"Chill out, ffs!"💘

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Stop crying. It's not going to help you. Even if anyone could hear you, I guarantee you, they don't care.

Why are you here? Does it matter? You're here now.

I suggest you. .. What's that saying? It's on the tip of my tongue.

Oh, live for the moment. Look, all you need to do is behave yourself and everything will be just fine. Try anything silly and I'll have absolutely no qualms about making you regret it.

So be a good. .. What are your pronouns? How dare I? I'm serious.

I'm not making any assumptions. Whoever you are, you have a butt. That's good enough for me to make you regret bad behaviour.

Are we understanding each other? Good. Crying again.

Oh, good grief. Okay, listen up. See that phone over there? Oh, sorry, you can't.

You're blindfolded. Anyway, that phone over there, I'm just waiting for it to ring. It could ring in 20 minutes and if it does, I can guarantee you that when you next wake up, it will be in your own surroundings, well and unharmed.

Or it could be six months for all I know. Maybe it will never ring, eh? Better hope it rings in 20 minutes with good news.

Oh, it's going to be okay. I promise. Says she with her fingers crossed behind her back.

You hungry? Good to know. What? Well, I'd let you eat me if I could trust that mouth of yours not to bite, but I happen to like my pussy, thank you very much.

Oh, my God. Where's your sense of humour? Chill out for fuck's sake.

Why you're here is actually, ironically, none of your business. You're a pawn, that's all, in a game. One that you could ultimately win if you behave yourself, or lose if you don't.

Them's the rules. Simplest rules ever, don't you think? Oh, do you know who I am? Sweetheart, I don't, and I don't care either.

I thought you'd have figured that much out by now. And that's a strike on the wall for being obnoxious. Yes, a strike.

Oh, I'm sorry. No, it wasn't one of the rules. I've just made it one because I'm bored and looking for an excuse to play with that hole of yours.

So, you have a strike. If you get to five, I get to you. It's ultimately up to you and your own behaviour, princess.

Oh, fuck you. Oh, that's another strike right there. Actually, make it two more for being shitty about being called princess when you're behaving like one.

Just two more to go. I'm liking this new rule immensely, are you? Silence.

What's the matter? Don't you want to play with me? Because I think you do.

I think you want me to add another strike for not answering me. But I'm not stupid. No strike for that one.

But you might get one next time for the same thing, depending on how I feel at that particular moment. Say, if I'm bored enough, I might. I don't like being bored.

Do you? No? Good answer.

This could be fun. I know. Entertain me.

Yes, entertain me. Anything. I don't care.

I want to see what you come up with. I want to see how that mind of yours works, or doesn't. Even that will be interesting while we're stuck here waiting to make our next moves.

So, come on. Recite a poem. Tell me a joke.

Tell me what you do for a living. Whatever you like. Just make it sincere.

Heartwarming, even. And I'm cold, if you haven't noticed already. Knock knock? Okay.

Who's there? Sandy who? Sandy Beach? Seriously? You can do better than that.

Come on. Okay, knock knock. Who's there? Cash? Cash who? Cash you want? What? Cash you want? Very clever.

Is that a bribe in the making that my ears are detecting? Are you sure? Because A, I should probably give you a strike for that.

And B, that was smart. I like smart. It turns me on.

Sapiosexual touch, you know. Dilemma, dilemma. Do I give a strike and become one step away from fucking that pretty flower of yours with something or other?

Or do I sit here and just enjoy the way you're turning me on right now? Cash and smarts. What a delightful combination to toy with.

You don't have any cash on you. Well, that was a pretty terrible attempt at a bribe then. But I'm liking this exchange.

Anything else you'd like to try to bribe me with, smarty pants? Oh, that's interesting. That was a tiny squirm you just had there.

Tiny, but spotable. What is it that made you squirm, I wonder? The sound of this knife as it flicked open? Or knowing that you're turning me on unexpectedly? Because you're causing plenty of both right now.

Oop, another squirm. Now this I can work with for entertainment purposes, of course. Let's play another little game, shall we? I'm thinking that I should try multiple ways to make you squirm again.

And if you do, strike! Oh, what's wrong, princess? You look nervous.

Whatever happened to that cocky mouth of yours? Perhaps, maybe, would you squirm if I kiss it? You're looking rather flushed there, smarty pants.

