And Yet She Could Not Fight Against It
by mys_oleander
“Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we will start to build up new little habits, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road to the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies… mmmn."
The toy between her legs buzzed harder and she broke off the sentence. Her head tipped back against the winged back of the armchair as the vibrations found her sweet spot, and the hand that wasn’t holding up the brand-new hard cover was starting to clutch at her thigh.
Her dom and hypnotist, seated next to her on the comfortable cream suede couch—which she was not allowed on Reading Night for obvious reasons—clucked their tongue with disappointment. “Not even a full paragraph in. Not a good start, pet. You sure you want to continue?”
The buzzing scaled down to a whisper, courtesy of the remote in their hand, and her nose wrinkled in frustration. She turned an affronted gaze on them. “Twenty pages,” she reminded them. “All I have to do is read twenty pages---”
“And you get to practice your new suspension knots on me. I remember, sweet thing. I’m the one who remembers for both of us, remember… Ser is…”
“Don’t you start,” she said, cutting them off before they could get far enough to trigger her. “And stop cheating.”
“Cheating? I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”
“Right.” She took a sip from the glass of water nearby—she’d made sure to make them turn off the ‘water gets you drunk’ trigger earlier—and began again. She got to “both Hilda and Constance had had their tentative love-affairs by the time they were eighteen. The young men with whom they talked so passionately and sang so lustily—” before they tried it again. She fought through the vibrations, and actually managed to finish the paragraph before she gave in and moaned, clamping her thighs together to try and get more friction. And as she did, it stopped entirely.
She pouted at her hypnotist. Of course, the bastard didn’t seem repentant at all. If anything, it made that infuriating little grin just a little sharper.
“Now, I let you have the first one for free, sweet thing,” they murmured, slipping a little closer, letting their hand caress her bare thigh, “but you know the deal. Every time you mess up, that pretty little head of yours is going to light up, and you’re going to feel just a little dumber, just a little sillier and—” they turned up the vibe to maximum just for a moment, “just a little hornier. And do you know why that is, pet?”
It was already working. Her head felt fuzzier around the edges, and her mouth felt so dry. They must have said her IQ drain trigger without her noticing, damn them.
She pressed her legs together as the buzzing abated, breathing in and out raggedly. The question brushed up against her conditioning, and she had no choice but to answer, “because being dumb makes me horny and being horny makes me dumb."
“That’s right sweetheart,” they said, voice dripping with condescension. They patted her knee, bringing to mind every head pat they’d ever given her when she was so dumb she couldn’t count past ten and they were rewarding her for getting to seven. “Because underneath that bratty façade, we both know you’re just a silly, brainless little slut."
“’S not true,” she said, trying to squirm away from them. But the arms of the chair meant she couldn’t get far, and the motion made her panties dig into the seams of her thighs. “I am smart. I’m super smart when—”
“When your cunt isn’t all soaked and needy?” They ghosted a hand over her panties, pleased when they realized they could feel wetness through them. “And how often is that, huh? A stupid little slut like you is wet and needy for cock all the time, isn’t she? It’s a wonder you can make it through a day at the office without sucking off half your team.”
They pushed just a little bit, rubbing the fabric between her cunt lips. The movement made her moan, and the arm holding the book dropping to her side. Her thighs spread to give her dom better access.
“You sure you even want to continue, dummy? I don’t even think you can read anymore. It doesn’t take much to make an airhead like you illiterate. I think my empty little cumdump just wants to be filled.”
On the last word they thrust upward with their fingers, and she mewled as her panties rubbed against the toy filling her, as her dom’s fingers joined the toy in brushing against her clit.
“No,” she whined. “I can do it. You jus’ gotta stop.” She swallowed thickly. “You just gotta stop cheating.”
“Cheating? Is this cheating?” They swept their thumb across her clit again, and she gasped.
“Yes. So is buzzing me when I’m tryna to con… con… when I’m tryina focus.”
“Oh dear, my sweet little fucktoy’s vocabulary is already vanishing. But if you really want to continue…” their hand withdrew, and they settled themselves back on the couch. She whined at the distance between them. “Go ahead, my desperate little cumrag. Continue.”
She collected herself. Adjusted her posture. Made sure her skirt was still pulled up to expose her lap; one of the rules of Reading Night was that Ser had to be able to see her panties at all times, so they could see how wet she was. She took another long drought of water—good girls always stayed hydrated—and started from the beginning of the sentence. “The young men with whom they talked so pash… passionately and sang so lustily, and camped under the trees in such freedom wanted, of course, the love connection. The girls were doubtful…"
She managed another two paragraphs before Ser started up again. This time leaning in, like they were listening intently, then their hand—the hand that was still slightly damp from her pussy—started playing along her leg.
