You exhale and feel the immediate gratification...exhilarated and tingling from the last hit....I observe you. Grinning, your eyes roll into the back of your head, I know you've reached the peak. Drugs are quick, but your addiction to me offers you so much more than the instant high. My voice soothes the pangs of weakness that accompany your descent, and I alone will allow you to indulge further....plunge further than you ever have. You watch my lips...wanting permission to take that next hit...all of your desires are under my control. Will I be a kind forced intox mistress to a pleading sub? You are addicted and helpless....my sadistic urges are fed by your squirming and moaning. Perhaps I will give in and let you sup greedily from my cup of poison....the drug that you ingest will allow you no pleasure similar to that which I offer...How can a pathetic slave boy resist a drink from his Mistress? Forced intox is what you crave, but your obedience is required. XO MaryJane
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