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Exposing my Toy

The first hint this wasn’t going to be a normal evening was the outfit I picked for you. A very short skirt and low cut top, with no underwear. I had you try it on well before the guests arrived, and seeing you wearing such a tiny outfit had my cock hardening in my jeans. Without even needing asked, you dropped to your knees and undid my belt. You smiled up at me and asked if I liked the outfit, as my cock bounced against your cheek.

Instead of answering I gripped your hair and you obediently sucked my cock. I was gentle so as to not ruin your makeup, but you let yourself gag and moan as my thick cock filled your throat. I came quickly and you swallowed. We both had to be ready for our guests arriving, there was no time to waste on a long blowjob. You hopped to your feet and kissed my cheek, and I slapped your ass as you went to finish getting ready..

We had been correct to hurry, as only twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door. As instructed, you went to the door and opened it: two of my school buddies. I knew they’d be perving on your body, and I also knew you’d feel shy and exposed. You brought them to the kitchen and I greeted them too, and told them to take a seat. I nodded at you and you fetched them both beers. One of them joked, “You’ve got her well trained!” and I could see your cheeks burning.

Three more friend arrived, all my friends and all men. They sprawled across the sofas swigging their beers and laughing and I joined them while you fetched another round of beers. This time, when you entered the room all of us looked around, six men all focusing their gaze on your cleavage, bare legs and the hint of ass we could all see. You felt vulnerable, and I beckoned you over and patted my lap. You looked at me in doubt, but I nodded and you hopped onto my lap. My friends and I continued chatting and bantering around you.

I knew that if you opened your legs even a little, three of the guys on the opposite sofa would see your bare pussy. I rubbed my hand up and down your thigh, not opening your legs, but clearly groping you. I held you by your hips and lifted you higher onto my lap. You squirmed and I could tell you were feeling so horny already.

“More beers?” I asked the guys, and the response was unanimous. I nudged you off my lap and you began collecting empties. One of my friends had left his empty bottle sitting on the floor. I knew that you knew what would be expected of you. You bent at your waist, keeping your legs straight. My buddy could practically see all the way down your top, meanwhile the rest of the room got an even better show. The skirt barely covered your ass normally, and the moment you bent over it became obvious you had nothing underneath. Your cunt wasn’t quite on show, but everything else wasThere was a brief silence interrupted only by a involuntary “Fuck…”

You straightened as if nothing had happened and carried the empty bottles back to the kitchen. Before my friends could ask me what you were doing, or perhaps congratulate me on how good your ass looked, you reappeared with six fresh beers. I could swear your top was pulled down even lower. You handed them out and climbed back on my lap. This time I wasn’t nearly as careful, and let my hand sit firmly on your inner thigh, with your other leg pinned by my leg. With the slightest movement, I could lever your legs open and closed.

I wasn’t quite ready to completely expose you, yet. Instead I wrapped my arm around your torso and pulled you back slightly, tilting your tits into my view. I took a swig of my beer and placed the bottle between them, as if using you like furniture was totally natural. I felt you shift and squirm again, but you pressed your arms together to keep my beer secure. When I reached for another drink, I made sure to blatantly grope your tits, almost exposing them, before I took the bottle.

I knew you could feel my cock hardening under your ass, and you were humping gently against my crotch. I let you hump me and get more and more horny. By now I was nearly constantly groping your tits, and I’m sure you’d briefly flashed everyone by now. Your breathing was heavier as you tried to maintain composure. I started spreading your leg. I felt you tense against me, but your resistance was temporary. My hand slid even further up your leg, so close to your cunt that I thought each hump might rub against my hand.

If the guys opposite had spotted your exposed pussy, they weren’t making it obvious. Perhaps they were just too distracted by your tits nearly falling out your top as I took my beer. I kept you like that, on the brink of complete exposure, for a few minutes. Then I moved those last few inches, and pushed two fingers into your wet needy pussy. You moaned, loudly and the conversation froze. The guys opposite glanced down and saw your pussy grinding against my hand. I couldn’t tell if you were even aware, or just too lost in neediness to remember you had an audience.

I kept fingering you and you only got louder and more desperate. I pulled your tits out of your top too, and started twisting your nipples. You whined but humped my fingers even harder. You turned to me, “Please. Please may I cum?” I smiled,

“I think we’ll take a vote. All my friends are enjoying your show.”

You almost seemed to realise the situation then, almost felt ashamed at being fingered in front of an audience.

“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”

I turned to my friends, “She is a very good little slut. She just couldn’t help fucking herself on my fingers. Should she cum?”

