Fun With Forced-Intox

I had a great forced-intox session with a phone slave last night. That's the beauty of forced-intox; slaves are so pliable when they're under the influence and will freely give away whatever information you demand of them! That in itself can have a whole multitude of uses.

Anyway, after getting said phone slave completely off his face on poppers, I seductively demanded he tell Me his deepest, darkest secret. I want to know something he had never told anybody else before and he was happy to comply, sheepishly admitting that he regularly enjoys being a total man-slut with a bisexual couple he's been seeing for a while.

Now this was too juicy for words. Of course I'm going to pump him for more information, whilst instructing him to keep sniffing those poppers. I wanted to make sure I had him right where I wanted him.

"So tell Me everything," I purred to which he confessed he last met with them last week. Whilst the wife was getting herself ready, he enjoyed licking and sucking her husband's cock and arse, before being well and truly fucked, eager to feel that throbbing meat inside him. Then when the wife was ready, he spent a good amount of time between her legs, nibbling and sucking at her pussy, as the husband yet again, plunged his cock up his arse.

"You wanted something else, didn't you?" I accused. Yes I knew this. He was itching to tell Me, but still wasn't quite as pliable as I'd have liked him to be. So a few more sniffs later, he made his darkest confession. He wanted to clean up the wife's pussy after her husband had spurted his load in there. That was what he really craved. Of course I had to take this even further, particularly since he was moaning desperately in My ear.

"I think what you really wanted to do was get underneath the wife while her husband fucked her arse," I continued. "You wanted to lick her pussy and suck his balls."

"Oh yes Mistress!" came the passionate gasp.

"But that's not all is it slave?" I accused again, before ordering him to take some more poppers.

"No Mistress," he replied, barely above a whisper. "I wanted more."

"You wanted her husband to fill her arse with his cream, didn't you?" I said. Cue a very audible gasp from now totally helpless slave. "Not only that," I said. "But you wanted to suck the cum from her arse, didn't you?" He was on the edge, jacking away furiously as the image of that cream-filled ass filled his brain. "You're going to do that, you know," I instructed. "The next time you visit them, you're going to beg for that to happen."

That was enough. He screamed his affirmation as he came hard, totally compliant and helpless, along with a promise to call Me again for a blow by blow (excuse the pun!) account. I can't wait!