now. Tell your Master you understand.”
The words, immediate and without question, leave her in a moan.
“I understand, Master.
“Beg me to come.”
“Please.”
The haze of understanding, enlightenment, pops like a bubble and all her helpless need comes crashing back into her. A tidal wave of desperation, it’s too much, oh god, fuck, she's gonna die. She's gonna die without him, she can’t go on like this, she needs to come, please—
Whining, writhing on the bed, she squeezes her eyes shut and pleads for mercy.
“Please, please, please, Master, please let me come. Master, Master, I need you, please…”
Whining, writhing on the bed, she squeezes her eyes shut and pleads for mercy until her voice gives out, until her vision blurs, until only the deep, silky softness of his voice exists.
“Come.”
The world unravels in a single word. Every light snaps out of existence, all at once, plunging her into the dark. There is no vision for her. No sound, no sensation, nothing that isn’t part of the agonizing climax shattering her apart.
Her jaw, her stomach, her thighs, everything locks up as currents of fiery electricity gush through every nerve, her pussy clenching so hard it nearly squeezes the cock inside her out. Her fist has locked in place as well, though, keeping it where it belongs as the walls of her cunt furiously milk its length for all its worth. Clenching and convulsing, spasming and swallowing it all in pure, mindless abandon. Everything bleeds together into one perfect, molten orgasm. Weiss's eyes roll back and she goes under, bliss wiping her mind clean of conscious thought. There is only pleasure. There is only Master's voice.
“Good girl. So good. My cock is so deep inside you, hm? Almost as deep as my voice.”
Her cunt continues to work around his member, but slower now. Exhaustion taking over her body as it has taken over her mind. Still, her hand doesn’t let the toy move until Master has commanded her to.
“Feel how it’s pulling out of you, soooo slowly. Letting you savor every inch. Every millimeter of friction. Feel how big and round that head is as it's dragged out of you, little by little.”
Weiss doesn’t need to conscious to obey. Obeying is natural. Her body knows who owns it, her permission isn’t necessary. All her mind is meant to do is soak in every word that drops from his lips.
“So good, sweet girl. You're so good for me. I see how hard you have worked. Your Master is proud of you. Your Master is so pleased.”
Even unconscious, Weiss moans at his praise. Her lips are slack, eyes half-open yet unseeing. All the while her hand continues to guide Master's cock, in and out, just as he commands.
“I‘ll keep fucking you. Whether you serve or sleep, you are a slave to my cock. That big, fat length is already pushing back in. Slowly, slowly now. I'm so gentle with you when you've earned it. In and out, pet. Nice and slow, just how you need it. To keep you floating in that sweet, hazy void.”
Her movements are perfectly even. There's no pause between thrusting in or pulling out. There is only constant, seamless motion; a never-ending tide of friction.
“Perfect, pet. That’s it. The edge between clarity and unconsciousness.. That deep, deep trance only I can make you sink into. That special space of powerlessness you're growing addicted to, just like I taught you. You're doing so well, my perfect girl. My favorite. You're going to keep yourself down there for me. You're going to stay here, while my cock is fucking your sweet, obedient pussy, and my voice is fucking your sweet, obedient mind.”
She is floating on praise. She is floating on pleasure. She is passed out in a puddle of sweat and come and tears, and entirely unaware of every word he tells her.
“My good girl is learning so well. Learning how to fall into this place so easily, so obediently. You love letting yourself sink into this state. I know. You wish you could stay here forever, don’t you? Where everything is soft, and hazy, and easy, and obedience isn’t a choice, but your nature.
Weiss isn’t there to wish anything. But her vacated mind drinks in the words on its own, trained to let his voice in deeper than she could know, anyways.
“This is your true self, pet. You know it. Only I can help you reach it, only I can free you from your worries, your doubts, your will. You want to return. Every second you are awake, you want to return to this place, to me. To being my perfect, obedient slave.”
Perfect and obedient and slave. They all mean the same thing to her. Being perfect is being obedient. Being his slave is being perfect.
Her hand is starting to tremble, where it slowly works his cock in and out of her raw, swollen, glistening folds. Soon, her body will follow her mind into oblivion and fall into a long, deep sleep.
“You can feel that truth sinking deep, deep into your mind… feel it thrust into your womb with every stroke of my cock… in and out… yes… in and out. Let it take, my pet. Let it bear fruit in you.”
Master smiles. Master is pleased with her progress.
“Just surrender to your Master, and let all of it take…”