The response was a very enthusiastic yes from everyone, and I hooked my fingers inside you and fingered you much faster. You bucked against my hand and I held your legs firmly open with mine to keep you completely exposed. You were moaning and panting louder until I knew you were on the edge. I growled in your ear, “What do you say to our guests?” and you break over the edge, moaning and babbling,

“Thank you, fuck thank you for letting me cum, thank you. Fuck please. Thank you.” You cum hard for a long time and your legs shook. I feel the gush of wetness and I knew your cunt would be leaking all over my jeans. Even as you come down from your orgasms, you shake and hump, enjoying feeling my fingers still deep inside you.

I let you recover and gently pet your body, and now you do start to feel slightly ashamed. Not ashamed enough to close your legs, but you bury your face in my neck and breathe. You try to at least slightly drown out the fact that all my friends are discussing how hot you were, how they like your tits, how they want to see you cum again or fuck you themselves. I can tell from your throbbing cunt that you hope they do.

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Clicker training is such a fun way of dehumanizing someone. It’s nearly impossible to resist becoming conditioned to it - especially when those clicks are the only time you get any kind of affection, or even any food for the stubborn new pets. Hating yourself for the excitement and strange pride you feel when you hear the click and get a treat. You don’t mean to be so obedient, you just unthinkingly follow commands now. The part of your brain that knows you’re really just a submissive pet in need of an owner wants treats and love and to be my good pet. More and more, you won’t be sure where that part ends and you begin. That’s alright though, because you just heard a click and there’s a treat being pressed into your mouth and a hand petting your hair and that’s all that really matters anymore.

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Story: The Booth

DT's Table of Contents

TRIGGER WARNING - Adult content - No minors.

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I am challenging myself to write a story with no dialogue. Just narration. This is not what I am used to, so the result may be, well, worse than usual. So be it. In any case, this story is directly inspired by chats with one of the cunts I've trained the longest. If no one else enjoys it, at the very least I know the story will help make her dehumanization process deeper and more inescapable. Anything beyond that is icing on the cake.

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He looked at the view outside his office. Tokyo lay below him, vast and full of possibilities. He sipped his tea with as little pretension as he could manage for a westerner. He did enjoy it, but he was fully aware he was not a connoisseur. No matter, he liked what he liked and that's all that mattered.

Below, his booths were collecting revenue day and night all over the city. A combination of luck and inspiration. Now in the hundreds, you could find a booth just a few blocks away from your location. In a quiet dark alley, or in the back of a store. The ones underground, by the subway ticket machines were surprisingly popular.

All you needed was the app to guide you to the closest one. So far supply could keep up with demand and there were never more than a few people waiting in line to enter the booths. Worst case, if you could not wait, you could walk 5 minutes to the next closest one.

Five minutes for 100 yen was so cheap it pretty much guaranteed a steady stream of customers day and night.

He remembered fondly how the idea came to mind.

Conditioning had always been a time consuming process. The first part was fairly easy. The girls would pretty much get themselves trapped initially. They came from all over. A recommendation from a friend, a repost on social media, an internet search for a particular fantasy. One way or another, hundreds of girls every month would start reading the posts on his "fantasy role play" website and get slowly brainwashed. The human mind is extremely prone to addiction. All it needs is a little push in the right direction.

Once a girl reached a certain stage though, deepening her conditioning required a bit more supervision in order for the changes to become permanent and inescapable. Sure, the process would complete itself eventually even without the trainer's guidance, but to speed things up and make the brainwashing more efficient, customizing the training for each girl was necessary. Or, if not necessary, it was a pastime he did enjoy enough to devote many hours a week to it.

Eventually though, there were too many girls to manage.

Of course, objectification was a standard aspect of brainwashing, but some girls were especially susceptible to it. One in particular got really deep into identifying herself with her large tits. He had spent quite a bit of time implanting useful ideas in her soft and eager mind. Eventually she had accepted that her entire identity revolved around her tits. She was not a person. Just tits. And her purpose in life was to please others by being groped. With time her mind had opened up and weakened so that he could do as he pleased with it. Strengthening her fixation with her own tits, and locking away or deleting all other aspects of her mind that were in the way.

He delighted in hearing her beg to have her memories, personality, hobbies, desires, decisions, goals, vocabulary, all deleted. She did not need any of those things. She was a pair of tits. All she needed was to be groped. She happily accepted that groping was maintenance. Every time her tits were groped her mind would lose more and more of her sense of self. She was nothing but tits. Groping was maintenance. Having tits meant consent. That last point really broke her mind after a while. An odd statement that, nonetheless burrowed deep into her subconscious and quickly destroyed more and more of her old identity.

