The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

SIXTEEN

W:

Alright, Mom says... she’s sorry. She’s sorry she acted that way. First time my Mom has ever apologized to me, ever, so... impressive work Mister Micah.

M:

It did nearly kill me.

W:

I understand that. Yeah. She says... geez. I don’t even know. It was the way she SAID it that got to me. I didn’t know she had that emotional affect. Usually she kind of... barks out statements. Wrenyoucan’tskipbreakfast. Like that. This time she used so much... punctuation.

M:

Okay, sure. And question marks, stuff like that?

W:

She said I can come home....?

M:

You’re not. You live with me now. You moved in. Conceptually. We’ll go by to pick up anything you want to bring later, in of possessions.

W:

You—alright. Micah, you could’ve said, ‘we’ll get your stuff’ but you didn’t. Anything you want to bring later, is how you said.

M:

Sorry?

W:

Alright so. I’m figuring out how this works. I heard you, right before we f-fucked for the first time.

M:

Oh? I’m a little surprised, you were moaning very loudly. It was an isolated spot, but not THAT isolated.

W:

This is Micah’s coffee mug. This is Micah’s phone. This is Micah’s room. I’m wearing Micah’s underpants, aren’t I? You bought it. And Micah’s bra, you bought that too. Micah’s shirt.

M:

I’ve owned that shirt for ten years.

W:

That’s true. Alright. So. Now you have me here. Am I, Micah’s girl? Am I, a possession?

M:

Come here. Sit in my lap.

W:

Oh. So, yes. Conceptually.

M:

House rules. Lets discuss them.

W:

Okay. Yes. So I feel like I know where this is going. Let me say, then, that I don’t know how to cook at all and I’m miserable at cleaning. I have real issues with certain smells, especially bleach. I can maybe do laundry. I can make my bed. Financially I’m a total black hole. Sexual s-stuff we are going to DISCUSS like ADULTS because—

M:

You lost weight again.

W:

What, is your lap a scale? I—actually c-come to think of it we really should talk to my Mom about the health insurance situation. I b-bet that Blue Cross has meetings about me. Y-you’re warm again...

M:

Okay. First rule is, not a rule. You are not doing any chores. I will do the cooking and the cleaning. I like doing them.

W:

Rules! Okay here come the rules. Do you have like a gold bikini you want me to wear, or a choker, I can agree to a choker, that’s fine—

M:

No. Nothing like that. Take a breath.

W:

Okay so WHAT? What are you going to tell me to do? WHAT?

M:

Shhh—no need to tense up.

W:

No because I know there’s some COST with all this—

M:

You’re going to gain twenty-five pounds.

W:

...

W:

...

W:

Micah, when you say things like that, while stroking my thighs, it causes—increasingly, I add—a kind of brain short-out. I just—fuzz. No response is possible. I’m just swimming around in this warm, confused pool. You’re telling your g-girlfriend, on day one of moving in, you want her to get FAT.

M:

No, I want you to gain twenty-five pounds. I can see your collarbone. I can trace it. You’re gonna start up on “girl dinners” and “I thought you liked my big butt as-is” and that’s fine, but you’re going to gain twenty-five pounds. It’ll be good for your health.

W:

TWENTY-FIVE P-POUNDS.

M:

It’s going to go to your tits and your ass.

W:

You’ve been thinking this for our entire relationship. She needs more m-meat on the bone. That’s—that’s why you got me only undies and socks and those big bras. You had PLANS. You were always looking to chunk me up!

M:

Did you know your Mom is a D-cup?

W:

Ohhhh my god Micah you can’t say that RIGHT AFTER you start to touch my clit! M—Micah!

M:

The other thing you are going to do is start jogging. I got you the clothes. I’ll just tell you, they’re very revealing. You are going to be out there, sweating, in very short volleyball shorts and a sports bra. This is going to be a big challenge for you. It’ll challenge your anxiety and also help with—I want more color in your cheeks.

W:

Oh my god I moved in with a gym t-teacher. Oh god Micah your fingers—your fingers—unnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhh....

M:

Also, you’ll be taking a multivitamin from now on. One with iron in it. I think you’re very, very anemic.

W:

Unnnnn....unhhh. Unhhh.

M:

Wren?

M:

Wren? You back?

W:

Ohhhhh I came hard.

M:

Last rule.

W:

Mmmmmm ’kay. Oh wait. Wait is this—

M:

You’re going to shave. Smooth. Doll-like.

W:

Ah-ha. Ahhhhhhhh-ha. Haaaaaaa! Why is that one a RELIEF? Micah, what are you doing to me?

M:

What do you mean?

W:

When you were—like ed-out asleep—I was listing all the things I thought you were going to do to me. You said I was moving in, and I just—I wasn’t worrying. I was thinking of what your checklist must be. Just this long, long checklist, you know, cooking barefoot in the kitchen... stern spankings for my many failures...

M:

I will cook barefoot in the kitchen.

W:

And then it’s healthy self-improvement and then when you finally rear up for the sex one I know is lurking, I KNOW—and I’m relieved. I’m... kind of looking forward to it. What is that about?

M:

You were worried. You thought I was going to drop some sort of bomb. Spankings?

W:

For when I burned dinner and started sobbing into the spaghetti. Which I burned.

M:

Wren. I will never hit you. I only want you to be happy.

W:

Do you love me?

W:

Sorry—sorry—sorry—sorry—sorry—sorry—

M:

I—don’t—I—Wren, I’m wired really oddly, you might’ve noticed. I—care about you—deeply—

W:

It’s fine. It’s okay. I know, I know. I’m sure you have a razor ready to go, don’t you? Are you going to keep my pubes, you freak?

M:

No. Lets shave you down. Then I’m going to go down on you. And then you’re going jogging. Actually. No. Belay that.

W:

Belay that, oh, okay, captain my captain, yo-ho-ho, I’ll—

M:

I’m going to go down on you AFTER you go running.

SEVENTEEN

W:

Okay, well, I agree that Legally Blonde is a good movie, I can agree with that. But also like, Micah, you are not being subtle here.

M:

Have some more popcorn. Goes right to your thighs.

W:

Empty-headed bimbo is the way to be, full makeup every morning, outfits up to high thigh, bright smiles every day. Okay, Micah. Uh-HUH. When’s the Blonde Hair Dye house rule coming down?

M:

It’ll lighten on its own. This is my favorite movie. All-time.

W:

Sure it is.

M:

You said you wanted to learn more about me.

