All inhibitions are abandoned….any remaining self control is drowning in the numerous highballs that sit menacing in your belly. You slur and stumble…but make no attempts to resist. You know you’ve had too much….you are a few sips away from being a lifeless man-puppet. Alcohol was what you thirsted for, but forced intoxication granted the loss of control you craved. Obeying orders, the hand that provides each mind-wasting dose is your own. So willing to sip poison for my amusement…you lose all concept of time and begin to divulge secrets upon request. A weak, horny phonesex slave willing to consume upon command any amount to please his humilliatrix, your true addiction is serving. Your sick urges are fed. Awaking sore and hungover, you recall small glimpses of tasks performed for my amusement….all memories blurred and surreal. The taste of booze lingers along with the anticipation of the next binge. XO MaryJane
1888.662.6482
AIM: amusemaryjane / YIM: magicalmaryjane