Old stuff. Don’t think I posted it here? Can’t really tell because, since my blog is so hawt, I can’t even look at it to check!
Man, none of this old stuff is any good…
Sophie rested on her haunches, her rear-end wagging from side-to-side unconsciously. She tended not to notice when she did it nowadays, but it had caused her no end of distress when she found out she was doing it and not being able to stop. Not noticing was probably for the best. Certainly, she was happier this way.
She had woken up not too long ago and had - on all fours - automatically padded along to her Master’s bedroom to wait for wake up time. She did this every morning, like clockwork. A little better than clockwork, in fact; or at least a lot more enjoyable than clockwork. She waited with her eyes on the clock by the side of Master’s bed. It was getting close now.
Mistress was away. She sometimes went away, not that they ever told Sophie why. She missed her, but she also liked that it meant that wake up time would just be her and Master. Something special about that. She could focus all her efforts on it, especially because it was extra-important to keep him company with Mistress away.
Tongue hanging out the edge of her mouth, dribbling quietly, Sophie anxiously watched the minutes tick down; seeing the time until she could finally have Master back in her mouth shrink and shrink.
It hadn’t always been like that, of course. Sophie had needed a lot of work to get her to where she was. Not that she remembered most of it. It was just always running beneath the surface of what was left of her brain. Unconscious, ingrained, and irresistible. Much happier this way.
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Sophie squirmed uselessly, squealing into her gag. It was pointless. She knew it was pointless. She had known it was pointless from the moment she came to, finding herself bound, blindfolded and unable to move. That was bad enough, but the infernally buzzing toy between her legs - not quite enough to let her cum but enough so that she couldn’t ignore it - made it unbearable. There was no getting away from it.
Calling out was impossible thanks to the gag strapped around her head and so her moans and pleas went unnoticed. Not that they would have had much attention paid to them anyway. Her jaw ached from trying, though the trying had stopped some time ago. She was mostly just whimpering now, variously trying to escape from the constant vibration or grind against it enough to finally get some release without much success either way.
It felt like hours went by before anything else happened, and when it did it made her jump nearly a foot in the air. A voice, very clear and very close. For a split-second of total confusion she thought it was coming from right inside her skull, until her still vaguely rational mind worked out that she must have headphones on. She hadn’t really been paying enough attention to notice.
“You need a cock,” said the voice. Sophie wrinkled her nose and mumbled something insolent into the gag. Of all the things she needed right now, a cock seemed pretty low down on the list.
“Nice, hard cock. Need a cock.”
Well, on seconds thoughts, she was pretty turned on; maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. But on her terms. A nice hard cock would certainly hit the spot, but escaping would be better first. Yes. Nice and hard.
“You can’t stop thinking about cock.”
A chill ran down Sophie’s spine. They wanted her to think about cock. This much was obvious, but that she had so easily started doing what they wanted worried her. She wriggled some more but that only made it worse. A nice hard cock. No, wait, no; don’t think about that.
“Good girls think about how much they need cock. You need a cock.”
She tried to ignore it, tried not to think about what the words were telling her, but it was impossible. On any other day she would have found it laughable, but naked, bound and half-insane from frustration she found the words compelling. As ridiculous as they seemed on the face of it, simply being told she needed a cock was making it truer by the second.
Sophie couldn’t help herself. She thought about cocks. Hard cocks. Cocks she needed. That made her a good girl. Was it good being a good girl? She didn’t know. It felt good. She couldn’t help herself.
“Need a cock. Need to serve cock. Made to serve cock.”
Yes, that made sense. She hadn’t really been thinking much about what she would do with she so desperately, desperately needed, but serving it certainly sounded right. Made to serve cock. That made sense. She was such a good girl.
The words started looping and overlapping, playing over the top of one another over and over again. Every so often Sophie would think she heard something else, something different, but it was too hard to pick out and it was getting so hard to think. She arched her back and strained against the straps holding her, her naked rear splashing down wetly into the little puddle she’d managed to make.
She froze instantly when she felt something against her cheek. It was hot and hard. A cock. It had to be a cock. There was nothing else it could be. Whining, she started trying to escape as though her life depend on it. Needed it. Needed it. The head of it was dragging across her face and she followed after it, jaw straining to try and open around the gag. It was so unfair. She was a good girl, wasn’t she?
Strong fingers grabbed her head and held it effortlessly in place, while others moved back around and fiddled with the strap of the gag. Sophie let out a long, relieved gasp as it came free, drool slopping down her front as she gulped down air. She was mid-way through a breath when the cock - the cock she needed, the cock she was made to serve - slid in between her lips and filled up her mouth again.
Sophie couldn’t help it. She came. It was all she needed. The moment she tasted it, the moment she started sucking it, serving it, she came harder than she had ever before in her life. Her eyes rolled back in her head and a loud, incoherent noise was thankfully muffled, her whole body quivering. The cock didn’t seem to care, it was just sliding in and out of her mouth almost lazily. Sophie sucked it even as she clenched and shook. There didn’t seem anything else to do.
The next day, it all happened again. By the third day, it happened twice, although by that point Sophie had rather forgotten what a ‘day’ was.
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Sophie was moving the instant the clock ticked over to wake-up time. Numbers were sort of hard now, but she recognized what they looked like, and that was enough. Quickly and quietly she slipped up under the covers and into the bed, crawling between her Master’s legs. Master slept naked, and within seconds she had found his cock.
Master’s cock. She lived to serve it. Was made to. She took it into her mouth and did everything she knew she had to. It was all burnt into her brain, impossible to ignore, and all so very important. She licked and sucked and fluttered and felt him harden. His body stirred.
Master’s hand came down to her head, fingers lacing through her hair as he stirred. She heard him groan and her whole body shivered like a leaf.
“Good morning, pet,” he said, sleepily, and Sophie’s heart leapt.