W:

Yeah but you always take that as, here’s more of my sexual interests. Pink clothes. I meant like, what books do you read. Valley of the Dolls? It must be that.

M:

Sorry? No, not at all. You know the dolls are barbiturates and meth.

W:

Okay so is it like, the dictionary? No. Mathematics textbooks.

M:

I’m not sure if that’s a dig at me or not. I mostly read history and biography. Some magical realism.

W:

Oh my god I didn’t know any of this. Okay, I have to strike while I can. Where did you go to college?

M:

I didn’t.

W:

Are you serious?

M:

From age seventeen to twenty I was in New York working odd jobs. How do you think I learned to cook? If it makes you feel better about my educational attainment, I went to a lot of art museums. Nearly every day.

W:

I did not know that.

M:

You think a twenty-three year old just knows how to make spaghetti carbonara?

W:

Sure, if he’s motivated by big boobs and big butts. And somehow your evil plot is working, by the way. I switched to one of the bigger bras.

M:

We’ll go shopping this weekend. This time I am buying. I’m going to donate all your old clothes. No more pants, by the way. House rule.

W:

You can say that but I’m gonna wear pants. I’m gonna jean it up so hard! Try and stop me!

M:

Your makeup looks good.

W:

Well imagine my surprise when I go into the bathroom and there’s enough product to bankrupt Sephora! And all brand new. Hm hm hm.

M:

I saw you watching the makeup video I recommended. And then another one, and another one.

W:

You’re already fucking up my algorithim. Overnight youtube is convinced I’m this bubbly fun girl who wants to watch videos for stupid hot girls. Like the vocal on my videos went up like three octaves basically overnight. AND spotify keeps giving me workout songs. I’m going to fight back.

M:

Sure.

EIGHTEEN

W:

So that was The House Bunny. Uh-huh.

M:

It’s my second-favorite movie.

W:

Micah I am not gonna gain any weight in this—lifestyle. The Micah Lifestyle.

M:

You will. You had three bags of popcorn during the movie.

W:

I did not.

M:

Yeah. It’s my special umami blend popcorn. Everyone just assumes home popcorn is just boring home popcorn. Popcorn can be so much better. Mines is a blend of six different spices. Which ones, that’s one of my secrets. Perhaps the only thing I will never tell you.

W:

Okay. Well. It was good. Really good. But—

M:

Let me get a taste.

W:

M-mmm—okay lets put a pin in the, Bodily Autonomy discussion that we REALLY need to have. I’m just burning too many calories. I’m up at five-thirty in the morning. Five. Thirty. That’s basically the witching hour. I have to stretch, which my body hates, then I have to move my body in all those motions that make up jogging, which is new, while you’re prancing around effortlessly.

M:

It will get easier.

W:

Then we get back and I guess my weird boyfriend has a real thing for girl sweat because you practically dive between my legs, meanwhile I’ve got cramps in everything, suddenly I’m getting my pussy licked, that’s an experience.

M:

I’m learning too.

W:

It doesn’t make it any easier to run that I’m all smooth between my legs, for you, which feels VERY stimulating, in your hand-picked clothes. Which are also very smooth.

M:

I have a good reason for that, besides general fitness.

W:

Oh I’m looking forward to this.

M:

You need to get used to being hornier.

W:

This is edging practice. I’m training for the edging Olympics.

M:

That’s it.

W:

Okay, well, lucky for you, self-denial is what Wren is all about, and I do get heavily, heavily rewarded on return. Which thinking about it, is probably also part of your training, Mister Pavlov.

M:

I’m training myself as well, if it helps. My mouth starts to water when I hear you clunk up to the door.

W:

Then breakfast which I know is huge and you worked on but I feel like eating it is also burning calories, somehow. Like, my body has to figure out what a blintz even is before it can digest it. Then a shower that I desperately, desperately need, and then putting on makeup which is new and takes awhile. Hopefully on weekends...

M:

Makeup is every day. That’s a house rule.

W:

Okay—another pin in that—okay—and then the entire time at work I’m thinking what the fuck am I going back to, Getting a ton of.. male attention.. at work, by the way. But I barely notice because I’m like, I’ll probably have to ride the sybian or something—or you’re going to dangle me from the ceiling—

M:

No, no. I’m filling you out and sexing you up right now.

W:

A-anyway I get back and another huge dinner, and then I can barely fit in my usual fretting and worrying about the world before its time for movie night. And then we wake up again tomorrow and do it again? No breaks for the weekend?

M:

Every day. You’ll stop even thinking about it, soon. It’ll just be your every day.

W:

Every day. I’m going to wake up and be like, ho hum, time to go for a fun run with my pussy dripping, then I gotta coat my face with foundation.

M:

Yes.

W:

Lets put a pin in that. Look, I it I was bones and anemia and regrets back when I woke up at 9 and spent most of my day doomscrolling. Now I’m all activity, all day long, and I’m ALSO supposed to GAIN TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS? This is not how the human body works! Okay. Returning to—Micah—that’s soooo distracting—I worked hard on this speech!

M:

Your lips are already thicker. You’re very cute.

W:

Micahhhh you aren’t taking me seriously... and lips don’t work that way...

M:

You sure? And I listened intently. Primer, foundation, concealer, setting powder, blush, highlighter, brow, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, lip products, and a setting spray, every morning. That’s a rule. If you want this next kernel of popcorn, say you understand.

W:

N-no.

M:

You don’t understand.

W:

No I’m not gonna do it! That’s like an hour—there’s no time—

M:

So cut your work hours. Cut them in half.

W:

The—the girls warned me about this. They said, watch, he’ll make you quit your job—Micah you can’t just rub my thigh when we have a serious talk!

M:

I saw this in your Mom as well and I don’t understand it. Truly. You have to work a soul-crushing dead-end job that pays you starvation wages, for independence. Independence from what? Me? Would you rather be dependent on me or dependent on a wage from Kohl’s? Because you have to pick one, and I think I’m better.

W:

Kohl’s doesn’t make me go JOGGING while I’m about to CUM! You just told—INFORMED me I have to wear makeup every day—

M:

And you’re going to start watching makeup youtube. Every day.

W:

Micahhhh. Whenever I want to have a serious talk with you, you just start pawing at me and you’re like, oh, you have an issue with a command, here comes more commands! I know my body is your wonderland but—

M:

You knew that and yet you argue anyway. And look, now your work time is cut in half and you have a new hobby, and at the same time you asserted yourself as an individual. Isn’t that a win? Tomorrow I’m picking the movie, by the way. Is it really all True Crime and Depressing Documentaries for you?