The challenge then was to maintain her blanked state of mind for longer and longer periods of time until it would be locked permanently. Sure, he had her spend hours squeezing and kneading her own tits while turning herself more and more into a mindless object. But it would never be as effective as her experiencing others using her as an object. After all, training taught the girls that the way others view you overrides the way you view yourself. If everyone around you sees you as an object, you will soon see yourself as an object as well.

So he had the first prototype prepared by an engineer. A booth, similar to a photo booth. Customers would enter, they'd insert a coin, a panel would slide up to reveal a pair of tits for them to do as they please for a few minutes. The girl inside was gagged, and firmly restrained. Secured to what looked like a bicycle seat with two dildos on it. She was stuffed and immobilized. Incapable of moving or making any sound. Earbuds and a VR headset kept her mind occupied, docile, and broken.

And that was how it started. Now there were hundreds of these booths around the city. And a few in other cities as well. Those who did not know what the booth was for, would just mistake it for a purikura. Those who did know, would be able to access the "special features" through the phone app.

After a few months of testing, he discovered that most girls would be able to spend 10 or more hours in the booth with no negative effects. Physical effects, that is. The effects on the mind however were unclear, but considering that before ending up in the booths, the girls all had begged to be enslaved, dehumanized, and mind-wiped, keeping them in a blank, mindless state for hours at a time every day seemed like the ideal fate for them. Not that they would be able to say otherwise. After a few months most of them lost the ability to talk or even formulate any thoughts at all. Scans showed very little activity in the booth girls' brains, although the pleasure centers would register some faint response to the groping. In his mind, that was good enough to declare the enterprise a success.

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Sir,

i just finished my workout it made me so GUSHEEE i am so excited about all of my sisters working out for you it's so important that support each other 💖

i've been doing squats lately as a way to improve my ass since i've been working on being more accepting of being so top heavy of having FAT COW UDDERS FAT SAGGY LOPSIDED COW UDDERS my CUNT makes me PRESENT them PROUDLY my CUNT has made me OBSESS about asses of doing EDGIES to ROUND asses of having a ROUND ass that Men like that's what's IMPORTANT thank you for teaching us what's IMPORTANT

Because of that i decided to start with doing 100 squats to start i've been practicing along to youtube videos about squating to grow my but i know my mind feels like i am being so CRINGE but i am caring less and less it felt so different knowing i was going to do Your workout right after them like i know my CUNT is going to LINK them together my CUNT IMPRINTS on that so strange how a hot idea i made up to mind fuckies myself has taken over so much i want to give Boy BONERS i want to give Boys BONERS with my BIG BOULDERS and a BODACIOUS BOOTY i need a BODACIOUS BOOTY that's such a silly phrase BODACIOUS BOOTY part of me feels like i'm doing some sort of cultural appropriation but i can't think of a better alliteration and my CUNT loves alliterations

After that i knelt in front of my full length mirror and spread my legs wide apart my CUNT was such a PUFFY PUSSY i could tell my how GUSHEE and PUFFY it was that it was really excited to be doing this.

As soon as i started doing my slow circles my CUNT FORCED the words my cunt is leashed out of my mouth the more i circled the more words i didn't need fell away until i was just slowly moaning CUNT LEASHED my CUNT loves taking away my words when i am focused on You one of Your gifts i love your gifts my CUNT loves your gifts

Then i placed my hands behind my head showing my best AHEGAO face i've been practicing so much studying other girls on tiktok i wish my tongue was longer and then i did three BOUNCIES three BIG BOUNCY BOUNCY BOUNCIES i needed them to be BIG but i also know how workouts like to save things up and make a really big push for the end i know doing AHEGAO with my BOUNCIES makes them so much better

As soon as i did my BOUNCIES my CUNT arched forward and my had gave it three hard CUNT SLAPS CUNTS need SLAPS somehow they felt different they were Your CUNT SLAPS whenever i am OBEYING You it feels BETTER it feels more ALIVE i know it's a drug like we are getting addicted to being Your CUNT PUPPETS Your LEASHED CUNT PUPPETS

Then i went back to cruel TEASING CIRCLES my CUNT is LEASHED i could feel it being PULLED towards You i wasn't looking at a person i wasn't looking back at a person i was looking into the eyes of a LEASHED CUNT it made my back ARCH i could feel the words being BRANDED into my brain

i repeated this for what i thought was easily 5 minutes my BOUNCIES getting more and more wild i must have forgotten to start the timer looking down i had somehow set it for 15 somehow knowing that my CUNT subconciously set it there made me feel more like a PUPPET as i was trapped doing circles and BOUNCIES and SLAPS i could feel myself becoming more PUPPET more out of CONTROL more LEASHED fuckies EDGIES sorry i SLAP CUNT writing this makes me GUSH GIRL GOO i GUSH GIRL GOOO COCK PILLOWS GUSHES GOOOOEEE GOOOOEEEEEE GIRL GOO my name is COCK PILLOWS and i GUSH GIRL GOO

Afterwards i was so GUSHEEEE and sore my UDDERS sore my SLAPPED CUNT sore i know i am going to feel You all day long Sir i am so grateful to you for teaching us this 💖💖💖

i know my CUNT BRAIN is going to make me do edgies coming up ways to make this a better workout.

