Sir’s Leaving Again. How Annoying That He Has A Job. It’s Even More Annoying That He’s Leaving

Oh my stupid little slave, you've aroused me so much that I can't help myself. Slicing your skin and hearing the desperate gasps and moans. I can feel myself slipping into bliss just from the thought. Let me devour you whether it be metaphorical or literal is up in the air. I'll take every last bit of you and make it mine. You love this, though, don't you?

Maybe once I've finally caught up to you ill find out🔪

growing up having tea parties with your Sister, but this time she laces the tea and cookies, the last thing you hear before your mind goes fully blank is "you thought you were the only one who would get to play with dolls today?"

thinking about an escape room but the twist is that if you don't get out in time, you're used by the entire staff until they're satisfied.

you know what you're getting into, of course. you sign the forms saying that the facility can't be held liable for any damages that happen to you. afterwards, you're stripped down and restrained. cuffs around your wrists behind your back as you're bent over a table, chains holding your ankles together. a collar is attached to your neck, connected in two places. one, to hold you still on the table. and the other connected to the ceiling with a lot of slack. you seem to be in a dungeon, iron bars blocking the unlocked exit.

you're left alone and the timer is placed immediately in front of you, counting down, minute by minute. right where you can see it. the restraints are firm and secure, but they each have their give, their weaknesses. the chains on your feet can be undone by looping it around the corner of the table and pulling at it at just the right angle. then you have to move your cuffed wrists behind your back and under your legs so you can use them.

the part of the collar connecting you to the table is dealt with by simply unhooking it, meaning you're able to stand up and move around the room. there's a box with a pile of keys for you to sort through. one of them must open the cuffs. one of them must unlock the bars. you sort through them in a hurry, adrenaline making your cuffed hands shake as you try each and every one of them, adding them gradually to the discard pile. once your hands are free, you fiddle with your collar. it doesn't seem to have any give. but while doing this, you see that on the other side of the iron bars is a bolt cutter, exactly what you need.

you're invigorated, trying all the keys on the bars as the minutes count down. your time is scarce, it's moving far more quickly than you're able to take into account. until finally, the lock clicks. the metal gate swings open and you can see the bolt cutter on the floor right in front of you.

except when you walk forward, the collar around your neck tugs you back. the tool is just out of reach. you can't get enough slack to pick it up. you try desperately, every option you can think of, to stretch your body out and try and kick the bolt cutter closer to you, desperately now as you see you only have three minutes remaining, then two, then one and a half.

until you finally remember the chains on your feet. you hurry back to the table, reaching under it to grab the chains and looking at the time left on the timer. 50 seconds. you hurry back to the iron bars, throwing the chains, trying to lasso the bolt cutter to finally get it in your grasp. and with 20 seconds remaining, the tool hooks onto the end of the shackles on the chains, and you desperately try reeling it in. 15 seconds, and you're pulling it closer, so very carefully. until finally, you reach down and wrap your hands around the tool and that's when your heart sinks.

it wasn't a bolt cutter. it was a toy. lightweight and useless, like something that would go in a child's tool set. and you realise: you were never meant to escape this. you never even had a chance. you had willingly walked into a trap.

your time is up and an alarm sounds, the lighting in the room turning red. the staff walk through the door, heading straight for you, cocks and straps and toys in hand, grins of delight on their faces.

they push you back onto the table and use you exactly how they want to, each and every one of them noticing how soaked you've gotten just from being in the escape room and playing this game, mocking you for what a slut you are as they take you without any preamble.

they use all your holes simultaneously, manhandling you into whatever positions they want. bending you over, taking you from behind. seeing how much can fit into you at once. slapping you about, spitting on you, spanking and whipping, passing you from one to another. never a moment for you to rest or recover before you're impaled on another cock.

all while their mocking voices taunt you.

this is what you were asking for when you came here. this is exactly what you were hoping for. to be used relentlessly. you never wanted to escape anyway, no matter what you'd say. you needed to be used like this. only sluts ever enter these escape rooms, and so you would be treated as what you were. willing holes for them.

once they've all had their turn, they take the toy bolt cutter and shove it into your used hole, fucking you with it slowly. it's too big and uncomfortable, but you stretch around it so easily after all that use. your arousal making it easy. you keep crying out, and they keep laughing. this was the thing you thought would set you free. this was your salvation for twenty minutes or so, all you cared to get. and now they were filling you with it. and worse than that, they were making sure you enjoyed it.

they bring you to an intense orgasm with the very thing you thought would save you. your mind is foggy and you can't think of much aside from the feeling of the toy inside you. you're burning with embarassment.

you came so close to escaping. you were so resourceful and clever about it all. but now you were nothing but holes for them to use until they decided they were done. all that intelligence you used to try and get out would leak out with your arousal as they continued to whore you out. your brain would never work the same once they were done with you. once they had reduced you to something so pathetic.

they aren't done using you. they won't be for a while. and you don't know if you ever want to be done serving them. this is where thinking got you, and now you were being put in your place.