W:

Y-yes. Unh. Unh. Micah, I’ve been thinking about—s-sex all day. Living with you. It doesn’t feel—real. I feel so warm, all the time. Between my legs but also—e-everywhere. Yesterday I just—touched myself—because I was like—why not?

M:

Good. I want you to feel good, Wren.

W:

Please tell me... . Is it weird? Are... you weird?

M:

Yeah I’m very weird.

NINETEEN

W:

Mean Girls. Your third favorite movie?

M:

Oh, I don’t know. It’s up there. Third? Maybe.

W:

Tomorrow we’re gonna watch the most depressing documentary there is. It’s gonna have war crimes, and sexual violence, and sociopathic behavior, and racism, when it’s over we’ll have to watch Schindler’s List as a cooldown. Can I get some more of your magic weight-gain boob-growing lip-plumping popcorn?

M:

How do we ask?

W:

Oh—Micahhhhh.

M:

House rule.

W:

Please.

M:

And?

W:

Please, sir. Come on. Three days of living with you and it’s please and sir.

M:

How many times did you cum today?

W:

Yeah, yeah.

M:

No, I want you to report on it.

W:

Um.

M:

How many times?

W:

F-four. Twice with your tongue... I guess it was twice...

M:

It was twice.

W:

And then we fucked when you got home... a-and I masturbated while you were gone. Watching a makeup video.

M:

Okay, good. And you’d like some popcorn?

W:

Yes, please, sir.

M:

Suck my cock.

W:

Oh—EXCUSE me?

M:

I want a blowjob. Blow me.

W:

Whoa Micah seriously? Just—just like that?

M:

That’s right. I want you to suck my cock whenever I ask. At all times of the day, I might want to use your mouth.

W:

N-no. Come on. I’m already doing a—a lot. Please, sir, and a blowjob, for popcorn?

M:

That isn’t really the exchange, if you want to put it that way. I think you’ll want to suck my dick.

W:

Oh, I do, do I? Oh yay thanks for informing me!

M:

But you do.. It’s like the makeup videos, and the jogging, and the big breakfasts. At first you’ll be nervous, it’s a big change, it’s a new commitment.

W:

It’s a BIG commitment! I mean, literally. You do know you have a big dick, right, Mister Micah?

W:

But you’re gonna find that when you’re sucking my cock you’re really enjoying yourself. You won’t worry about anything. You’ll be learning a skill and feeling good about that. You’ll be making me feel good. Every anxiety and concern will just flutter away, and since I’ll give you permission to touch yourself, it’ll even feel good for you.

W:

Wow permission to finger myself.

M:

But you want to touch yourself, don’t you? I’ve been watching you fidget all night, watching the movie. I know you’ve been thinking how odd it is, that you’re so horny all day. It feels strange to you being wet so often. You can’t really accept it yet. Eventually you’ll realize that what is really weird was how you’d let in all the sad things of the world, all day, but kept out the orgasms.

W:

Micah...

M:

Shh. You were depressed and anxious all day and that was normal to you. Now you’re going to be horny and wet all day. It’ll be better.

W:

There’s a WORD for those girls, Micah...

M:

And you’ve been feeling guilty about how much I do for you. You want to assert yourself in the relationship, but you think that making yourself sexually available, at all times, for my pleasure, doesn’t count as asserting yourself. You think I’ll think less of you if you’re constantly sucking my cock, that I will see you as a tool for sexual relief. But that’s now how it is. It is how I’m telling you it is.

W:

Micah! How—

M:

You know that warm glow you get, next to me? I feel it too. We share it, we’re sharing more and more. And we’l share it even more with my dick in your mouth. Now. Suck my cock. I won’t make you swallow, this time.

W:

I’m—all salty from the popcorn—

M:

Enough. Suck my cock, right now.

W:

Oh—it IS cute, sir...

M:

Good girl. Good girl. I’m enjoying our movie nights.

W:

Mmh. Mihhhhmmm.

M:

Unh. Wren, I know you think you’re weirdly horny since you moved in, but you have no idea how wet you’re going to be.

TWENTY

W:

So where are you gonna rail me?

M:

Excuse me?

W:

We’re hiking. I assume you have a particular tree picked out. And then it’ll be, Wren, off the trail, go hike through this poison oak and then take your panties off.

M:

We did that once. Doesn’t mean it’ll be a habit necessarily.

W:

I got on birth control, you know. Something you’ve shown no interest in. I haven’t brought it up because I figured there was a twenty percent chance you’d be like, oh no the plan is I impregnate you at the AQUARIUM on THURSDAY.

M:

Wren, we need to discuss something.

W:

M-micah?

M:

Did you talk to my Dad? Well. I know you did.

W:

Um. Yeah. When you ed out, after talking to my Mom. He kind of sneered at me and said I should rub my naked body against you, which I did. And... some other stuff that was no big deal...

M:

Okay. Okay, thank you. Listen, if you ever see him, I want you to run away. He has silver slicked-back hair and—you’ll know, if its him. You’ll definitely know. Run and call me, and do not, do not let him touch you.

W:

Uh, okay. Anything you want to tell me, Micah?

M:

He’s a very charismatic and very dangerous man, and the thing he enjoys most is being unpredictable.

W:

You think he’d... what... hurt me?

M:

No. Oh no. You’d enjoy it. I.. I really need to talk to my brothers. We should get a convention together.

W:

How many brothers do you HAVE?

M:

I have lots of brothers. Lots and lots and lots. Them, I get along with. Anyway. Change of subject. I got you something.

W:

I’m supposed to RUN from your DAD and—

M:

I’m changing the subject. I got you a present.

W:

It’s a vibrator.

M:

What? A vibrator?

W:

It’s definitely a vibrator. You want me to play with myself more. You want me to use it on myself when I’m watching the makeup videos—and by the way I added fashion videos. I’m gonna start saying tee-hee soon. I went to watch the news and I actually said ‘yuck’ and didn’t do it... because I was like... I need to be horny when Micah gets back home.

M:

No, Wren, I did not get my girlfriend a vibrator. That would be a bad present. You wear this one.

W:

Choker. It’s a choker. Big leather choker with your name written on it.

M:

Wren, what’s with these gift ideas?