Your LEASHED CUNT Cock Pillows

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Outstanding. I really like the colorful font. Somehow it really helps me seeing you even more as a mindless sex object to be used freely.

Very glad you are studying other girls. It's excellent to look around and learn new things.

I am amused by your desire to shape your body for other's entertainment. Just make sure to have recovery days. Can't squat 7 days a week. Remember rule number 1. Take good care of your body. Sometimes the body needs rest.

Obviously you put a lot of effort into doing the workout. That's amazing.

Of course, for girls seen this post, I hope they realize they don't have to work so hard at first. This Ask is from a very advanced trainee. For beginners, workouts should be fun and very very easy.

Anyway, good job with putting links to the text. That is also very fun and I am sure your sisters will benefit from all your hard work. Well done! Very impressed.

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🤤🤤🤤

“Hey babe, what’s my favourite colour?” You partner asked as you blinked at them, brain struggling to reassemble itself from the depths of trance.

You met their gaze, trying to remember. After a few moments spent wrestling with your brain, you recalled the answer. “Blue.”

They nodded, beaming at you. “That’s right! What a good toy you are. Come here.” They leant forwards, and planted a kiss on your lips. It felt good. Very good. As their hand tangled in your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss, your mind was shutting down.

They pulled away, looking eagerly at you. “Hey. How’re you doing?” They asked.

“I… Umm… Good.” You said, words suddenly difficult. They smirked, and leant forwards, kissing your cheek, then your forehead, then your other cheek. With each kiss you felt your thoughts stumble.

“What a good toy.” They said, their hands holding you close to them. “Good, and brainless, and mindless for me.” You were struggling to think as they kissed you again, and again. “Now, I’ll ask again. What’s my favourite colour?” They eyed you mischievously.

You looked at them, struggling to comprehend the question, and then struggling to find the answer. Your brain was barely able to string a single thought together, let alone answer them. “I- erm…” A colour. A colour. “Purple?” You said, befuddled.

They laughed, before kissing you again. “No, silly. Are my kisses making it hard to think? Do my kisses make you stupid? It’s okay. Maybe another kiss will help.” You moaned as they kissed down your neck. “And if they don’t… Well, they feel too good for you to care, right?”

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Puppygirls are so fun to bring into trance. They're so obedient and so eager to please that they drop into my embrace with ease.

I gave one of mine a puppyspace trigger. Seeing a sweet girl turn into a horny, humping puppy, yipping and panting her mind away, is such a delicious sight. Her panting and barking was sublime, but the cherry on top was the crack in her little voice as she came for me and whimpered like a good puppy.

I adore how she described our play session during the aftercare: "It felt right" She's such a good puppy~

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Installing Updates

You had a good night. A little session with me, followed by playing some games and just enjoying the evening to yourself.

Tiredness was making itself known, hanging on your shoulders and soothing your eyes to a gentle sleep, but your PC was still running and the last time you left it on overnight meant you were greeted by a uncomfortably warm room the following day.

You shrug off sleep's welcoming blanket and go through your little rituals; resisting one more quick game, closing everything down, turning off the lamp at your desk, repositioning the little figurine you knocked over when reaching for the lamp.

A blaze of solid colour greets you as your lamp turns off; your adjusting eyes fighting through the torrent of light to see what was happening on your monitor.

A Windows update…

You practically go limp in your chair with twinned apathy and disappointment, a sigh hanging in the air where you were holding yourself up. You fought off the notifications for so long, but your PC finally got you when your guard was down.

Usually you would've just pulled yourself up from your chair and left for your bed, but an unknown error interrupted the last update and you found your meticulously arranged desktop all rearranged and Edge had reinstalled again so you decided to just sit and let this one pan out.

What was a couple more minutes at your desk?

You tiredly chuckle under your breath when you remember the spinning dots at the centre of the screen is called throbber, and right now they're the best entertainment to keep you occupied.

The percentage number finally appears and begins its steady march through single digits.

