The Only Thing Better Than Being Addicted Is Relapsing.

CW: free use, harem set-up I suppose, omegaverse, intoxication, noncon/cnc, passing out

So, since I don't stop thinking about this audio, I'm now just thinking about being one of many omega slaves kept by a wealthy Alpha who loves to show off their property. Serving drinks at one of their many parties, dressed in nothing except a tiny silk skirt and ornate golden jewelry, cuffs, and of course my collar. Thin golden chains connect the clamps on my nipples, allowing anyone who wants my attention to just reach over and yank me towards them.

Once people have had enough to drink, the real party begins. I'm grabbed roughly and pulled into someone's lap. I can feel their bulge pressing up against me as they grope me and tug on the chain. I watch another omega across from me get bent over and spitroasted, while the one holding me pulls their pants down and grabs my hips hard enough to bruise as they pull me down onto their cock. My arms are grabbed and guided so that my hands are attending to other guests, while yet another guest has me tip my head back so they can pour drinks down my throat even as I cough and sputter.

After they get me drunk everything starts to blur together. One minute I'm bouncing up and down on a cock, the next I'm on all fours, face to face with another omega, forced to make out with them for the entertainment of the guests. As we're both fucked from behind, the thrusts force our mouths together, clumsily and desperately trying to keep making out, as they spank us if we stop for even a moment. The next thing I know me and several other omegas are being held down, and all manner of toys are being used on us, as the guests bet on which of us can cum the most amount of times. The last thing I know before I fully black out is that I'm winning.

You know what's the best part?

You're doing this to yourself.

I'm not making you come back here again and again.

And yet you do.

Tell me to relax for you

To get soft and passive and open for you. Tell me to let go and open up so you can have your fun with me. Provide me with an environment that makes it easy for me to surrender. Be a safe person to surrender to. Be kind and responsible. Make sure I feel safe and at peace.

I love being so horny, it get hard to think. I can only think about how wet I am, how much I want to be naked and exposed and on display, how much I want to submit and be controlled and owned. I don’t want to think. I want to give in and give up. I want to be a helpless horny mess.

This is the thing 🥺 I want to make them worse, I want them to think their behavior is not only acceptable but desirable and natural

I want to give them a boobjob and thank them when they cum all over my face, ruining my perfect makeup and then clean their cock and balls before eating their dirty misogynistic assholes

I want to reward them for treating me like a dumb idiot

If he's not like this we aren't getting married

“Could you be any more brainwashed, toy?” Your hypnotist tapped your forehead. Your eyes rolled up, mind stuck, stalled. The flow of thoughts brought to a crashing halt by their power over you. Your body was immobilized. “Just look at you. Helpless before me.”

They took a moment, before nodding, and continuing. “Loop: I am brainwashed.” Then they tapped your forehead again.

“I am brainwashed.” Your mouth was moving. “I am brainwashed.” Out of your control. “I am brainwashed.” They were laughing, as you looked up at them, frowning.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” You couldn’t answer. Couldn’t stop repeating. “You’re just a little brainwashed.” They smiled sweetly down at you. “And that’s okay. Here.” They tapped your forehead again. Once more, your eyes rolled up, and your mind and body stopped.

“Position: Kneeling on your knees only, stuck to the floor. Loop: I need your control.” Another tap on the forehead, and your body was moving, once under their influence. You slid out of the chair, knees landing on the floor, and found yourself stuck in place. And then your mouth opened.

“I need your control.” A part of you wanted to protest. “I need your control.” You didn’t need it. “I need your control.” But as you kept saying it. “I need your control.” You felt your resolve weaken. Their control did feel good. “I need your control.” Yes. That was right.

Their laughter rang out again, talking over your looping voice. “You’re so cute like that, toy. So completely helpless. I saw the fire in your eyes die. You were thinking about resisting, until you remembered that it feels better to give in, weren’t you? Good toy.”

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Why do you squirm when I'm mean to you? You're breathing heavier because I invaded your space and made you realize how small you are. Are you so broken that any show of dominance makes you weak?

If I grab you by your chin and tell you to kneel, what do you think would happen? I heard that whimper. Maybe I should bend you over and check your crotch for arousal.

You're one command away from losing your free will, but I haven't even touched you yet. You're just primed to stop and submit. You want to be my slave, don't you?

Who's my good girl?

Prove it.

cw: cnc, fear, fake safeword being ignored

a sub using a fake safeword in a scene and their dom stops for a moment and the sub briefly thinks that they're okay, until the dom, in a voice full of barely restrained rage, says "what the fuck did you just say?" and the fear that spreads throughout the sub's body as they realize how fucked they are

fuck begging is so so embarrassing!!! i don't wanna do ittt...(keep making me do it, it makes me wet and stupid without fail)