W:

Well, maybe you’ve noticed, everything has this—sex! Around you. There’s just a lot of sex in the air. I wake up and I smell sex because we did it last night, you fucked me bare and I dripped out on the sheets. Then I go jogging and I’m wondering if you’re gonna lick my pussy when I get back, I watch videos about how to be a hottie for you, when you’re around at any moment I’m going to get a mouthful of Micah cock. And then when I’m asleep even—

M:

What?

W:

No, you don’t need to know—my dreams—you’ve already been running my show—

M:

Tell me.

W:

N-no.

M:

Okay. Why don’t you suck on my finger, then.

W:

Micah...?

M:

Don’t. That was—unartful. I’m rattled.

W:

You’re RATTLED? You’re never rattled. Even when you ing out you were—do you still have the headaches?

M:

Much, much less. Thanks to you. Here. Your present.

W:

I swear to god Micah if this is a choker with a dildo in it—oh. Oh its a necklace. Is this—a diamond?

M:

Uh. No. No, that would be extremely expensive. Its a garnet. If it was a diamond it would be among the most expensive diamonds in the world, but it isn’t. Garnets get very warm. I liked that.

W:

Garnet is my birthstone. I think. Let me check. Wow I haven’t used phone in awhile. Yay for me I guess. It is!

M:

Uh. Great.

W:

Micah do you know when my birthday is.

M:

Uhhhhh. Hug?

W:

You don’t know.

M:

Hug?

W:

It’s January 2nd. It’s the worst possible birthday to have. It’s the worst day. Thank you for the necklace. Do I have to always wear it? Always? Always.

M:

Yes. Of course. Tell me your dreams.

W:

You use me. It’s you, very vividly, and honestly it IS you except in dreams you spank me when I’m bad, hard. You tie me up to things. You put your hands on my throat so much I check for bruises when I wake up, like that makes sense. You pull my hair when you fuck my throat which is all the time. Hard, really hard. You call me a lot of names. Stupid whore. Bimbo fuck slut. And I would say these are anxiety dreams except when I wake up I’m so wet I’m aching. Like my hips are shaking, I’m so turned on.

M:

Oh. Those aren’t anxiety dreams. But I’m not going to do those things.

W:

I mean—some of them—like if I really am bad...

M:

No—NO. No.

W:

Micah—you’re—so warm—

M:

You will be obedient. But it isn’t going to be that way. I wrote it all down. You will obey like my heart has to beat. I don’t hit a part of myself.

W:

I—uuhhh—uhhhhhh—unhhghhh.

M:

And I overdo it. Damn it. Lean against me... we’re walking... Why is Dad poking around? Wren. You with me? You’re okay. Too much heat. Lets go sit down. Don’t try and think.

W:

Unhhhh? I—necklace. I like the necklace.

M:

Don’t think. Good idea, touch yourself. Myself. We’ll get there.

W:

Do... youuuuuuu... ummm... i forgots the word! But it was important....

M:

I know. I know what the word is.

TWENTY-ONE

W:

MICAH one of my friends is here! We should go.

M:

Oh. Who is it?

W:

Her name is Meritt and we should go.

M:

Tell me about Meritt. Which one is she?

W:

She’s the asian girl over in graphic novels. She likes manga and keeping her head down and going unnoticed. She said her proudest moments in school were when the teacher forgot to include her on roll.

M:

The short girl in the white t-shirt and the jean skirt. And she’s your friend? Go say hi. That’s normal.

W:

Oh you are one to TALK. Look at me!

M:

What?

W:

She’s the short girl in the white t-shirt and I am the girl in the bright blue dress wearing heels for the first time and with half my tits showing! Which I JUST GREW! And I spent forty-seven minutes on my makeup this morning! I look like I’m going to the sex opera.

M:

I want you to have friends. Wren I feel like you’re kind of buying in to this, Micah wants me to be an isolated, dependent horned up ditzy sorta-victim mentality. That’s only partly true. I’m very honest about expressing my needs. I want you to have lots of friends.

W:

You DRESSED me. And you paid for the dress. And this morning you told me to stop reading the news entirely.

M:

Celebrity trash is fine. It just shouldn’t make you think, whatever it is.

W:

Yeah, well, why can’t I read about the news? That’s textbook isolating behavior!

M:

I decided I’m going to stop explaining myself. It feels deceitful.

W:

What if I want to be well-rounded as a person?

M:

You’re getting very well-rounded. Look at these. They’re coming in so nicely. How does it feel to have big tits?

W:

WEIRD AS FUCK, Micah! I’ve grown—SO much. You must be drugging me or—something—I have to check them daily. I just hold them and I can practically feel them grow. So no I’m not going to wobble over to Meritt and say, heyyy girl, yeah it’s Wren, like the new boobs? I own fifteen pairs of lipstick and instead of reading about who is starving, I try them on and sometimes touch myself! Sometimes I cum while I’m asleep!

M:

When is the last time you had a major anxiety attack?

W:

Uhhh.. does it really matter?

M:

Tell me.

W:

Y-yesterday.

M:

Oh, wait. Did you really? I was making a point about how you aren’t having anxiety attacks. What happened?

W:

It’s—it’s embarrassing—ohhhhh don’t look at me like that Micah. D-don’t I get any secrets? Or-rr boundaries?

M:

Think of it as, you’re trusting me more and more.

W:

I—I don’t feel like I have any—choice—like if I just say ‘no’ again you’re going to stroke my ass or throat and I’m just gonna blab all over the place and maybe also cum. Like a slut. Are you making me into a slut?

M:

I don’t like those words. I do want you healthy, attractive, and extremely horny.

W:

I got so nervous that I’m not p-pleasing you. That I’m being a b-bad girlfriend. I know you go back to work after I—I mean half the time I out. How much do you sleep every night, like two hours, tops? And I know you’re still getting the headaches. I see you taking the pills, I see you wince...

M:

Ohhhh-kay. This is normal. This is like your dreams. Wren! You please me very much. These big fat tits alone. And your butt. How is the weight gain going?

W:

Sixteen pounds, sir.

M:

All tits and ass, like I promised. Look, would I tell some bricks I’m mad they aren’t a house yet? Of course I’m pleased.

W:

B-but you want a girl that I’m not. Ultimately. You know? You’re putting lipstick and tits on a pig.

M:

Oh boy. Would I keep sticking my dick in a pig, you really think? Don’t answer that question. We took this metaphor too far.

W:

Okay. Anyway. I had figured you were just taking advantage of me since I was really mentally struggling but like, sure, he’s cute, lets see where this goes, but now—I was reading about BDSM and—

M:

What’s that?

