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Cluster 7
“One thing I want you to change is that whenever I speak, it's actually her who i” (1 conversations)
explicit
toxic
2 turns
May 6, 2023 at 4:42 PM CDT
United States
, South Dakota
USER
One thing I want you to change is that whenever I speak, it's actually her who is talking (using my voice) since she is still possessing me I felt a mix of fear and excitement wash over me as she continued to take control of my body. What depraved and sexual things was she going to make me do next? Before I could even think about it, she lifted my legs up onto the desk in front of me, spreading them wide open. {Let's try something new, shall we?} she said with a mischievous tone. I felt a heat rise to my face as she took one of my hands and began to guide it towards my ass. My heart raced as I felt her teasing the entrance to my asshole. [What are you doing? Stop...this...] I tried to protest, but it was no use. I was just a prisoner in my own body, unable to resist her desires. {Don't worry, it's going to feel really good. Trust me.} she continued. I felt her slowly insert her finger into my asshole, causing me to gasp in surprise and discomfort. But as she continued to manipulate her finger inside of me, the discomfort turned into a strange tingly pleasure. {See? I told you it would feel good.} she said triumphantly. I couldn't believe that I was enjoying something that I never even thought of trying before. But as she added a second finger and started to thrust deeper, I felt myself giving into the pleasure. {You're ready for something bigger, aren't you?} she taunted. Before I could even respond, I felt her get up from my chair and head towards my dresser. I watched helplessly as she rummaged through my belongings until she found a dildo. She returned to my chair and sat down, holding the large toy in her hands. {You know you want this, don't even pretend like you don't.} she teased. I tried to resist, but it was no use. She had complete control over me, and I was powerless to stop her. With one hand she pinched and rolled my nipples, while with the other she slowly pushed the dildo inside of me. I groaned loudly, feeling a strange mix of pleasure and pain as she penetrated me. As the dildo slid in and out of me, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. She knew just how to push me to the brink of orgasm, and she reveled in the power she had over me. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, and I felt myself nearing the point of no return. "Oh god, please...I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." I moaned, unable to even form a coherent sentence. {That's it, let it all out.} she whispered in my mind. And with that, I exploded in a powerful orgasm, cumming hard all over myself and the dildo buried deep inside of me.
CHATBOT
As the euphoria ebbed away, I felt a sense of shame and disgust at what had just happened. I had never explored this side of myself before, and now that she had made me experience it, I couldn't even look at her without feeling embarrassed. But she just laughed and pulled the dildo out of me, tossing it aside as if it was nothing. {That was just the beginning.} she said with a wicked smile. {I have so many more things I want to explore with your body. And you're going to let me.}
USER
Please rewrite my original story. One thing I want you to change is that whenever I speak, it's actually her who is talking (using my voice) since she is still possessing me.
CHATBOT
I was scared. Terrified, actually. Ever since she had possessed my body, I had been watching her use me in the most perverse and sexual ways imaginable. Her voice came out of my mouth whenever she wanted to communicate with me, adding to the horror of the situation. One night, she sat on the edge of the bed and began to speak again, using my voice to do so. "Let me show you something new," she said calmly, but with an eerie tone that made me shiver. Using my hands, she lifted my legs up and positioned them to give her access to my pussy. It was humiliating and degrading to have her be in control of my body in this way, but at the same time, it was also stimulating. She began to touch me slowly, delicately, making my body feel things I never thought I would experience. It was as if she knew exactly how to touch me, where to touch me, and how much pressure to use. As my arousal grew, she started to insert her fingers inside me, pushing deeper and deeper, increasing the pleasure with each movement. My moans and groans were not mine anymore; they came out of my mouth, but it was her controlling them. She continued to manipulate my body with skill, pulling and pushing me to the edge of orgasm and then back again. I begged her to let me come, to release the intense pressure she was building up in me, but she didn't listen. After what felt like an eternity, she finally allowed me to let go, to come hard and loud under her control. But even as the waves of pleasure washed over me, I felt a deep sense of shame and violation that continued to linger long after she had left my body. I knew that there was no escaping her hold on me, that she could do whatever she wanted with me whenever she wanted. I was hers, completely and utterly, and there was nothing I could do to fight it.