hypno-sandwich:

For curmudgeonlyharlot. Hope she likes it.

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A single chime woke Kaye up, and
she looked around her bedroom, trying to get her bearings. The place seemed
unbelievably tidy, as if someone had been cleaning all day. She could just make
out the scent of furniture polish and cleaning fluids and, over that, some
incense, probably coming from the other side of the room. She went to peer at
where she presumed the incense to be in the dusky darkness coming in through
her condo window, but was somehow halted. That’s when she realized her arms
weren’t free to move. In fact, they were tied to either bedpost. She pulled a
little, testing the ropes, but they held fast. She could move them around
somewhat, but she couldn’t reach her face, and she certainly couldn’t pull her
hands together to try to untie them. Her legs were tied as well, although they
were more securely fastened.

She looked down and saw that she
was wearing her favorite bra-and-panty combo. The ones she had made special
from Trashy Lingerie. The color matched her skin perfectly, and highlighted the
favorite parts of her body.

She wasn’t entirely sure what was
going on, but she felt her pussy moisten at the thought of it. She also had
this odd taste in her mouth, and was certain she felt a little… peckish.

“Oh good, you’re up.”

Kaye looked at the doorway. There
was this… man. She felt certain she had met him somewhere, and knew she should
know his name, but however much she tried, she couldn’t quite place it.

The man smiled, showing off perfect
teeth.

Despite herself, Kaye took in his
long, sinewy, lanky frame. He was wearing the tightest of boxer briefs, which
showed off what seemed like acres of skin. Kaye licked her lips; they seemed
like acres because her eyes were enjoying carefully lingering over every square
inch.

She noticed that he seemed excited
to see so much of her. Very excited. Thickly excited.

She shook her head. “Who… who are
you?”

His smile broadened. “Good. You
don’t know who I am. We agreed you can call me Jay.” And he tried not to
chuckle at the terrible joke. “Again. Anyway, we ran out of cake.”

She looked at him quizzically, and
then noticed he held in his hands a plate, on which was the most beautiful cake
she had ever seen. It was perfect. The cake part was golden, and the frosting
was this amazing-looking creamy frosting…. And held in the hands of this rather
attractive person who kept looking at her… .well, he looked at her the same way
she was looking at the cake.

She drooled. A lot. And tried to
wipe it from her mouth, forgetting that her hands were tied.

“So, shall we see how long it takes
to go through this slice?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“That’s right… your short-term
memory was supposed to be the first thing to go. It’s a game we play. Don’t
worry. Here, this will help explain it.” As he was talking, he sat down next to
Kaye, and cut a small bite of the cake with his fork. He brought it to her
lips.

Something in his manner gave Kaye
the slightest bit of a pause.

But all of a sudden, she was so
very, very hungry, and the bite of cake he dangled in front of her lips looked
so, so good. She opened her mouth and willed her head forward to ease the
morsel into her mouth. As it hit her tongue she felt her entire body begin to
quiver and quake. The vanilla was perfect, and the chocolate buttercream
frosting matched perfectly.

“My g*d,” she thought, “this is
really good.”

As she chewed she realized it was
as though she was feeling the taste throughout her body. She felt her whole
body tense up, slightly as if… as if…

And then she swallowed, and her
whole world shifted as an incredible orgasm rocketed through her body. She
screamed and thrashed a little bit… well, a lot. She through herself back into
the pillow underneath her head, her legs trying to kick out, and her fists and
toes clenched. Her pussy throbbed as her whole body pulsed with pleasure.

The feeling sub—the feeling went
down a little, and she slowly opened her eyes. She felt a little freer, but
also… less…. Smart? She could tell something was missing.

Her eyes focused and… the man… Jay!
Jay was his name, already had another bit dangling in front of her.

She looked down and could see his
cock poking up beyond the waistband of his underwear. He moved the bit in front
of her eyes.

