Looking back on how naive I had been was always a little unsettling. I scrolled through my old Facebook, and it felt like it belonged to someone else. How had that innuendo gone over my head? How had I overlooked such obvious flirting?
Well, I reflected, good thing I have Sire. Thrall is grateful for Sire.
I answered the message, closed that tab, and went back to the visual. Almost, I thought, but it needs to be a little…slower. Oh.
And as I fell into the spiral, all I thought was what the voice told me.
Good trance slut.
Thrall is beautiful.
I whimpered. I switched back to Discord.
"Siiiiiire," I typed. "Please may thrall touch?"
"Point your cam a little lower, thrall."
"Yes Sire." I adjusted it as I spoke. I squirmed, and pleaded with my eyes.
"Very good. Now continue."
Moaning, I looked back at the spiral.
Sink for me.
Let it build.
I whimpered and squirmed and blushed and managed to obey and keep my hands away, and thought, being a trance slut is the best. Thrall is so grateful for Sire.