Focus on enjoying lunch, then suggest doing something fun later

13:00 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | The Boathouse, Putney

You decide to focus on enjoying lunch despite your new communication challenges. When Emma brings your food—a steaming plate of linguine for you and a juicy steak sandwich for David—you concentrate on eating rather than speaking, which reduces the risk of your Zero Filter Slut-Speak kink hijacking your words.

"You know," David says, cutting into his sandwich with deliberate precision, "I've never met anyone quite like you, Mia. The way you talk, the way you move..." His eyes travel over your body, lingering on the outline of your nipple piercings visible through your tight pink dress. "It's like you were designed specifically to drive men crazy."

You twirl pasta around your fork, feeling a flush of heat at his words. The Super Sub kink makes his attention feel like a physical caress, your body humming with the need to please him.

"This is really good," you try to say about the food, but what comes out is: "I'd rather have your cock sliding down my throat than this pasta."

David nearly chokes on his beer, eyes widening. A woman at the next table gasps audibly.

"Sorry," you whisper, mortified, which transforms into: "My pussy gets so wet when you look at me like that."

"Jesus," David murmurs, leaning forward with newfound intensity. "What happened to you? It's like you literally can't stop yourself."

You shake your head helplessly, unable to explain without triggering more explicit language. Instead, you try changing the subject by suggesting something fun for later.

"After lunch, maybe we could..." you begin carefully, intending to suggest a movie or walk, but your words emerge as: "...find somewhere you can bend me over and fuck me until I scream your name."

David's pupils dilate. He takes a long sip of his beer, never breaking eye contact. "Actually," he says slowly, a calculating smile forming, "I have something specific in mind." He leans across the table, lowering his voice. "I want to test how far this goes—whatever this is with you. I've noticed your piercings. The nipples, the navel..." His fingers brush against your hand. "There's a place not far from here. I want you to get your clit and tongue pierced."

Your heart races at his words. The Super Sub kink makes refusing impossible; the very idea sends a surge of compliant heat through your body. The jeweled butt plug shifts as you squirm in your seat.

"You want to see how far I'll go for you?" you attempt to ask, but it emerges as: "I'll let them stick needles through any part of me if it makes you hard."

David laughs, clearly enjoying the power he has over you. "That's exactly what I want to see." He signals for the check. "Finish your lunch. We're going to Velvet Visions—they do piercings in the back room. Professional place, despite the name."

As you **** yourself to finish your pasta, your mind races. The Super Sub kink prevents you from refusing, while your permanently bimbo-locked IQ of 70 makes it difficult to think of alternatives. The butt plug keeping your thoughts from slipping further still leaves you acutely aware of what's happening—you're about to get intimate piercings because a man commanded it, and your body is already humming with anticipation.

13:30 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | The Boathouse, Putney

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