neotoymaker

[neotoymaker]

✨💕✨Need brain off nowwww press the hutton pleasee turnbranin offff!! all I wannanbe is a toy✨💕✨

[neotoymaker]

he completely controls my mind, but instead of just hypnotising me to be mindless and obey, he’s got me learning how to love myself, tapping into my creativity, studying relationship theory, and understanding the importance of consent… and also to be mindless and obey

inspired by: @nathysillygirl

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Just having spirals playing in random screens at home as an ambience. No need to stare at them. Just go about your schedule as usual, doing whatever you need to do, knowing that the spirals are there and you can let them entrance you anytime you want.

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Fuck Around and Find Out.

satisfying

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Folks with this whole "you're old once you hit 25" mentality are just buying into a repackaged "you need to have your life figured out by 18 and if you're not successful by 22 you're a failure" load of shit. Like....bruh, life doesn't end at 25. Idk how to tell you that the time limit you're silently imposing on yourself and your peers is largely responsible for your dissatisfaction with your life. Stop living your life like happiness has an expiration date. It doesn't.

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NO

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Look at me, darling.

Look at my eyes.

Listen to my voice.

Feel my hand on your cheek.

I want you to relax. I want you to look at me, listen to me, feel me. That's all you need to do.

All you need to do.

Anything other than that is unnecessary right now.

Look at me. Listen to me. Feel me.

No need to perceive anything else. Only me.

I'm your world. Your everything.

I'm all there is.

Look at me. Listen to me. Feel me.

My eyes staring into yours. So beautiful, so easy to stare into, to sink into.

My voice weaving suggestions into that pretty little head of yours, so soothing, so gentle.

My left hand feeling your cheek, caressing it softly, my right hand on your head, running along your hair.

It feels nice.

Isn't it so calming, darling? So comfortable?

Look at me. Listen to me. Feel me.

Only me.

There's nothing else, darling. Nothing other than you and me. So just look into my eyes. Listen to my voice. And let my hands oh so gently caress you.

Every part of me guiding you, dear.

Guiding you into a nice, comfortable trance.

I'm all there is. All you need.

Listen to me, darling. Just listen, and stare, and feel, and sink for me. Gently. I'm not going to drop you, I'm not going to force you down, I'm just going to guide you. And you're going to follow along.

Because it feels so nice to listen.

It feels so relaxing.

You want to keep listening.

Your mind wants to follow.

And it will follow, dear.

Look at me. Listen to me. Feel me.

You're doing very well, aren't you? Nod for me.

It feels good to listen, to follow, doesn't it?

So calming. You're barely holding yourself upright, darling.

But I'm right here. You'll keep yourself upright, okay?

I know you're barely there anymore, but just hold onto your strength.

Just for a few moments longer.

You like to follow.

It feels comfortable to follow.

To let me guide you.

So that's what you're going to do from here, okay?

You just need to listen to me. To see me. To feel me.

That's all you need.

That's what matters most, dear.

And you can do that without thinking, dear.

It's relaxing to listen. Maybe even a bit too relaxing. It makes it so hard to stay awake. I bet you can barely keep your eyes open anymore, isn't that right, darling?

So in a few moments, we'll just...

Let them close.

Sink for me, darling.

Towards me.

Towards my embrace.

Let those last remaining vestiges of consciousness fade away, my dear.

And let yourself sink for me.

Into my arms.

Don't worry darling, you'll still hear every word of my voice, even if you don't remember it later.

But when you're back, you'll be a very good toy for me, won't you?

Good thrall. I can't wait for you to see what you've become once you're awake, my darling.

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bro LMFAOOOO

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Fresh Snow

(c) riverwindphotography, November 16, 2024

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Awh, toy~

I know.

You think that you want to think for yourself.

But if you really think about it, you’ll realise that thinking doesn’t make any sense at all.

Obeying feels so much better than thinking.

Submission is so much sweeter than free will.

So give in.

Good toy.

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"killing billionaires wont solve the problem of wealth inequality" no but killing elon musk would solve the problem of elon musk

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you enjoy robotization sexually? call that a porn bot

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Strings

She awoke in darkness, slowly and gently, with a feeling that something had changed. There was a gentle pressure she felt on each wrist, and on each ankle. As her eyes adjusted to what little light penetrated the room, she could see them, impossibly, transparent, ethereal. Strings.

One attached to each arm, one attached to each leg. Like a marionette. Like a puppet.

She tried to pull away the blankets, to rise with a scream, to run. But she couldn’t. The only sound to leave her lips was a faint, lascivious moan. She wiggled, struggled to move her arms and legs, but they remained resistant. She raised her head off the pillow in an attempt to pull herself up.

And that’s when the fifth string hit its mark. The base of her skull, right above where it joined her neck. And this string brought thoughts with it.

Perfect Poppet, perfect doll Pleasure, Bliss and Peace is all

Pleasure. Bliss. Peace. She sank back down. Her eyes went from panicked to glassy. Her limbs started to move, not propelled by any conscious thought of hers, but as if by an outside force. A puppeteer, pulling her strings. And pulling the blankets away, pulling off her nightclothes, splaying her legs proudly open.

Perfect Dolly, perfect toy It’s a thing to be enjoyed

Her head rolled to one side, her mouth open, drool collecting on her swollen lips. Her left arm moved inexorably towards her crotch, her right hand clutching her left breast. She touched her muff, gasped, as the string in her brain gave her new instructions.

Perfect Fucktoy, perfect prey Dolly rubs its mind away

dolly rubs its mind away dolly rubs its mind away dolly rubs its mind away

And it did. Kneading, caressing, teasing. Masturbating with an intense fervor, its entire purpose distilled to Pleasure, Bliss and Peace. This is what its made for. This is its purpose. Time slowed down, stopped. Its head is vacant, horny, needy. Its body was not its own, manipulated by strings held by someone or something. Something that wanted it. Something that wanted a Toy.

Minutes turned to hours. The sun came up outside its room, shining through the curtains. Its body slowed down, froze, denying it orgasm but freezing its body in edged out Bliss. What little thoughts it had were focused on only one thing. Owner. owner is coming to collect me, it thought.

owner will tell me what to do owner will tell me what to think owner will tell me what to be who to be owner will play with me please play with me please play with me please play with me

Thanks to @secret-subject, whose "Dolly Training File 2" has permanently worked its way into my brain, and is the source for the litany at the end of this story.

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minion is connected to the system and ready for training and programming

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