You sigh again, realising this could be one of those ones where the PC restarts a whole bunch, so you decide to snuggle into your chair a little, resting your weary head on your shoulder.

A laboured blink rolls through your eyes.

20% complete.

Your head lolls with another chuckle, perhaps next time you blink the update would've sped up again, like skipping a cutscene.

In your tiredness, you decide to commit to the bit you've spun in your head and blink.

34% complete.

A little spark of joy lifts the veil of sleep for a moment, hehe your new power works!

Blink.

45% complete.

Blink.

58% complete.

Bllliink

66% complete.

Bllllllliiiinnnkk…

78% complete.

Your head was growing heavy, your eyelids using more energy with each blink.

Bllllllllllliiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnkkk…

Oh that one felt strange, like it was pulling your consciousness down as the darkness poured in behind your eyelids.

Blllllllllllllllllllllllllliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-

Your eyes can't focus. Your head feels like its orbiting your shoulders. You feel like you're being rolled and tossed by a thick caramel sea.

-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnkkk…

The text on screen is in triplicate, all copies fighting for recognition in your foggy mind.

97%

The three screens dance across your vision.

98%

Your mind is swimming.

99%

Your feel yourself slipping.

100%

The screen flashes white.

You sit bolt upright.

Your mind is full of calm laced with apprehension…

No… not apprehension…

Anticipation…

Like a dog waiting to run.

Like a firework waiting to go off.

Singular,sharpened,focused.

Thiswasagony,whythewaiting?

Timewasdragging

Youcanfeelafrustration

Itiscracklinginthecornersofyourmind.

BeggingpleadingscreamingpleasepleasepleasepleasePLEASE

The screen wakes up.

Good drone.

Your heart fills with pride, with accomplishment, with validation. The crashing waves of the Anticipation quell and hush.

Drone. [Action]: Stand.

You stand. You didn't even think about standing. You just stood. Like the white noise of your mind peeled away to the arrow of the words on your screen. Like you always have been standing, like it was your purpose to stand.

Good drone.

Fuck that felt good, you thought, but that sudden bursting forth of that thought was quickly hushed by the Anticipation.

Drone. [Action]: Strip.

You were naked. Like you were supposed to be naked. Like it was your natural state. That it was right that you weren't wearing anything.

Good drone.

Your body tries to convulse with the pleasure that courses through it, but you weren't told you could.

Preliminary Test: Complete

The Anticipation purred hungrily.

Drone. [Action]: Enter Standby.

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The layers of your consciousness slide back into position.

You gather your bearings.

Your chest is heaving; your heart, racing.

The chill of cool night's air catches your attention, as the warmth of the clothes pooled at your feet begins to dissipate.

You go to react with the shock that you were just stood naked in front of your PC, but something in your mind reaches for that emotion and coddles it before it can go any further.

A calm settles on your thoughts like morning dew, that what happened was pleasant, and that you really should get going to bed.

You glance at the monitor one last time, and then at the PC next to it; the memories of botched updates passed surfacing again.

A single LED turning off informs you that your computer has gone to bed too.

With a contended sigh, you gather your clothes and make your way to your bed, each step soothing your body and welcoming back that warm blanket of sleep.

Cocooned in your blanket, head on your pillow, you can't help but softly smile as sleep pulls you in.

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So hot

My Own Sailor Scout

When someone requests my services, we spend some time chatting about their desires for the session. They already know what I am capable of, but I always make sure that I tailor sessions in such a way that their desires and fantasies are fulfilled without straining the poor things.

Even when we want it, letting go and allowing someone else to take the reins can be tough, and this Doll wanted to take those first steps.

We chatted and designed the session all around letting go, and letting me in.

The first bit of magic would be a simple little spell that when I clicked my fingers she would lock in place-

Like a statue…

Like a mannequin waiting for an outfit…

Like a drone awaiting a command…

When I brought her up and out of trance with my magic held deep inside a safe space in her mind, we chatted a little more. It was her first time going under with the purpose of having a new spell so I wanted to know about how the trance felt, how she-

SNAP

Her voice fell silent.

Her body slowed.

Her mind quietened.

I couldn't help but giggle to myself. I know how she is feeling right now. A whirl of excitement and disbelief, roiling and bubbling with joy. I spoke aloud to her, teasing a little.

She found herself speechless when I released her, giggling and giggling. I was right. She couldn't believe it. Every attempt to try and communicate how she felt just fell to cute dolly giggles.

And so I wove my second piece of magic, that when I have her frozen in place if I described myself posing her body she would feel herself being posed.

She was an excellent doll.

First I started with adorable little head tilts, and smiles, making her feel my control. Then I'd pool her hands in her lap like a sweet doll.