“So I’ll explain. We’re playing a
game. You don’t have to eat any of this. No one is forcing you. But every time
you take a bite, you lose another 5 points or so off your IQ. You’ll also, as
you’ll have noticed, have an orgasm. And that’ll keep happening until you
either stop eating for five minutes, or you say one word. Do you know what that
word is?” As he was talking he was moving the food in kind of a circle in front
of her eyes. Despite herself, she was following it around that circle. Dammit,
she was so turned on. She’d give so much right now just to be able to clench
her thighs together. But wait… he had asked a question. Something about a word?
Oh yes… there was a little part in her mind that was clear, even if the rest of
her internal landscape was fuzzy. “Surrender.” Yes. That was the only word that
was clear in her…in her mind. Yes. That was the word for it.

“And once you say that word, you’ll
do everything I say for the next hour.” She nodded, not hearing him say the
last word, “Again,” and before she even realized the next bite was in her mouth
and she was chewing, as fast as she could, aiming for that orgasm. She
swallowed, and laughed as the climax soared through her.

The nice sexy J… man was laughing. While
she thrashed around he had somehow removed his underwear and was sitting in
front her again. As she came down she looked hungrily between the cake and his
cock.

“Really?” He asked her.

She nodded her head. “Yesssss.” She
was finding it so difficult to talk, actually. “Cake and cock.” And she
giggled. “Cake on cock.” She said,
finally figuring out what she meant. She seemed relieved and disappointed in
equal measure.

He seemed impressed that she had
that much willpower to ask for something. He shrugged, and said, “I don’t know
how many more bites you have before you’re lost, so are you sure?”

“Put the cake on the… on the cock… master.”
She wasn’t entirely sure why she said “master.” It felt like it was the first
time she said it, and something in some compartment deep within her was banging
on some window yelling something about “too soon! Too soon!” Other parts of
her, however, were yelling even louder, “Yes! It’s inevitable! Tell him how you
feel!” She really couldn’t make sense of all that. All she knew was that she
had two wants, cake and cock, and having them both at once just seemed like a
good… plan. If she was paying attention, she would have noticed him smile and
blush a little.

The nice man got on the bed and
straddled her head. He cut a small piece of the cake and smeared it on the head
of the cock. “Say please,” he said.

“Pleeeee-<unf>” As he placed
the tip of his cock in her mouth.

This was bliss. She loved, in that
moment, how the cock filled her mouth, just enough that it was a challenge. She
licked and lapped the cake off his cock. She could hear him grunt with
pleasure, and something about that sound strummed her clit almost as much as
the cake was making it throb. Finally, when she was sure she had it all off his
cock, she swallowed. Her whole mind and body disappeared in the flash. It was
as if lightning shattered through her. Her body lost control as she pulled at
the ropes holding her down.

Somehow, in all the thrashing, the
guy with the thick cock (Jake? Sam? Hank??) let the plate slip from his grasp.
The cake landed on her face. Before he could react, Kaye opened her mouth and
took as much into her mouth as she could. Cake and frosting was smeared on her
mouth and face as it slid down the side of her face. It didn’t matter, though;
she chased the cake to the very sheets and started chewing and swallowing as
quickly as she could. Orgasm after orgasm charged through her body. The man
tried to stop her, holding her face away from the food, but she went after his
fingers, licking the bits of frosting that was there.

Every orgasm tore more of her
intelligence and more of her will away from her. Soon there was nothing left
but the craving for more pleasure, more cake, and more… something. There was
something else she was supposed to maybe say or do? She wasn’t sure. The man
loomed larger and larger in her sight.

“Stop!” he finally said.

She froze. She had no thoughts in
her empty mind—they had all vanished. She was still She was obedient.
Distantly, if she had been able to think, she would have noticed how wet her
pussy was at the thought of still obedience. But all she was right now was a
giant, throbbing, quivering pile of need.

He knelt over her still, his
expanse of taught skin stretched over her, filling her vision.

Finally, he balanced back on his
knees over her. She took him in. If she could, she’d have describe him as
beautiful.

He looked at her with a slight
amount of concern, and no small amount of desire.

She went looking through her own
brain. All the words had been orgasmed out of her. Except for one. It was a
word she was clinging to like a raft on the waves.

They held each others’ eyes for
what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, he nodded.

And with a sigh of relief and
release, she said it.

“Surrender.”

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With special thanks to theleeallure for the obvious inspiration.

Stories for lizzidoll will in all likelihood continue after the weekend. (Apologies for the delays… life happens.) 

Oh my god. So many of my favorite thiiiiings.