Sigh, princess. Give Me those.

These are tax forms, princess. I know your ID says you're a big girl but these are complicated and you shouldn't be worrying your pretty head about them.

I'll take them, and the logins to all that silly money stuff you have online, and I'll handle it. I've been doing My taxes since before you were born.

Why don't you go get yourself ready for Daddy tonight? Go take your bath with the special bubbles and make sure you're nice and smooth for Me. No playing with the shower head, ok? That piece of you is for Daddy to play with tonight. Yes, I know every time you do that because you leave the hose twisted.

Then you can put your good smells on, crawl into bed, and wait for Me. Good girl, run along!

Why are you giggling...princess?!? Did you COLOR on this?

A text to your big sister. ‘Can you come to my room?’ She sighs and gets out of bed, pausing the show she was watching. She was really into it too, so she’s a bit annoyed with you.

She comes to your room to shortly ask, “What?”

You look nervous, even under the dim lighting. She immediately softens her expression. “You said one-hundred.. right?”

“Huh?”

“Dollars.”

“A hundred bucks for wh- Wait… why? Do you need money? I can help if you need, I don’t want you to have to do that.”

“No. I don’t need money… I wanted- I…” You turn away, hiding your face in the blanket. She moves to sit by your side and places a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

You start sniffling, fighting back tears. “I- I don’t want to be a virgin anymore.. but I don’t feel comfortable. I don’t trust anyone… but you.” Probably the last thing she expected, but somehow she barely looks shocked.

“Aww, sis. Look, I’m flattered, but you know we can’t do that.” You start crying now, silently.

You pull something from her pocket and shove it into her hand. You both look and see a $100 bill, neatly folded into quarters. You actually went and got cash for this… “Please…”

“I- I don’t know what to say. You know my rules about doing things with my friends, money or no. That extends doubly to my sister.”

“Just say you’ll do it, please. It’s only once, and never again. We never have to talk about it. I just need to know it will happen for me once… Please, you’re my big sister… you’re supposed to take care of me.”

She brushes the hair out of your face, running her hand through it. “Hey now, don’t try to make me feel guilty.”

“I’m sorry…”

“I know sweetheart, I know… Listen, if I agree to do this, I’d have some extra rules, okay?”

You light up immediately, your smile widening at her. “Really?! Okay!!” You can see that your excitement kills whatever hesitation was left in her. She loves seeing her girl so happy…

“Hey hey! Easy girl, easy.” You nod fervently. “First off. Hands only, okay?” You nod again. “Secondly, lights off.”

“But-“

“Lights off, or I won’t do it.”

“Okay…” Your shoulders slump.

“Thirdly, I’m not taking your money.” You nod again, so she cups the side of your face. “Good girl.” You smile and shiver from it. “Are you one-thousand percent sure you want this?” You nod so hard you think your head might fall off. She chuckles at you, and you giggle from the attention.

“I need this..” She nods back at you, and gets up to turn the lights out.

The darkness feels heavy from the weight of what you’re about to do. The intention behind turning off that light, as if not seeing it somehow makes any difference.

She crawls into your bed, holding you close. “So, what is it that you want done to you? Do you want to do things to me?”

“Um… I don’t know. Just.. you said only hands…”

“You can’t think of anything to do with our hands?”

“I- I wanted to use my mouth..”

“Well okay, that can still work. Here, open up.” You can hear the quiet sound of your mouth opening, and she trails her hand up the side of your face. She finds her mouth and sticks two fingers inside.

The pressure against your tongue, the warmth of her fingers… you instinctively wrap your lips around them and suck. Her other hand strokes your hair as she coos, “Gooood girl,” in your ear. You sit and suck on her fingers, feeling yourself get hard from it, moaning into her hand. “You’re doing so good baby. So so good.”

The hand in your hair leaves and starts to travel down your body. Down your face, your neck, lingering on your chest before trailing down your tummy. Finally, a finger plays at your waistband. “May I?” You moan in agreement while she fingerfucks your mouth.

Just a few days ago you were convinced you were unfuckable. You thought you’d live your whole life without ever being touched. Now your big sis is feeling around your mouth like a vet checking a dog, while she strokes your cock with the softest hands you’ve ever felt in your life.

She pulls the fingers out of your mouth, and you hear her suck on them for a moment. Is she.. enjoying this? She grabs your breast, very softly, and takes your nipple between two of her fingers. The feeling is absolutely electric, way better than when you do this to yourself. You almost want to ask her to touch both of them, when suddenly you feel her lips press against yours.

“Mm… little sis.” Oh, she is enjoying this… “I know I said hands only… but that feels too awkward. Are you okay with more?”