I think I might just win this game. Now keep still. I'm going to kiss you, and I'm going to put my hand on your abdomen to see what happens when I do.

What do you mean I'm not being fair? I think giving you advance warning was more than fair. Strike! For accusing me of playing dirty.

Just one stride to go. What do you think of that? Do you think you'll squirm if I touch you here? Or here? Or here? That jump definitely counts as a squirm, sorry.

And strike. Five strikes. Do you think I'm being fair now? Do you think I'm being fair if I kiss your neck? Don't you think it's only fair that you do as you're told now, because you lost the game? Oh, you do think that's fair? Don't you think it's only fair that you do as you're told now, because you lost the game? Oh, you do think that's fair? Curiouser.

And curiouser. So compliant all of a sudden. Aha! Saved by the bell.

Let's hope it's some good news, eh, Snottypants? Hello? Yes, everything's fine here.

Thank you for calling. Bye. Oh dear, Princess.

Looks like you're going to be here a little longer than expected. The gloves? These, my sweet, are because I've just had my nose bathed in oil.

No, it has fuck all to do with your safety, it's because I've just had my nails done. Which part of that did you miss? I really like them and I prefer not to have arse juice all over them, thank you very much.

Of course I am, you lost the game, all on your own and before the call even came and now you're going to be here even longer, so I suggest you focus on the moment again. Remove your clothes. I'm sure you don't want those getting messed up too.

You've been such a good princess for me, not even a whispered complaint. Now, open your mouth, I want you to, actually you may want to get these two latex fingers as wet as you possibly can for lube's sake. I'm going in whether you like it or not, much better for you if you like it.

There you go. How incredibly fucking sexy is that? That's right, let me push them further in, let's get that mouth of yours watering a bit faster.

Looking good to me. Now, unbend over the edge of the bed. I want a good look at my fingers new home, what a good little flower, it's dancing for me.

Tightening, relaxing, tightening, relaxing, tightening, relaxing, we go. Squirming now, huh? What a wonderful loser you are.

And just a little bit further, relax. I'll be so much nicer for you. Or don't, you're getting more either way.

I just love the heat as it penetrates these gloves and warms my fingertips. Nice and gentle, because you're being such a good little smarty pants for me. Oh look, goosebumps.

And oh look, your goosebumps are giving me goosebumps. That's always a good sign. How does that feel princess? Weird, stretched, full.

You know, a near full despite what it feels like. A little more spit. There, doesn't that feel good sweetheart? It's going to feel even better soon.

Almost time to introduce you to Sod It. Yes, Sod It, my trusty strap on. Did you know that strap on backwards reads no parts? Keep still, don't move.

Stay exactly where you are. I may even use lobe this time, would you like that? Now, give me your hand and feel that.

See what's about to come and say hi to your backside. Did you forget that this is punishment princess? For your obnoxious accusatory behaviour towards me when I'd been ever so nice to you in comparison to.

.. Well, let's not get into that. So, head down, relax.

Sod It wants to meet you and Sod It is. .. Going to.

.. There. Such beautiful little whiny whimpers from you.

Who'd ever have thought it? Enjoy it smarty pants. Watching your back as your spine sneaks around.

Have you ever noticed how beautiful a bare back is while it's being buttfucked? It's quite a sight. Now, reach your hand down and play with yourself.

See how kind I am? It's not so bad being stuck here with me, is it? Was that a little push back? I know you said you were hungry but I didn't realise you were talking about your arse.

I should have pegged you sooner. Look at it. It's so hungry it's practically snapping at Sod It.

So take it, smarty pants. Take it. Feed it.

Keep playing with yourself. Because when you're done, it's going to be eating you out. Come.

So make sure you cover your hands with it or she's going to be licking it off the sheets. Oh, what a lovely thought. Isn't it funny how something as simple as a knife can make eating you un-calm that much more delicious?

Gosh, those little grasps of yours. Fuck. I just love those little sounds that get caught to the back of your throat and pop out like that.

So fucking hot. That's right. You're safe with me.

Or not. I haven't quite made my mind up yet. Push back harder and make yourself come as hard and as fast as you can.

It's time. Do it. Make yourself come for me, smarty pants.

It may be the last time you ever come again. Think about that.