“So… You think you can swear, toy? Even if I’ve forbidden it?” Your dominant’s eyes rest on you, challenging you. You’re happy to accept.

“Yeah, like, it’s just out of respect for your rules that I don’t.” Their eyebrows raised at that comment, and they stepped towards you.
They took your chin in your hand and brought you close to them, eye to eye. “Oh, of course. It isn’t the fact that your tranced out brain is so dependent on me for thought that you couldn’t disobey even if you could remember how to…”
The prolonged eye contact made your head swim. “N-no- I… I…” Your voice faltered, and they let go, stepping away.

“Okay toy… Try to swear. Try to say a single swear word.” They looked up at you, and smiled. “Go on… I’m waiting.
You let your mind clear for a moment, now that you weren’t eye to eye with them, and tried. “F… Fu... Fuu…” It wasn’t happening. The second you tried, your mouth stopped working, growing loose, and limp, just for a moment, just long enough to slip up on the word.
“Try using it in a sentence, toy. Come on. You were so sure. Did someone forget who controls them? Did you forget that your body is mine to use as I please? That includes your pretty little mouth, slut. I control the words that come out of it. But please, do keep trying.”
You really tried to focus, to think of a sentence, and finally settled on one. “I want to f- I want to… I want to… Fu…” Your mouth wasn’t working, still. It would be completely fine one moment, and then loose and heavy the next. They grinned, and you knew. You were theirs.
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Sinder’s face looks up at you, their red skin looking even darker in the dim light of your room. Their horns look like jet black slivers of oblivion, and their eyes… Their eyes spark, and spin, pulling you into their warmth. And they speak. Not with their voice. With their mind.
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