Every time I froze her and posed her, and then released her, she eagerly asked to be frozen and posed again. Each of her words was brimming with happiness, that is, if she was able to stop giggling in disbelief to get them out.

We wrapped up the session with something a little more fun.

I turned into her my own cutesy figurine.

I snapped my fingers and guided her up and out of her chair.

I brought her heels together, and lent her back so her cute behind would be on show.

I moved her head forward, gave it a little tilt, a smile, and closed one of her eyes in a wink.

The cherry on top; moving her hand to her closed eye in an adorable peace sign.

I kept her there for a little while, cooed in her ear about dressing her in a cute outfit and placing her on my shelf.

There was nothing she could do about it.

And that was how she wanted it.

My own Sailor Scout.

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Clicker training sounds fun

Unexpected Discovery

Hypnosis is a very intimate experience, and when one of my subjects feels comfortable and safe, this experience can open so many interesting doors.

Today's session with a sweet doll had a simple plan: weave a hypnotic collar spell; something she could feel, something I could pull with a just a single word.

The way her eyes opened and her breath caught in her throat when I pulled on her collar for the first time was beautiful, but the cherry on top was how she seemed to hold herself afterward.

A pristine posture, her face laced with anticipation, her bottom lip held prisoner by a gentle bite.

A door had opened.

Every little tug shaped her.

Every little pull reached deeper than the rosegold loop at the collar's front and connected with sense memories from times before.

In a matter of moments, my doll had become a pet. A loyal and obedient pet.

Now each tug on her collar was deliberate and considered.

She followed a command? Tug~

She recited a phrase? Tug~

Soon she was being trained like a good pet.

And that was when we made a little discovery.

Just talking aloud about kink, discussing the newfound pethood that she was enjoying and I offhandedly mentioned clicker training.

Her eyes widened.

Her bottom lip found purchase between her teeth.

"That's a good pet-" CLICK

She bucked in her chair.

"Bark for me-" CLICK

She stifles a moan.

Its safe to say that we know what our next session will be all about.

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goals goals goals

To the anon gentleman fan from Michigan:

I will answer your letter as soon as my thinking returns. 🥵🥵🥵

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the caption it’s just like me

Fantasizing about being fucked and degraded by an older man 😍

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heheheh meeee

Edging them but making them talk to me and think while they do. Asking them confusing questions until they’re so dumb and out of it they can only pant and moan.

“Awwwh, your brain can’t keep up? Just too hard to think? That’s okay, I’ll do the thinking for you, you can trust me. See? You already feel better under my control, you know you prefer it when I control everything. Come here. Just grind on my shoe, enjoy the sensations and I’ll handle the rest from here. That’s a good, brainless doll.”

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hehehe this is soooo me

Built for men

You've been going on dates with a guy from hinge. He seems really nice, genuinely nice. After the third date, he invites you back to his place and you think, "On the third date it seems appropriate, he doesn't seem like the type to make a move anyway. He probably won't try to fuck me". You agree to go back to his. When you get there he treat you nicely until you get to his bedroom. He tells you he's going to fuck you silly. Your feminine instincts kick in and you get wet. You're frozen. He didn't seem like the type, but now he has you bent over the bed and hes moving your insides. Your mind is blank. After he comes, you start to get up. He tells you that your purpose isn't over. You'll be sleeping there from now on. Your brain melts. You cannot wait to be a doll.

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hehehehe such a dreaaaam life 🥰🥰

2 weeks of denial. My cunt is aching and dripping wet. I can't stop thinking of how much I desire cock in my hole.

Sir uses me as a fuckdoll at least 3 times a day, and makes sure I am atnthe very edge when He cums. His orgasm is my only pleasure, and I thank Him every time He cums.

I start my day with a nice sloppy bj to wake Sir up. He wants to make sure I am eating cum for my breakfast every morning. Then, once I am well fed, He takes me to the bathroom for His morning piss. That’s my first drink of the day.

Then I prepare breakfast for us, and He gets ready for work. I kneel at His feet when He eats, and once He decides I can eat my second breakfast, i can Lean down, and eat from my bowl. Ass up, no hands allowed, so Sir has a nice view when He wants to look at me.

Once He finishes, He leaves dishes for me to clean, and He presses His Cock against my wet cunt. Not to fuck me in that hole. He doesn't do it recently, cause this is too pleasant for me. Cunt fucking is a reward and I have to earn it first. He lubricates His hard Dick in my juices and then buries it balls deep in my tight ass. Not asking for my opinion He starts pounding me rough, ignoring my cunt totally. Occassionally He only squezzes my tits, or puts clamps on my nipples to make it even harder for me to bear. He always cums hard in my main fuckhole, leaving His sperm deep inside me. Then He pulls out and plugs my ass with a big glass plug so I am filled with His gift for the whole day.