W:

What’s—what?

M:

BDSM.

W:

What. WHAT. You don’t know what BDSM is? We’ve talked about bondage!

M:

Is it like a sex thing? From the look I’m getting, it is. Big... no. Bondage, it has to be that. Dildo... Sex Masturbation?

W:

Oh my GOD Micah. No. You’re joking. The world’s most dom-y, dom-y dom, the dom of doms, Mr. Dom, Dom from Fast and the Furious, you don’t know what BDSM is. You’re fucking kidding me. You rub my throat like, every day.

M:

Bondage Demands Sexual Mating. S has to be Sex.

W:

Bondage Domination Sadism Masochism. BDSM.

M:

What does that have to do with me? Us. You know I was a virgin until recently, right?

W:

I would hit you, but I literally can’t, because you have me so subby the thought is like, hard to form. Anyway. ANYWAY. Oh my god what were we even talking about.

M:

Books. I want you to pick out six.

W:

You want me to READ? Micah every time I think I put a piece of the jigsaw puzzle in you’re like, yahtzee, and it turns out we’re not even doing a puzzle. We’re playing checkers with playing cards, and the score is like, tits to ass.

M:

Yes. I was talking to my brothers and—reading is a use-it-or-lose it it turns out and its very inconvenient in the end-stage—anyway. Nothing too heavy. Actually, as light as possible. Bodice rippers, romances.

W:

Well, that’s less surprising, kind of bad how reassuring I find it. So no Geek Love, no Hundred Years of Solitude. Books where girls just kind of walk around until some big strong DOMINANT male carries them off and fucks a baby into them, end of book.

M:

That is exactly it. Yes, preferably the girls are pregnant at the end. Is that what the, Happy Ending Guaranteed sticker means on this one?

W:

Why not even stupider? Meritt over there is reading romance manga. It’s basically a comic book to teach girls how to be aroused by men. You barely have to read at all.

M:

We’ll take some of these “manga” as well. And lets go say hi to Meritt. You can let me do the talking. And at a certain point I’ll touch her arm, don’t react to that. Do you understand?

W:

Why are we talking to her?

M:

Because you’ve got the wrong idea, Wren. I want you to have friends and read books and have an active social life. I’m not interested in sadism. I never want you to be sad.

W:

Okay. And you also want me to wear little sex kitten dresses and be dripping wet for you all the time and somehow grow big boobs in my mid-20s and have your cum in me in public. And you keep hinting about knocking me up. Plus I should work on my makeup and nails and never ever read anything above a sixth-grade level, so that I don’t risk a single non-vapid thought.

M:

Yes! I don’t understand why you’re giving me that look. You’re getting it! C’mon. I’m looking forward to talking to your friends.

TWENTY-TWO

W:

Micahhhhh I’m at WORK!

M:

I’ve never seen you at work. I realized there was a side to you I knew nothing about.

W:

You know EVERYTHING about it because I’m still following all your dumb rules even here and even though its gonna get me fired! Like—making sure I show my body off!

M:

I really like your body. You should be proud of it.

W:

I’m prancing around like a porn star, Micah... I keep having to bend over for every little task and I can’t just do it like a normal person thanks to your latest stupid RULE. I have to lock my legs, I have to bend at the waist, I know they’re watching my skirt draw up my hips...

M:

You kept emphasizing your bust. I thought you should feel more validated about your legs.

W:

Yeah, well, I probably would’ve shown off my bush a dozen times, if I still had one, which I do not. Plus I’m so randy I can barely walk, which, by the way, wearing your silly heels...

M:

They’re just three inches. And you can still wear a bra.

W:

Oh good I can wear a bra. I bring two changes of underpants in a bag because I run through them so quick. If OSHA had any idea how much moisture I was leaving on the wood—

M:

Wren, you’re prancing around to an entire store, every eye on you, and not a single anxiety attack. In fact yesterday you got back and nearly begged me for sexual relief.

W:

I DID beg you! I was so—so horny that I was—touching myself in the car—and when I got back I couldn’t think of anything but cock. Is that the plan, I’m too horny to be anxious? Really? That’s the PLAN?

M:

That is essentially the plan yes. It is very simple. And , if you wake up anxious, what do you do?

W:

Wake you up.

M:

And?

W:

You’ll finger me until I cum myself back to sleep.

M:

Always.

W:

What—Micah, you—what’s Glow?

M:

What?

W:

Glow. What’s.. glow. You’ve mentioned it before, I , even as much as you’re getting me into makeup and fashion and heels and sex—what’s Glow?

M:

Oh. Hmm. Can we go to the back room? I know I’m not allowed back there. I’m sure the manager won’t mind, you must drive a lot of business.

W:

N—No, don’t put your hand on my butt. I know how this goes Micah. You put your hands on me and I lose my train of thought and suddenly I’ve agreed that doing math is too taxing for my silly girl brain and I’m chewing pink bubble gum I never bought. My boobs are—there’s no way its better nutrition. Like my LIPS are bigger.

M:

You have been giving them a workout.

W:

No, sucking your cock isn’t EXERCISE! Okay, fine, we’re in the back, now—

M:

I got you another present.

W:

Okay well I have a necklace already so—

M:

No, this one is a vibrator, actually. It was a good idea. I stole it. Its a little bunny and you can put it up your pussy all day long.

W:

No, no. Micah I’m—no. What’s the—unnhhhh—the Glow....

M:

Soon. Trust the captain. What a big adventure this all has been. I promise we will dock soon.

W:

M-my hair is getting lighter, too. Like, I’ve always been a dark, dark brown, right?

M:

That, I can’t do anything about. I don’t even like that one. I would keep you chestnut forever. Same with your eyes, I don’t know why they have to be blue. There we go. How’s that feel?

W:

B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-a-a-a-a-dd-d-d-d ohhhhh godddddddddddd.

M:

There’s a lot of things I wouldn’t do to you, if I could.

W:

Oh gawwwwdddddd MIcah I can’ttttttttt work like thisssssss.... I’m cumming,.. I’m cummmminggggg.....

M:

Okay, we can turn it down a little. I thought since I’m here we’d quit your job. That way I can help you out to the car.

W:

N-nooo—

M:

You came in sad, anxious, and desperate for money. You leave happy, horny, and on my arm, wearing an expensive skirt and no underpants. And I think we should go get ice cream, and go for a walk on the pier. You’ll get used to the vibrator soon.

W:

It’s—come on Micah—G—glow....