She tuned them out as best as she could, focusing on each syllable: “And however one might senti---sentimentalize it, this sex business was one of the most ancient sordid connections and subject…sub…subby—” their hand brushed the top of her thigh. The words died in her mouth.
“And their submissives who know their place just want to give in and be good little toys already,” Ser murmured, and she felt it again, that fuzziness at the edge of her brain. The pulsing in her cunt, reminding her what a horny little fucktoy she was. Why was she reading such a hard book? Why was she fighting so hard when Ser was right there, and she could see their cock was one suck from being hard enough to fuck her properly, use her like the sweet little fleshlight she was—
No. They’d promised and she only had twenty… she only had… she just had some pages left to go that was all. She could win one of their little games.
“And how…however one might scentimennalize it, this sexy business was one of the most an… ann-cent and sor—sor---” she frowned at the word. The words were starting to blur and run, and she was far past the point where they had any meaning. She’d been limping along, her brain somehow connecting visual to sound without any help from her. But now her head was all fuzzy and she couldn’t think of what sound this one was supposed to make. She couldn’t think.
She inhaled and tried again. “Sore-did… cun…”
Her Dom squeezed her thigh. “Too late, sweetheart. I think that counts as screwing up. Time for that bright little brain of yours to dim some more. And as your brain goes bye-bye…”
“My cunt says hihi!” She finished for them, the trigger zapping away what was left of her brain. She collapsed back into the chair, a fit of giggles overtaking her as her cunt pulsed again around the barely buzzing toy. She looked down at her lap—her cute little pink panties were so wet that she could just see the bright fuchsia of the toy poking out lewdly between her lips—and noticed absently that a thread of something wet was also hitting her thigh.
Oh, she was drooling. Hot.
She let go of the book, sending the hardcover book to the floor, forgotten, as her hand found the outer edges of her mound. It wasn’t until they’d wiggled underneath her panties that she paused. She was supposed to be doing something else, wasn’t she? “Ser…” she whined. “Ser, what was I…?”
“Want me to remind you want you were supposed to be doing, pet?”
She nodded. Ser was so smart. They always knew just what she needed when she got all silly and dumb.
“You were going to show me those pretty titties of yours, sweetie. And then you were going to crawl over here and suck your owner off like a good little fucktoy.”
“Oh, right!” she took her fingers out of her panties and stripped off the tank-top she was wearing, letting her tits bounce free. She bounced a few more times for good measure. It felt good to bounce her pretty titties.
Ser certainly thought so too. They reached out, squeezing one of them the way they knew she liked, and she gave a squeal.
“Hey, slut, before you slip to the floor where you belong and do what you’re meant to, why don’t you tell me what two plus two is?”
She frowned, trying to make the numbers sit right in her swimmy head. “Two plus…”
“Two,” they reminded her after a minute.
“Um…” she tried to visualize it, but there was only one word echoing around her empty little brain. “Is it two?”
They barked a laugh, and squeezed her tit harder, making her laugh too. She liked it when she could make Ser laugh. “No, it’s not, you silly little ditz. God, I love you like this. Not a thought in that empty little brain but what I put there."
She smiled, thighs spreading helplessly, her hand once again creeping toward her cunt.
They knocked her hand away. “Ah ah ah, dummy. You know what you have to do first, don’t you?”
“No?”
They gestured to their lap, where their cock was tenting through the fabric of their pants. A minute later, it clicked.
“Oh yeah! Can I suck your cock ser, please? Dum-dums need cum-cum.” That was another little mantra they’d wormed into her brain together. It was purposefully cringy and humiliating. When she was in her right mind, just being forced to say it made her wet and when she was like this... well, she was beyond caring.
The toy between her legs buzzed harder and she broke off the sentence. Her head tipped back against the winged back of the armchair as the vibrations found her sweet spot, and the hand that wasn’t holding up the brand-new hard cover was starting to clutch at her thigh.
Her dom and hypnotist, seated next to her on the comfortable cream suede couch—which she was not allowed on Reading Night for obvious reasons—clucked their tongue with disappointment. “Not even a full paragraph in. Not a good start, pet. You sure you want to continue?”
The buzzing scaled down to a whisper, courtesy of the remote in their hand, and her nose wrinkled in frustration. She turned an affronted gaze on them. “Twenty pages,” she reminded them. “All I have to do is read twenty pages---”
“And you get to practice your new suspension knots on me. I remember, sweet thing. I’m the one who remembers for both of us, remember… Ser is…”
“Don’t you start,” she said, cutting them off before they could get far enough to trigger her. “And stop cheating.”
