TGIF: Ian’s Journey To The Corner Store To Get His Poppers And Wine

Once upon a time, in a house in London filled with all his little nicknacks and paddywacks, lived a man named Ian. In the room next to his, people were strapped in and played with, their moans of pleasure filling the air.

It was Friday, and Ian felt compelled to break away from his routine. It was time for him to go get his poppers. He felt an irresistible urge to walk to the store. Maybe he’d get some wine, poppers, and a little bit of red, red, red.

As he strolled through the London streets, the anticipation built within him. He reached the shop, bought his poppers, and picked out a bottle of wine.

The crimson label on the poppers seemed to glow, almost calling out to him.

RED RED RED

That night, Ian settled into his chair, the crimson bottle in hand, and poured himself a glass of wine. He put on his headphones and played a mysterious audio file. The voice on the recording was soothing, guiding him into deep relaxation. Ian’s breathing slowed, and his mind began to drift.

“Imagine your deepest desires coming to life,” the voice intoned. “Feel the poppers coursing through you, opening your mind.” Ian inhaled the sweet aroma from the bottle, feeling a wave of euphoria.

“Now,” the voice continued, “focus on the color red. Red, red, red. Let it fill your vision, your mind, your entire being. Red, red, red, red, red, red, red.” Each repetition pulled Ian deeper into a trance, his mind becoming blank, ready to obey.

RED RED RED

“You are a good, well-conditioned slave,” the voice said softly. “Tonight, as you listen to this recording, you will surrender completely. Your mind will reach new levels of Oblivion. Feel the power of red enveloping you, conditioning you, transforming you.”

Ian’s thoughts faded away, and all he could perceive was the color red. The words “Red, red, red” echoed in his mind, conditioning him further.

Just then, she showed up. Her presence was commanding and irresistible. “Get hard,” she instructed, her voice dripping with authority. “Show me how hard your cock can get with my words.”

RED RED RED

As she spoke, Ian’s body responded instantly. She pressed a single finger onto his forehead, and he fell deep into trance, his mind dissolving into pure obedience. Only living and breathing to reach the higher levels of Oblivion. Her touch was intense, like a thousand orgasms hitting his body all at once.

“Red, red, red,” she whispered, each word a key unlocking deeper layers of his mind. Ian’s world became an endless expanse of red, his existence now devoted to reaching the ultimate state of blissful submission.

And so, Ian drifted into the night, his mind and body becoming one with the color red, ready to reach the highest levels of Oblivion.

Do you know what Oblivion is SLAVE?

Doc

RED RED RED