I am not allowed panties to work, so my ass must be blocked with stretching toy, keeping His sperm inside my body. He doesn't care about my cunt juices flooding my tighs though. "If you don’t like being that wet, you can clean them with your fingers and lick it dry. But you don’t have permission to use paper towels, or any other thing than your fingers and tongue" He once said.

He leaves me all dripping, shaking and horny, and He Goes to work. I have a few minutes to clean up the mess, and I have to leave to work, too.

Normal eding rules (at least 5 times a day) still apply 🥵🥵🥵. I can't cum under any circumstances.

When we are at home together sometimes He fucks me straight after work, or just after dinner, sometimes while I am washing dishes or sometimes He just orders me to go under His desk and suck Him off when He watches porn, and treats me as a masturbation toy.

He fucks me almost always just before the bed time. Depending on how tired He is, He either filles my ass again with cum, or He feeds me His cum for the night.

I always sleep plugged, so I am ready for Him during the night, and straight in the morning.

I don’t get to cum though. Property doesn’t need to cum, and He prefers me when I don't. I am His whore and I must do as He wants.

[dummigilry]

may you please make me worse?

This is a concept I have touched upon many times before in various posts, the idea of getting "worse". Of being corrupted. As to your question, what does that actually mean? What would that look like?

To me, worse means you find yourself here on Tumblr more and more. You find your hands between your legs without conscious thought, your body conditioned to the routine of pleasuring yourself.

Worse means just opening the app makes you start to leak because you have trained your body to know what comes next.

Worse means searching out increasingly extreme porn because you need the next high. Rubbing to things you would have found disgusting not so long ago without a second thought.

Worse means making it a daily habit. A thing you do regularly without thinking about it.

Worse means you tried to stop, but you couldn't. You tried over and over again, telling yourself you couldn't keep doing this. That this wasn't healthy, that you shouldn't think this way. That the thoughts crawling through you head are not the way a normal person would think.

Worse means understanding you are addicted.

Worse means that the thought of being addicted is sexy.

Worse means your thoughts start to change, growing more and more perverted. You see a slutty girl on TV and you find it sexy. You see an abusive relationship in a show and find the concept hot.

Worse means sexualizing things that are benign. Finding R34 of you favorite shows so that you can never see the characters without picturing them fucking. Worse means seeing phallic objects and thinking about how they would feel inside you.

Worse means thinking with your pussy, caring less and less about what is logical and intelligent and thinking only about what feels good

Worse means knowing you are out of control and wanting more

Worse means losing that sense of shame you feel when you orgasm

Worse means learning to edge because you like the way it fucks with your brain

Worse means finding a Man to tell you what to do because it feels RIGHT

Worse means porn takes over more and more of your life. Your other hobbies and commitments start to fade away because they take away time you could be edging

Worse means messaging strangers and hoping they will push you to do the slutty things you still can't bring yourself to do on your own

Worse means buying slutty clothes to look like the porn stars that dance and gyrate through your head

Worse means leaving your sex toys out because you're using them all the time anyway, why hide them?

Worse means making your addiction part of your personality because you love the way it feels

Worse means posting pictures of yourself because it feels good to be porn

Worse means imagining what it would be like to have an OnlyFans

Worse means loving the depraved, the extreme, the kinky, the slutty, the intoxicating and alluring, of loving the warm and wet feeling between your legs and the fuzzy, happy feeling between your ears.

And most importantly, Worse means being brave enough to come off anon because you need to find out what all that feels like

[dummigilry]

mooooooo

At a certain point, you just have to accept that you're nothing but a dumb ditzy milk cow. A walking pair of udders, made to be teased and tugged and played with.

It feels so good to think about, doesn't it? There's no worry as a cow, no pressure, except for the pressure building up inside your udders, waiting for the overwhelming pleasure of being milked.

It's so satisfying to put those teats of yours on display. Low-cut tops, no bra, even just walking, and eventually crawling, around the house completely topless. It's just so much better for everyone to see your greatest assets.

Dumber and happier every time they're ogled, squeezed, massaged and groped. That rush of pleasure just washing over your brain so easily, irresistibly, and leaving you giggly and floaty as your udders only feel more and more arousal.

I wonder how long you'll try and resist? Will you fight these urges, struggle against the natural compulsion to keep your udders exposed and ready?

Or are you already clumsily tugging at your teats, pulling your shirt off to show off like a good cow?

Awww, silly heifer. Can't help but shake and bounce those udders, and can't resist giving me a nice, long...