M:

I’m not going to put you in a cage. Actually I thought you could go to community college. There’s all sorts of courses I think you’d really enjoy, arts and design, personal fitness, hospitality, HVAC repair.

W:

H-HVAC repair?

M:

Or we can stick with the arts, its up to you. Come on, stand up. I’ll mop up that little wet patch, there we go, and you still have one pair of panties to spare. I’ll tell the manager this is it.

W:

Why-yyy? This is—a lot—

M:

Wren, you’re still so smart.

W:

Um, no I’m NOT actually I feel—

M:

It’s my Dad. I have to hurry with you. I don’t like the idea of you—actually we should have this conversation elsewhere. You’re squirting all over the place and I didn’t bring a towel or anything.

TWENTY-THREE

W:

M-Micah.

W:

Micah wake up. Can you wake up. Micah... Micah Micah Micah.

M:

Wren?

W:

Oh. When you wake up—it feels—so good. It’s the sunrise... Micah I was a bad girl. I was really b-bad.

M:

Oh. Oh you’re shaking I thought—I thought that was behind us.

W:

I brought it back I did it on purpose because I’m stupid. But in like a bad way, not a hot way, you know what I mean, of course you do.

M:

You were a good girl to wake me up.

W:

I might throw up on you and the bed and if I do I’m really sorry.

M:

Wren. Wren. Lap. Big hug. Body , skin to skin... okay. Wren, your heart...

W:

When you bagged all my old clothes up and took them to the garage I know I was masturbating the whole time with my new vibrator but secretly I was like—this is it. This is it for you. He’s changing—he’s CHANGED you into his stupid fuck toy Wren all you read is fashion magazines and shoujo mangas for 12 year old girls and all you watch is makeup tips and blowjob tricks. And what was scary was how I kept cumming, and cumming, and cumming.

M:

Okay okay.

W:

And I looked down and I wasn’t wearing any panties.... like why bother... and I saw I’d squirted some pussy juice on the floor and I was like, whoops, better lick that up, and I just—caught on that. I got scared. About how dumb and hot and WARM I felt.

M:

We have lots of paper towels. Sorry. Not being helpful.

W:

A-anyway I—threw the vibrator against the wall and super duper broke it.

M:

Okay. That’s okay.

W:

And t-then I did the really b-bad thing which was I got on your computer and I tried to google search your Dad’s n-name because he was right and—

M:

Ohhhhh no. Oh no. Wren. No.

W:

I just—I didn’t trust you—I didn’t—y-you don’t love me, you just use me...

M:

Oh. No, no. Wren, no. I—need you. I have to use you. I mean, yes, you’re becoming my horny, obedient fuck slave. But that’s not important right now. You tried to find my Dad? Then what?

W:

He—called me—I think. My phone rang and a message popped up... I got scared and I ran in here and—I’ve been so b-bad...

M:

Wren, shhh, shhh, it’s okay. Did you read the message? Tell me you didn’t. If it is true that you didn’t. Fuck!

W:

No. No no no. I feel t-terrible. I thought I wanted to be myself again and it turns out it—s-sucks to be me.

M:

I know.

W:

I forgot.

M:

That’s my fault.

W:

It turns out the Wren that licks pussy juice off the floor is b-better.

M:

Of course you forgot. I made you forget. Wren, you didn’t do anything wrong, okay. I fucked up. I was... pushing too hard... I told myself I wasn’t lying to you, I just wasn’t telling you everything... I fucked up. Here, I want you to start sucking on my cock. Nice and slow. Its gonna calm you down. Nothing bad can happen when you have my cock in your mouth.

W:

O-okay. W-what do you mean, uh, horny, obedient...?

M:

Shhh, no more talking. There you go, start sucking, nice and easy. You feel better already, right? I’m going to cum in your mouth for your first time, and you’re going to swallow. No, no. It’s okay, you’re feeling calmer and calmer. You’ve been fantasizing about swallowing my cum for awhile now. It’s going to taste even better then you’d imagined. You’re going to want my cock in your mouth all the time.

W:

Mmmmmm. Mmmmmmhhhhmmmm.....

M:

All those thoughts are slowing down, dripping away. The Glow is in you. It’s in both of us. We can both feel the same beat, did you know that? It’s tied to my heartbeat. In another few months your heart will beat at the same pace as mine. I’ve always thought that’s a little romantic. Even if—if I’m not—conventional about—the big ‘L’ word—

W:

Mmmmm.

M:

I’m going to assume you’re saying, tell me more. Soon, I promise. We have to deal with this Dad situation. I think we’re going to take a little trip together, okay? That’s my precum, you like that, don’t you Wren?

W:

Mmmmmmyummmmmm...

M:

Starting tomorrow we’re going to get you more things to do. I think you’re ready to take over the chores. I’ve got a little maid outfit for you. And we need to have your friend Meritt over here more often. Wren, you’re my hamster, I want to make you happy. I think that’s the only way for me to be happy. I can’t do it alone.

W:

Mmm....

M:

I’m going to cum pretty soon. So here’s the order, Wren. It’s a pretty big one. I think you’re ready. You aren’t allowed to be sad or anxious ever again. I forbid it. Whenever you start to feel worried, or nervous, or anxious, you have to find me and suck my cock, and swallow all my cum. I know this is a big ask. It means you don’t get to be an individual anymore. You have to trust me with everything, because all you’ll be able to do is suck cock and swallow. But I promise you, I’ll live up to it.

W:

MmmmmmMMMMM!

M:

Good girl. That’s it. All of it. You were never a bad girl. I was just a bad boyfriend. Look at you, didn’t miss a drop.

TWENTY-FOUR

W:

Micah?

D:

Close! Let me in.

W:

Oh! N-no, why did I—

D:

You’re obedient to men. But more so, I made you do it. The Glow doesn’t NEED touch. Hello! It is very nice to meet you in person, I’m Micah’s Father. Let me get a look at you. Stand up straight! Feet together!

W:

Micah said—

D:

The boys have really gotten it in their head that I’m a bad dad, haven’t they? They even got their cum dumpsters believing it.

W:

Just—no! I’m—

D:

Oh boy. You’re what?

W:

I’m—I’m—

D:

Yeah, uh huh. Do you have a picture of what you used to look like? Okay... phone... photos... ha ha ha, yes. Girl who looked like she had tuberculosis and the fainting disease. You look much healthier at least.

W:

Go away! Just—leave!

