Mellow Pills 💊✨

(Content warning: this post includes a graphic description of me taking prescription drugs with the hopes of becoming incapacitated so that my girlfriend and I could play out a consensual non-consent fantasy, but the actual results were... much more comedic than expected. Please make sure you are mindful of how reading details of a non-sober/non-consensual sexual situation might affect you before proceeding. Just a disclaimer that I have used these drugs before in a medical setting and they were prescribed for me, so that risk was thoughtfully mitigated. You can read more about the background planning here. Also please appreciate this RIDICULOUS mug I bought my girlfriend a while ago because we call each other lovebirds. No, this was not custom made, I found it in an Etsy shop for pet lovebird enthusiasts. I know, we are gross and in love, so content warning for that too.)

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Sometimes things go according to plan. And sometimes… they don’t.

Max and I dirty talked often in the weeks leading up to our consensual non-consent scene. I was going to take some happy Mellow Pills and she was going to have her way with me.

“It’s such a hot idea…”

“Doe-eyed little dopey baby…”

“I can’t wait to take advantage of you.”

We pictured me slipping sexily away into a slow drowsy state, heavy-eyed, pliable and barely there. The reality was… not quite so delicate.

It turns out the anti-anxiety/sleeping pill combo loosened my inhibitions, which turned me into what can only be described as a belligerent super brat. Quelle surprise?

It started about 15 minutes after I took the pills. We were watching The Sopranos, she started going down on me, and I made the decision mid-pussy-eating to OPEN A BAG OF GUMMI BEARS AND START EATING THEM WITH ABANDON. Like not candidly putting a few in my mouth, I mean I was MACKING on some snacking here, all while she was trying to get me off. This is… not something I would EVER DO!!!

Not only that, but when my darling girlfriend looked up from her immaculate pussy eating to smirk and raise an eyebrow at my sugar-fix choice, I immediately defended myself with “Well you smoke your vape while I go down on you so what’s the difference?” ALL WHILE SHOVELLING MORE THAN A MOUTHFUL OF GUMMI BEARS INTO MY MOUTH AND MISSING SO SOME OF THEM SPILL ONTO THE COUCH.

My babe has a good sense of humour, and she’d never seen me like this. Luckily she found it entertaining. “Fair enough,” she replied, and went back to work. But she was soon interrupted by me SHOVING GUMMI BEARS INTO HER MOUTH WHILE SHE TRIED TO EAT ME OUT. I was being helpful, I suppose. I don’t remember if I came or not, but I do remember her carrying me to bed while I giggled about my legs being jello. And I definitely remember sending her back for what I was now calling my “emotional support candy”.

Once we were in bed I started bossing her around, telling her she should treat me like a rag doll, push me around a little. When she grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer I sass mouthed “See? I like it.” It’s important to remember that I’m usually a submissive little kitten when I’m in bed with Max. I call her Boss and make none of the decisions. It’s perfect. But here I was aggressively making orders, confidently telling her what to do. She was curious enough to keep letting it happen.

The crowning glory of my bratty adventure was when I decided it was her turn. She knew I had some sort of plan from the mischievous twinkle in my eye. I gave her head with unbridled enthusiasm. Now, Max is usually sensitive after she’s had an orgasm. Super sensitive. Like “don’t touch it, don’t graze it, don’t even look at it” sensitive. I tease her about it sometimes, because she loves to hold me down and force me to have multiple orgasms, but I always listen to her rules and stop the moment she cums. But this time…

I had other plans. When she bucked a little to push me away I grabbed her hips and slowed my tongue, not letting her get away but giving her a moment to adjust to the sensation. Apparently she resisted at first but I fucking trash talked her into letting me try. My condescending tone “aw baby’s so sensitive huh?” as I teased her swollen clit. My syrupy “poor poor thing” as she jumped at the sensation. I didn’t give her a choice. I held her down and she fucked my face until she had her first ever multiple orgasm. And I kept going until she had her second, and then her third. And every time she tried to stop me I smiled all sly and shook my head and told her I believed in her. She moaned as I sucked on her throbbing clit gently, “I knew you could do it Boss,” I said, all sacchrine sweet with an evil grin.

The plan was for her to take advantage of me sexually, for her to not listen to my no’s and take things too far. I don’t think either of us saw this coming instead. My eyes were wide the next morning as she filled me in on my exuberance while force-topping her the night before. I gasped as some of the memories flashed into my consciousness while she told the story. She thought it was hilarious, and couldn’t believe I bullied her into cumming so many times in a row! She had an amazing time. And from her description of my self-satisfied smirking so did I. I laughed so hard I cried as she told me some of the details, she found my brazenness adorable, mercifully.

“So, what happened after you had all those orgasms?” I inquired later that morning.

“Oh you passed the fuck out like a champ,” she patted my head. “Really??” I was surprised.

“Yeah you didn’t even say good night, just made me cum harder than I’ve ever cum in my life and then hit the pillow, lights out,” she chuckled. I was hiding my face imagining my doped up swagger.

It got worse when she explained how 15 minutes later I sat straight up from a dead sleep and told her she had to go get BOTH of my THC vapes from the basement because i very much needed them right now. When she returned with them your girl huffed on the indica one a few times and then slept for ten fucking hours. I still can’t get over the fact that my medicated ass awoke from sleeping-pill sleep to smoke some sleepy time weed. The commitment my brain has to being a pothead is astounding.

Anyway, we had a great time piecing the night together, the whole thing was so much fun. We’re totally going to do it again when she’s settled into her new place and play with the dosage a bit, now that we know what to expect. It was a classic kink adventure where what you imagine going in is not at ALL where you end up, but where you end up is even better. She thought over-confident no-filter pushy snarky snacking bunny was a blast, and I enjoyed the refreshing sleep. And she did, as promised, take very good care of me.