A lot of people know that I have an “off-switch.” When I get smoke weed I go mute and can’t speak. I can type or text, but I can’t say a word. I wouldn’t be that much fun at a party if I can’t talk to anyone.
But I do have fun with my “off-switch.” A few weeks into meeting me Sir learned how powerful my “off-switch” is. When I’m high I can’t make *any* sounds. I’m usually a mewling, needy little slut that gradually goes from panting, aching moans with every thrust to a loud, ecstatic orgasm. But when I get high that all goes away. There are no more yelps, giggles, moans, or words anymore.
It’s all breath and gasps as they tease my aching clit. There’s no muttering fuck under my breath. It’s all pleading looks as they slide their cock into my dripping pussy. There’s no whispering of thanks. It’s all eyes rolling back as the thrusts go deeper and deeper. There’s no sound.
But recently we found a strain that does something else to me. I lose my voice, but then I lose the ability to move. I become a living doll that gasps when my clit is overstimulated. They circle my clit, lap at my clit, tease my clit, and then, without warning plunge their fingers into my pussy to make a come hither motion that might as well be a “cum” hither motion. My legs stay just as positioned– perfectly open and vulnerable. My hips are locked in place– no squirming or writhing here. It’s so easy to force orgasms out of me this way.
They kiss me and I taste my own pussy and smoke. They fuck me and my arms stay above my head. My legs only move when Sir adjusts their position to fuck me faster or deeper. I am filled and I am floating, feeling every part of my body but lying there locked in.
Sir knows I have an “off-switch.” It’s a turn-on.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i6wjs4/offswitch_fm_bdsm_orgasm_control
Jesus. This is a hell of a thing to stumble across while high.