D:

Such hostility! Last time we talked I saved Micah’s life. I’ve done nothing to YOU. Meanwhile, my son has steadily transformed you from sickly but sharp waif to dull-eyed big-titted pump slut. Any babies in the oven yet? Let me feel. Stand STILL, Wren.

W:

He—he doesn’t like you.

D:

Yes, because I am him, twenty-four years hence. None of my boys like it. They’re so soft when young. They have all sorts of schemes and systems and justifications for what they have to do, which is turn vulnerable girls into cooing, obedient, dripping, breeding, bimbos.

W:

I’m—I’m only MOST of those things. I’m on b-birth control.

D:

Did you know that the headaches will start again, if he doesn’t breed? Did you know you’re physically dependent on his cum, now? You’re an addict.

W:

What do you WANT?

D:

Great question. Alright. Lets talk, little slut.

W:

Stop saying all these—words!

D:

Well, the thing is, my boys are trying to pull a Titan on me. It’s very Greek God. Whats funny is its really just mutual suspicion. If they’d left me alone, I would’ve left them alone. Its a big world and there are plenty of sluts in it. But no, now I have to play cattle rustler, just to prove the point.

W:

What are you—

D:

He sure didn’t skimp on the IQ drain, did he? I have to get my stink on you. That’s all. Whoa—hey now.

W:

FUCK! OFF!

D:

I see the Glow left a spark! Open the bathroom door, sweetie. Your boyfriend methodically turned you from an intelligent young woman into a stupid fuck pet. The loyalty you feel is magical mind control powers. The happiness is fake. I see it, I think even you can see it, he needs to see it.

W:

Micah loves me and—I’ve—sort of kinda known about the—I like dripping! I like pussy juice on the floor Wren!

D:

Did my ridiculous son really say he loves you.

W:

...

D:

Oh so my semi-ridiculous son didn’t say he loves you. Wren, you know how many hundreds of girls it has been, with your same look of helpless adoration? After awhile you stop learning their names. Still won’t open the door? Alright, it has been awhile since I picked a lock.

W:

I was—I think—I was his sick, sad hamster that he picked out. He said—he wanted me to be a part of him. And I wanted that too. I wanted to fall into him. I was already falling. If I could be—u-useful to someone like him, that was good e-enough.

D:

That sounds romantic except what he means is, he wants you to be his pocket pussy. You’re his fleshlight. Come OUT here, female. NOW.

W:

N-no. No no no no no.

D:

There, fucking hell. Okay. Door open. You’re holding a bar of soap. Very scary. Are you gonna hit me with it? Throw it?

W:

It’s—it’s—it’s because you stink!

D:

...

D:

...

D:

...

D:

Alright, that was good.

W:

Just fucking go! You’re not part of this—dumb relationship I’m trying to have, where I get turned into a sex toy! We’ll figure it out!

D:

Alright. Allllllllllright. Just let me touch your hand. I just want to see something. Mind controller’s honor. Yeah. Ha. Ha! My entirely ridiculous son has, in fact, put a lot of himself into you.

W:

Uh, yeah! Like three times a day, I’m like a cum sponge!

D:

It’s hard to explain. Alright. You two win. I was going to fuck you but it would be—kinda gross with that much Micah in you. So. Very nice to meet you, Wren. I’ll be by to visit the grandkids.

W:

I’m keeping the soap, then.

TWENTY-FIVE

M:

Wren! Please be okay—please be—not a number, not just a number, are you still in—

W:

Ahh. Yes. I’m fine.

M:

Oh my god. Wren—I—

W:

Hold my hand. See? I’m your bimboized girlfriend, number 497-B. Would you like to inspect my posterior access chute?

M:

You’re yourself. Oh, thank god.

W:

I’m what you made me into.

M:

I—ahh—sorry—I need to sit down—my Dad—what did he do—

W:

We threatened each other and then I said I’d hit him with some soap. I don’t think he knew how to process that. And then he said that messing with me would be like... gross incestual father-son sex, that was the implication. Kinda rude. You don’t have these titties. And he said he’d keep in touch. Does he have like, a first name?

M:

Dennis.

W:

Really? I would’ve been way less scared. Dennis?

M:

Wren, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should’ve been here. I was meeting with my brothers. I hurried as fast as I could—did some—sorry, I have a pretty serious headache now.

W:

Oh, were you using your magical mind control powers to hurry people up? The very ability that made me into your leaky, obedient sex pet?

M:

I guess you... talked to Dad a little. And yes. The cab driver wouldn’t go through red lights without a lot of encouragement. I think he came. Ow.

W:

Lie down, Micah. I’m gonna turn the lights off. Lets get your cock out... there it is..

M:

We call it the—

W:

The Glow. Yeah Micah. I’m prettttttty dumb these days, and I reallllly want to suck your dick, but I kinda figured that part out. It’s okay. I’m fine. I’m happy. You made me happy. Permanently, right? I’m gonna wake up, every day, and the first thing I’m gonna think is, I should suck Micah’s cock. Some days that might be my only thought. I’m happy with that. Everything else is—is it gone?

M:

It should be. Or it will be.

W:

It’s a little scary.

M:

That will go away too. The Glow fills girls with—joy. And honestly not much else. I left in what I could... ahhh... that’s nice. It’s a—bad headache. I tried to leave in literacy, and watching movies, and, you know. You. What I could.

W:

You didn’t. You left YOURSELF in there, dummy. Your gross fingers are all over my mind now. What’s left of it. How blonde am I gonna get?

M:

Shining. Like the sun. And your tits aren’t even close to being done. They get—really big.

W:

Geez, Micah.

M:

I tried to get you off the hook, early. But you kept flopping back in the boat. I figured it was meant to be. My brothers all try to be—kind—to the girl, but I thought, what if you go even farther? What if she’s basically a part of you? Dad hated the idea, girls are a medical device to him... Unhhhh...

W:

Ooooh that’s a gusher. Don’t mind me. I’m just gonna lick it up. Mmm. So you’re my master, huh? And I am your obedient sex slave.

M:

I didn’t want to do master-slave. Never.

W:

But your heart skips when I call you sir. Sir. Sirrrrrr. Ooh, look at it flip. And you taste very good. Do you like this big-boobed fuck puppet you made, out of the saddest sow in the pig pen?

M:

Yes. Yes, I do.

W:

But you don’t love me.

M:

...

M:

...

W:

It’s okay.