“Cheating? I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”
“Right.” She took a sip from the glass of water nearby—she’d made sure to make them turn off the ‘water gets you drunk’ trigger earlier—and began again. She got to “both Hilda and Constance had had their tentative love-affairs by the time they were eighteen. The young men with whom they talked so passionately and sang so lustily—” before they tried it again. She fought through the vibrations, and actually managed to finish the paragraph before she gave in and moaned, clamping her thighs together to try and get more friction. And as she did, it stopped entirely.
She pouted at her hypnotist. Of course, the bastard didn’t seem repentant at all. If anything, it made that infuriating little grin just a little sharper.
“Now, I let you have the first one for free, sweet thing,” they murmured, slipping a little closer, letting their hand caress her bare thigh, “but you know the deal. Every time you mess up, that pretty little head of yours is going to light up, and you’re going to feel just a little dumber, just a little sillier and—” they turned up the vibe to maximum just for a moment, “just a little hornier. And do you know why that is, pet?”
It was already working. Her head felt fuzzier around the edges, and her mouth felt so dry. They must have said her IQ drain trigger without her noticing, damn them.
She pressed her legs together as the buzzing abated, breathing in and out raggedly. The question brushed up against her conditioning, and she had no choice but to answer, “because being dumb makes me horny and being horny makes me dumb."
“That’s right sweetheart,” they said, voice dripping with condescension. They patted her knee, bringing to mind every head pat they’d ever given her when she was so dumb she couldn’t count past ten and they were rewarding her for getting to seven. “Because underneath that bratty façade, we both know you’re just a silly, brainless little slut."
“’S not true,” she said, trying to squirm away from them. But the arms of the chair meant she couldn’t get far, and the motion made her panties dig into the seams of her thighs. “I am smart. I’m super smart when—”
“When your cunt isn’t all soaked and needy?” They ghosted a hand over her panties, pleased when they realized they could feel wetness through them. “And how often is that, huh? A stupid little slut like you is wet and needy for cock all the time, isn’t she? It’s a wonder you can make it through a day at the office without sucking off half your team.”
They pushed just a little bit, rubbing the fabric between her cunt lips. The movement made her moan, and the arm holding the book dropping to her side. Her thighs spread to give her dom better access.
“You sure you even want to continue, dummy? I don’t even think you can read anymore. It doesn’t take much to make an airhead like you illiterate. I think my empty little cumdump just wants to be filled.”
On the last word they thrust upward with their fingers, and she mewled as her panties rubbed against the toy filling her, as her dom’s fingers joined the toy in brushing against her clit.
“No,” she whined. “I can do it. You jus’ gotta stop.” She swallowed thickly. “You just gotta stop cheating.”
“Cheating? Is this cheating?” They swept their thumb across her clit again, and she gasped.
“Yes. So is buzzing me when I’m tryna to con… con… when I’m tryina focus.”
“Oh dear, my sweet little fucktoy’s vocabulary is already vanishing. But if you really want to continue…” their hand withdrew, and they settled themselves back on the couch. She whined at the distance between them. “Go ahead, my desperate little cumrag. Continue.”
She collected herself. Adjusted her posture. Made sure her skirt was still pulled up to expose her lap; one of the rules of Reading Night was that Ser had to be able to see her panties at all times, so they could see how wet she was. She took another long drought of water—good girls always stayed hydrated—and started from the beginning of the sentence. “The young men with whom they talked so pash… passionately and sang so lustily, and camped under the trees in such freedom wanted, of course, the love connection. The girls were doubtful…"
She managed another two paragraphs before Ser started up again. This time leaning in, like they were listening intently, then their hand—the hand that was still slightly damp from her pussy—started playing along her leg.
She tuned them out as best as she could, focusing on each syllable: “And however one might senti---sentimentalize it, this sex business was one of the most ancient sordid connections and subject…sub…subby—” their hand brushed the top of her thigh. The words died in her mouth.
“And their submissives who know their place just want to give in and be good little toys already,” Ser murmured, and she felt it again, that fuzziness at the edge of her brain. The pulsing in her cunt, reminding her what a horny little fucktoy she was. Why was she reading such a hard book? Why was she fighting so hard when Ser was right there, and she could see their cock was one suck from being hard enough to fuck her properly, use her like the sweet little fleshlight she was—
No. They’d promised and she only had twenty… she only had… she just had some pages left to go that was all. She could win one of their little games.