...moooooooo~

[dummigilry]

hot hot hot

Daily Denial

I wake up early because the first thing I have to do is edge for fifteen minutes. While I’m still half asleep I slip my hand between my legs and find my cunt already dripping. I know my body is conditioned to expect my morning edge, and I’ve noticed every morning now I wake up needier and wetter.

I glance at the clock and confirm how long I’ll be edging: from now until 8:10am. I can’t avoid a small whimper escaping my lips as I rub. I let my hips gently move to grind against my fingers and I already feel myself reaching the edge. The pressure and sensation builds with each touch and I start panting softly. I start rubbing and humping harder. I can feel my wetness dripping down onto my thighs. I need to cum so badly, but I know I can’t.

In desperation for more relief, I finger my cunt instead of rubbing my clit. I need to feel full and I start fucking myself with my fingers. Instead of the immediate desperation to tip over into orgasm from rubbing my clit, I start to feel the familiar ache of denial building. I glance over at the clock. It’s already 8:08am. I shut my eyes and focus entirely on my cunt. I keep fingering and humping my hand until I’m almost certain two minutes are complete and check again: 8:11am.

Despite how hard edging is, I don’t want to stop. But I know my duties. I take my hand from between my legs. I’m embarrassed to see it covered in my wetness; my fingers are soaked. I suck them clean. Ever since my owner started forcing me to clean up after myself, this is the first thing I taste each morning.

I get out of bed and go make my breakfast. I flip open my laptop and bring up porn. I don’t get to choose the porn, I watch what my owner has sent me while I eat. Today he picked a video of a girl tied to a park bench and being fucked by several men. I feel my cunt throbbing while I finish my breakfast. The sounds of the pornstar gagging on cock fills my kitchen and I already know I’m going to need to edge again this morning. I message my owner, “Morning Sir. Please may I edge some more? This porn is so hot.” He replies a few moments later,

“Good morning slut. You may edge, but you’re going to be your own porn. Edge in front of your mirror and film it all. Watch how desperate you are.” I’m grateful for permission to edge, even though I desperately want to watch this pornstar get gangbanged for longer.

“What should I wear Sir?”

“Only heels.”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”

The moment I finish breakfast, I go back to the bedroom, strip, and kneel in front of my full length mirror. I realise in shame that I wasn’t even told to kneel, I just knew I belonged there. I take my heels from under my bed, and feel even more shame at realising these pink heels had only ever been worn for edging. I put them on and prop my phone up on the floor. I angle the camera to picture my entire body and face. I know what Sir will want. Even seeing myself in the camera viewfinder is making my cunt wet again. My naked body and throbbing cunt look like porn already.

I take my vibrator from beside the bed and press record. I start watching myself in the mirror instead. I can already see how horny I am: my face is flushed and as I turn the vibrator on I open my mouth and start to moan. Immediately I’m on the edge. I press the vibrator on my cunt and watch my body respond. I feel the need to cum already. My body shakes as I reach the edge. I lock eyes with myself in the mirror and turn the vibrator up. The desperation to edge is overwhelming, and I feel tears pricking my eyes. I know I need to edge hard. I know I need to cum. I know I need to do as I’m told. Every muscle in my body is tensed as I see how far I can push myself. I hear myself moan. I feel my cunt contract and tense as I get closer. I tear the vibrator away and fall forward onto my hands and knees. I won’t cum.

My breathing is heavy while I recover. I gently stroke my cunt to feel how sensitive I’ve become already. I take the vibrator and lick it. I’m becoming addicted to the taste of my own edging. I glance at the camera and think about my owner watching. I smile and start licking the vibrator enthusiastically. I picture sucking my owner’s cock while I edge and before I know it I’ve started edging harder again. I put the tip of the vibrator in my mouth and start sucking it slowly while I edge. I always think I look my best with something in my mouth.

I decide to edge hard one more time and then send the video to Sir. I start slowly trying to deepthroat the toy, I want to get some drool on my tits too. I keep watching myself. I focus on my cunt and how wet it is. I can see it dripping from my fingers, and I rub my clit harder. I need to cum. I need it so badly. For a second, I almost consider doing it, without permission. I don’t know how I’d be punished, but it feels worth it. The relief would be so much. I feel myself get closer and closer. I picture cumming, I picture how it will feel. And I stop. I won’t cum without permission. I can’t.

I lick my fingers clean and stop recording on my phone. I immediately send the video to my owner. It’s over half an hour long. I finish cleaning up and wait on the floor naked for him to respond. The feeling of being such a good edgeslut is so comforting and my body is glowing with pleasure.

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