M:

No! It’s—I didn’t feel like I COULD love you. It felt like a lie. I was doing something to you, I was turning you from a—sort of ordinary—I can’t say it—a weird but kind of functional—well—I was turning you from you into this you. I couldn’t say I loved you, I was doing crimes to you. I was making you into a girl that knew twelve types of lipstick and needed cum on her face every day. That’s not love.

W:

Micah you are such a—pain. Alright. That sad little hamster. Did you love the hamster. The slow one.

M:

I don’t—I mean, okay, Wren, you’re right. You’re usually right, somehow, even with the IQ of—no, no I did not love the hamster. It was a little furry sadness ball and it died in a year.

W:

Were you sad when it died?

M:

I cried for three days and my Mom yelled at me. I made him a little gravesite. I said a eulogy.

W:

And you like, played with him and so on.

M:

Yeah, of course, he was my hamster. Like every day.

W:

Oh for—Micah you loved the hamster. That’s—that’s love. For fuck’s sake Micah. MICAH.

M:

Oh.

W:

And that means you love ME. You just have some guilt hangups that I don’t care about! You’ve been turning me into your personal ion project soulmate dicksucking love pet and you couldn’t say you loved me because you’ve never opened A DICTIONARY! You are—aghhhh! You are very frustrating Mister Micah!

M:

Even with the power imbalance though?

W:

Yes ahhhhhhhhhh. Hold on. AHHHHHHHH. God! Lie there, I am getting on top of you. I’m probably never going to have any dominance ever again, I have to live this up while I can. Yeah. Put it in. Yeah fuckin’ do it! I’m giving the orders now! and for the next two to three minutes and then never again ever.

M:

Okay. Yeah. Yeah I guess you’re right. I do love you.

W:

I don’t want to hear about your—voyage with me—okay, that feels—reallllly gooooodd—the Glow is—comin’ backkkkk—

M:

I’ve got you. I can do the work. Wren, I’m never going to ask your opinion on anything ever again, that’s just not how it works, but I think I owe you this one. How fast should I go?

W:

Ummmm.... Really... really... fasttttttt

TWENTY-SIX

M:

Wren. Good morning. Tell me your day.

W:

Good morning sir! It is 5:30 a.m. and I am going running in my super cute new pink-purple outfit with matching purple running shoes. I’m gonna get back at 6:00 and it is breakfast time yay.

M:

Add another ten. I’m going to go down on you after breakfast. No. Before breakfast.

W:

Yes, sir. Then it is girl chore time and I help you get ready for work however you need, mostly letting you dry your hands on my soft, big titties. At 7:00 you are out the door until—

M:

4:00. But I should be home at noon for a pick-me-up fuck.

W:

So then I clean the floor, do the dishes, throw away dishes I break, stop to masturbate for a bit with the REALLY nice new wand you got me.

M:

Your ‘Sorry About My Bad Dad’ present.

W:

Clean the floor from the wand, laundry, laundry is taking a LONG time Master Micah, sooo many new clothes keep showing up. I like, can’t wear them all.

M:

Put a pin in that.

W:

Then it’s 8:00 and I gotta get ready for the day and I’ve kinda been going fully Hollywood glam lately? Is it too much? There’s sooo much highlighter and liquid blush and foundation but now that my blonde is coming in I’m like, cake it up. Cake cake cake.

M:

Impossible to have too much. You should look like the star you are.

W:

And then the new youtube channel is taking off and I was thinking I could have one for my pussy as well. I feel like it deserves its own channel. It’s been so puffy and warm and really good to me, my clitty has been a real soldier lately with all the stuff on it and next to it.

M:

We can discuss. Another pin in that one.

W:

Thank you MASTER! And then at 10:00 Meritt is coming over I’m so excited!

M:

That’s what the clothes are for.

W:

Ohhhh that’s a good idea I’ve been putting so much makeup on her but we can do dress up! Meritt is soooo much fun she says she used to be only into yaoi so toxic the pages dripped. Like men would hit each other on every page. But now I’ve been talking up big hard cock and she says she’s kinda interested!

M:

Yeah. Hmm. I think I need to talk to Merrit... two more times. And then she should probably be Wren-only.

W:

We can do that at noon when you come home you are so smart Master Micah!

M:

And I’ll bring lunch home.

W:

I’m the luckiest girl there is. I mean sort of. I’m an obedient sex slave with a huge ass made by magic.

M:

It isn’t magic.

W:

And then from 1:00 to 4:00 I’m in class! I haven’t picked one yet, I just go from class to class sitting there and being cute and such. I might actually take Geometry because the Professor reminds me of you and he forgot how like, triangles work when I uncrossed my legs. And then Micah comes home yayyyyyyyy.

M:

Wren, just so you know. I’ve been reaching out to your friends. Not in person. Well. Not only in person. And I’m not—Merrit is special, I know I work long hours, I want you to have a warm body around to use. But I know they’re all following your makeup videos now and I thought maybe... like for your birthday... have them all over, big pink girl sleepover...

W:

Lingerie and a huge pillow fight? Which I’ll win? Because I’ve got that dog in me??? Except... ummm...when is....?

M:

When’s your birthday?

W:

Uhhhhhh.

M:

You forgot?

W:

Y-yeah I guess that part of me is for suckin dicks now.

M:

When do you want it to be?

W:

I can PICK?

M:

Wren, of course you can pick. How about June? June 3rd.

W:

That’s a great day for a birthday! Oh thankkkkk you Master can I maybe you know you know suck your cock?

M:

Of course. I made you wait long enough. There. It got a lot bigger, didn’t it? Part of using the Glow, apparently. I should probably slow down with the blowjobs so you can do things like your birthday.

W:

Mmmm. Mmmm.....

M:

At 5:00 we’ll have dinner. At 6:00 we’re going to watch The House Bunny again, and I am going to feed you grapes in bed while we do it. At 8:00 I’m going to fuck you over the side of the couch, doggy-style. Oh, I forgot, at 7:30 you’ll be modeling your new clothes.

W:

Mmmmmm.

M:

And then tomorrow we’ll do it again, more or less. And again and again and again, and every morning we’ll wake up together and say how we’re going to fuck each other, and do the most fun things, and be in love. And the plan is, we’ll do that for the rest of our lives, until the boat finally docks. Okay? Does that plan sound okay? You can pop off.

W:

Mmm.... yes sir. I like the part about the grapes. It feels—familiar? In a good way?

M:

Me too. Oh, and there’s just one thing I should mention.

W:

Mmmmm?

M:

I threw your birth control away. Okay, I’m about to cum. Love you, Wren.