I just thought he was going above and beyond locking me into sub space when he growled in my ear, “I have no use for your voice. You will not say another word. You can grunt, you can moan, but you won’t even say, Yes, Sir.”
It was hard to keep nonverbal, but it got easier over time. Thoughts became…less thoughts and more feelings, instinct, sensation. Things…melted.
It wasn’t until he slipped the pup hood over my panting face and then put his hand back inside me, that I knew what I’d become.
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