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.