“Y-yeahhh…” You feel the bed shift under her weight, and eventually hear some clothing hit the floor. You can’t see what she took off because the lights are off, but then she pulls your underwear down and off. You realize her shorts had come off when she presses her dick against yours and starts frotting the both of you.

The sounds she’s making are animalistic, almost growling at you. You feel her teeth nipping at your neck while you frot, and it hurts in such a pleasing way. “Fuck!… I… I need you.”

“Please big sis! Please please pleeeaase…” She snarls and pulls back, and you hear her harshly spit. She lubes herself up and starts pressing against your tight, virgin asshole. “A-ah!” It feels great for a moment, but quickly turns painful as she pushes in too dry and too big. “Fuuuck!… it- it’s too much!”

“Fuck. Hold on.” She pulls away and leaves the bed, leaving you cold and wanting. The lights come on, and that’s when you finally see her. Your big sis standing there in nothing but a croptop. “Do you ever use lube to touch yourself?” You nod and point to a drawer. She bends down and fishes through it, showing her amazing ass. She pulls out your bottle and examines it. She whispers to herself, “Cum lube? Nice..”

She comes back to the bed and quickly gets ready to fuck you again. Seeing her finally, you can’t help but imagine how the two of you had looked before. She lubes up herself and your hole, sticking a finger inside you over and over, curling it up to hit your prostate. “Mmmmm!! Siiiiiissss…”

“Aww, look at how leaky you are. Must mean I’m hitting the right spot, huh little sis?” You can’t even nod this time, just groaning every time she pushes. You whimper when her finger comes out, but it’s quickly replaced by the head of her thick dick again. “Ready?”

“…y-yes.”

She pushes about an inch into you, letting you adjust to it. “More?” You nod, but she continues. “How much more?”

“Please… all of it.”

She slams forward, covering your mouth as you scream, not that she was any kind of quiet either. After sitting for a moment, she starts to rock her hips back and forth, stretching you out and taking your virginity. She strokes your dick with a lubed up hand while she fucks you, and you barely last two minutes before you cum all over your tits and tummy.

“Such a good girl.” She stops thrusting, stroking the side of your face. “I love you baby sister.”

“I… love… you…” you pant between deep breaths. “Thank you… That was amazing!”

You feel her hands tighten on your hips as you try to sit up. “Was? What makes you think we’re done?” She smiles at you in an almost evil way, before pushing back into you… She leans down and says softly in your ear, “And don’t worry, I won’t forget to use your mouth like you asked for. Have to make my client’s happy…” Then she reaches over and grabs the $100 you gave her before.

I feel like we don’t talk about cults enough in the hypnokink community. And I mean the real shit, sure, everyone’s heard of the hypno harem fantasy, but I mean something more serious. I want to worship my master as if they are a god, as if I believe I am nothing without them, as if i have been led astray and taken and misguided and used. I’m so dumb, such a gullible poor soul for even being the type to fall for this scam, but that’s okay, the leader will take care of me and think for me since I obviously can’t think for myself. Mantras pouring out of my mouth like chants as I pay tribute with my body and mind… marking myself up with writing for a ritual… specific instructions on how to live every aspect of life, for the leader…

Here are some interesting facts about the raven:

• They are one of the most intelligent birds on the planet - they can solve tasks, play tricks on other animals and can count

• Ravens can imitate human speech just like parrots

• They can reach 2 feet in size from head to tail - bigger than some cats

• Ravens do things just for fun, such as sliding down snowy hills, swooping when flying, and they even build their own toys out of sticks and rocks

• People who have owned ravens have said they are cat-like in nature and can be very cuddly and affectionate, but can throw a strop when they don't get their way

• Science has found that ravens can communicate by "gesturing", and point their beak in certain directions to tell other ravens where to go

• When they reach adolescence, ravens leave their parents to find other teenage ravens and join "teenage gangs"

• Ravens are monogamous and mate for life

• Although they have been seen for centuries to represent death and sadness, ravens are compassionate, loving animals and will console their raven friends if they have been injured

All in all, ravens are amazing and beautiful animals!

someday, life will feel like more than just surviving the day

you had that dream again. you're all grown up. you've got a degree and a boyfriend but you got a little too drunk and flirty at a bar and went home with an alluring stranger. you try to get up but you're chained to the bed. you start screaming and pulling at the chain. Daddy runs in, but he's not really Daddy, he's a monster. He pins you down, tells you it's alright and that you just need your dose adjusted again. Then the little prick in your arm and the dream ends.

It's a scary dream. But Daddy's here and holding you. you cry and ask why you keep having that same dream. Daddy says it'll go away when you turn 19, but you've been putting a little scratch in your wall when he's not looking to count each time he tells you that, and there are almost 1000 scratches now. you must have this dream a lot.

Daddy runs his hand between your thighs and you forget about the dream for now. That feels good. Daddy's not a monster.