Forced Intoxication Part 3
I had him stay like that while I ignored him for three more hours, letting him take another drink here and there. That drunken moron was on the phone mumbling about his tater testes and being My new little cock whore, half asleep, for like seven damn hours. Every now and then I would hear him moan “I love you, Mistress,” in between snoring and quietly singing about that dispatcher’s country fried gravy all over his wife’s big tits or some such other half-garbled nonsense. All of a sudden, he perked up and got half coherent, asking Me how much money he had spent on the call so far. Well, I told him he had been on for over five hours and had paid Me some big tributes. Drink more bitch I yelled. You said you wanted forced intoxication so drink more slut.
That bitch just mumbled and then fell back into his little weak balloon voice, all worshipful of the cucumber twisting up in his ass. I just kept having him slather it up withvegetable shortening and telling him what a pathetic little cock worshipper he was becoming. That trashed motherfucker could not get enough of that cucumber and I was just rolling as he finally fell asleep and the phone disconnected. That little dick was too drunk to do anything but get his redneck ass fucked and then go to bed . The bitch will be back too because he is addicted to Me now. All My slaves learn that when they show Me their need to be humiliated, it’s like opening up the floodgates. I will make you My bitch, for real, motherfucker, so call Me now and get ready for
MY WORLD!!!