tasksforsubsandslaves:

The Suit

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Part Four

Over the next two weeks I took a break from working on a new suit. I needed time to recover, the last suit, the length of time I spent inside it effected me deeper than I thought it would. After getting out of the suit that time I spent the next hour there frozen, my emotions out of whack from confusion to sadness until I fell asleep right there on the kitchen floor.

From the next day I realised something had changed inside of me, I went through the motions, running life in auto-pilot but I felt empty as the whispers of the audio files I had playing the whole time echoed in my head. I was a cum bucket, a whore with no use but to please others. As the days passed the whispers grew louder filling my mind until they rung true in my head. I would often drop what I was doing and just start touching myself, mindlessly playing and when I got close to climax I stopped, it seemed natural that I shouldn’t cum, that I didn’t deserve to.

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