#mind break kinda
MAY 4TH “SHOULDERS BACK, EYES ON ME”
Movie marathon | Choking | Forced feeding
CW:Captivity, Drugging, Unrealistic Drugs/Drugging, Restraints, Implied Starvation, Gags
MAY 4TH “SHOULDERS BACK, EYES ON ME”
Movie marathon | Choking | Forced feeding
CW:Captivity, Drugging, Unrealistic Drugs/Drugging, Restraints, Implied Starvation, Gags
Whumpee knows they should be scared when Whumper pulls them up from their bed. But they were tired and bored.
Whumper had left them along for nearly the whole day, stapped to the bed with mittens strapped over their hands. They made it so Whumpees hands were nothing more than lumps. Completely useless.
Whumper carried them smoothly from their bedroom to the living room, where they were placed on the edge of the couch. They hadn’t been out here very often, it was reserved for when Whumpee was on their best behavior.
So when Whumper connected their chains to the couch Whumpee looked up at them in confusion, unable to speak past the muzzle in their mouth. “Shoulders back now, you’re doing good, but we need to be careful don’t we?”
Whumpee nodded, hoping they looked as grateful as they felt. Anything, even being chained to the couch was better, than Whumpers punishments. They had to throw the thoughts from their brain to enjoy this moment.
After Whumper was done they sat down next to them, curling up so they were nearly completely entwined. Not a second later the Tv turned on, starting to play the Harry Potter theme song.
Whumpees thoughts were completely swarmed by the show, they hadn’t watched it in, forever. A sense of nostalgia washes over them that was overshadowed when Whumper turned their head towards them.
“Are you having fun?” Whumper was smiling, showing all their teeth that glinted in the light of the TV.
Whumpee nodded, smiling even more when Whumper reached forward and unclasped their muzzle. Spit fell from it and onto the couch, “Aww look at you sweetheart. Where would you be without me?”
Whumpee didn’t know, but they still nodded they needed to give an answer, eyes lighting up when Whumper leaned over and grabbed something from the side table. The savory smell of soup was wafting under their nose and Whumpee was suddenly aware of how hungry they were.
They couldn’t think of the last time they ate, Whumper had said they didn’t need to eat.
And Whumper was always right.
So they ignored the way their stomach was cramping, how most of their thoughts turned to food.
They needed to be good.
But when Whumper brought a spoonful of soup up to their face they didn’t hesitate to take it into their mouth.
“Good job baby, do you want some more?”
A nod and another spoon were in their face. They counited to eat each spoonful that was placed in front of them. Gracefully taking each. Some part of their brain itched, warning bells ringing loudly but they couldn’t care.
After they had eaten through about half of the bowl though they started to feel happy. Fuzzy.
Warmth spread through their body, warming their fingers and making them want to wiggle their toes but they weren’t able to tell if they were moving them.
Whumpers form was no swimming in front of them, dipping in and out of focus. “Aww, are you feeling good? Does Whumper make you feel good?”
They nodded again and a doopy smile was spreading over there face. They felt weightless, but the hand on there thigh was the only thing keeping them from floating away.
They never wanted this feeling to end.
“Whumpee, eyes on me.”
Their eyes flicked to Whumpers with ease even as the room started to spin.
“What’s my name?”
The words left smooth on their tongue and they barely had to think before they were speaking, saying something they had refrained from.
“Master.”
“Good job.”