“And how…however one might scentimennalize it, this sexy business was one of the most an… ann-cent and sor—sor---” she frowned at the word. The words were starting to blur and run, and she was far past the point where they had any meaning. She’d been limping along, her brain somehow connecting visual to sound without any help from her. But now her head was all fuzzy and she couldn’t think of what sound this one was supposed to make. She couldn’t think.
She inhaled and tried again. “Sore-did… cun…”
Her Dom squeezed her thigh. “Too late, sweetheart. I think that counts as screwing up. Time for that bright little brain of yours to dim some more. And as your brain goes bye-bye…”
“My cunt says hihi!” She finished for them, the trigger zapping away what was left of her brain. She collapsed back into the chair, a fit of giggles overtaking her as her cunt pulsed again around the barely buzzing toy. She looked down at her lap—her cute little pink panties were so wet that she could just see the bright fuchsia of the toy poking out lewdly between her lips—and noticed absently that a thread of something wet was also hitting her thigh.
Oh, she was drooling. Hot.
She let go of the book, sending the hardcover book to the floor, forgotten, as her hand found the outer edges of her mound. It wasn’t until they’d wiggled underneath her panties that she paused. She was supposed to be doing something else, wasn’t she? “Ser…” she whined. “Ser, what was I…?”
“Want me to remind you want you were supposed to be doing, pet?”
She nodded. Ser was so smart. They always knew just what she needed when she got all silly and dumb.
“You were going to show me those pretty titties of yours, sweetie. And then you were going to crawl over here and suck your owner off like a good little fucktoy.”
“Oh, right!” she took her fingers out of her panties and stripped off the tank-top she was wearing, letting her tits bounce free. She bounced a few more times for good measure. It felt good to bounce her pretty titties.
Ser certainly thought so too. They reached out, squeezing one of them the way they knew she liked, and she gave a squeal.
“Hey, slut, before you slip to the floor where you belong and do what you’re meant to, why don’t you tell me what two plus two is?”
She frowned, trying to make the numbers sit right in her swimmy head. “Two plus…”
“Two,” they reminded her after a minute.
“Um…” she tried to visualize it, but there was only one word echoing around her empty little brain. “Is it two?”
They barked a laugh, and squeezed her tit harder, making her laugh too. She liked it when she could make Ser laugh. “No, it’s not, you silly little ditz. God, I love you like this. Not a thought in that empty little brain but what I put there."
She smiled, thighs spreading helplessly, her hand once again creeping toward her cunt.
They knocked her hand away. “Ah ah ah, dummy. You know what you have to do first, don’t you?”
“No?”
They gestured to their lap, where their cock was tenting through the fabric of their pants. A minute later, it clicked.
“Oh yeah! Can I suck your cock ser, please? Dum-dums need cum-cum.” That was another little mantra they’d wormed into her brain together. It was purposefully cringy and humiliating. When she was in her right mind, just being forced to say it made her wet and when she was like this... well, she was beyond caring.
And the best part was, as soon as she said it was true. She needed their cum down her throat more than she needed to touch herself, more than she needed anything. She slid to the floor onto her knees to show them her sincerity, opening her mouth and letting her tongue loll out to give her best begging face.
“Oh, well, when you ask like that, how can I say no?”
Happily, wiggling her ass as she went, she crawled over to them and began kissing the tip of their cock."
“Dummy?”
“Yesh ther?” she asked. She lifted her head just a little from their lap, tongue still out and dripping.
“You have to take my cock out first.”
“Oh!” She sat up on her knees, hands going up to do just that. Ser was so smart! Why had she ever tried to fight them? They were always right. She was such a lucky cumdump to have a Ser like this to take care of her.
They sighed as her mouth enveloped their cock, patting her head as she worked down the length of their shaft. They were never finish Lady Chatterley’s Lover at this rate. Not that they minded.
“Oh, well, when you ask like that, how can I say no?”
Happily, wiggling her ass as she went, she crawled over to them and began kissing the tip of their cock."
“Dummy?”
“Yesh ther?” she asked. She lifted her head just a little from their lap, tongue still out and dripping.
“You have to take my cock out first.”
“Oh!” She sat up on her knees, hands going up to do just that. Ser was so smart! Why had she ever tried to fight them? They were always right. She was such a lucky cumdump to have a Ser like this to take care of her.
They sighed as her mouth enveloped their cock, patting her head as she worked down the length of their shaft. They were never finish Lady Chatterley’s Lover at this rate. Not that they minded.