I had legitimately no reason to put her under.  In some sense she was already under; she doesn’t really much care what happens to her as long as I can make her forget that she exists, and I love telling her friends about how easily she forgets to exist and starts to drool when the strap is in.  It does make them sort of uncomfortable, but I love the way she looks, and I wish I could share it, and here I can share it.

 

We met in college some time at night.  We were both walking around campus looking up at the stars when we bumped into each other.  We started talking, because it’s scary at night and having another girl with you is just what we’ve learned to do.  We propped our feet up on opposite benches and bent our necks backward to see all that there was to see.  Of course, there were only a few stars because of light pollution, but the sky itself was enough, and conversation lead us through one star at a time until we finally found the north star.  I playfully nudged her leg, and she seemed to be receptive to touch, so that’s when I first put her under.  I lead her home by my hand, all the way through the streets and up to my door, by my hand into my bedroom, and by my hand into her mouth and other places.

 

By the next week she was begging to sleep at my place and lay her head on my stomach while I chose what movie to fall asleep to.

 

There are only a few things that will make her drool.  If I run my mouth up from her neck to her ear, and start biting and licking—letting my slippery tongue sounds pierce her head for long enough—she’ll get antsy and pouty because she’s been squirming for almost half an hour and she can’t take my antics anymore.  I like this part the most, so I normally stay there for ten minutes while I touch myself until I finish, and then I finally tell her that she can finish herself while I watch.  I don’t touch her, but she has a good enough memory of the last forty minutes and she’s left quite satisfied.  I spoon her afterwards because I know she'll need some time to calm down.

 

The other thing that will make her drool: face sitting!  Like before, I sit on her chest for quite a while until she’s desperate enough to lick me fast enough.  After all these years of being with her, it’s began to take much more for me to be satisfied.  I sit on her chest and stroke through her hair and tell her in various ways how pathetic and cute she looks.  Every now and then I adjust my position to make her think I’m about to bless her.  At a certain point, she will start saying please, over and over.  She’ll try to reach her hand towards the panties I made sure she left on, but I catch it and hold it down.  She squirms a bit, but doesn’t try to overpower me because she knows it’s hopeless and that I’ll just put her under, which would mean she wouldn't be conscious for when I finally cum on her.  Then when she finally lays back, stops begging, and starts drooling, I'll get up and hover over her mouth.  And then I make breathing very hard for her until I completely soak her face.

 

The last thing that makes her drool is when I do in fact, put her under.  That’s why I can share that cute pathetic face here.  We decided to go on a trip out to the country where there’s no light pollution.  There was a singular restaurant in this area.  I asked for seats outside.  She started looking up at the stars and quietly said ‘holy shit,’ which is against my rules, so I snapped my fingers and due to how well her training has gone, she went into a complete trance and started drooling up at the stars.  It dripped into her plate, and the two other couples here saw it and laughed.  I think once they leave, I’ll start rubbing her with my foot from under the table.