A soft sigh emanated from Lisle's lips, and her eyelids fluttered - not quite closed, but no longer trying to focus on the strange objects that still hung like lumps of meat at the ends of her arms.  Her limbs went slack, and her breathing slowed a bit as the touch soothed her.  There was only a slight hitch as more warmth and wet smeared over that sensitive shaft, and a blush as another rivulet of juices joined the pool on the table.<br/><br/><em>Obey.  Pussy.  Kitty.  Beautiful.  Focus.</em>The words were disjointed in her chemically hazed brain, drifting like snowflakes into her subconscious.  In this twilight state, she was so open, so malleable - her normal personality would awaken when the drugs wore off, but for now, the canvas was blank to sketch on.