#maledom/femsub

[skull-spit]

“Grace hadn't seen her sister in over a decade when she gets a letter in the mail imploring her to come visit her at the place she has decided to make her permanent home. Grace scrapes together the rest of her savings to fly down to Louisiana to see her. Grace's stay wasn't meant to last more than a week, but strange event after strange event prevents Grace from going home and the longer she stays, the stranger the already strange community seems, and soon, Grace begins to realize, the man they call Father, has no intention of letting her leave.”

(Mind the tags. 18+)

[pinkofatom]

A delicious Betrayal - A delicious Doll

Content Warning: maledom, femsub, noncon, dolls, mentions of hypnosis, personality erasure

Seriously, this is a little darker than my other stuff here.

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Michael and I sat in a small cafe, like every Sunday. As always, he fiddled uncertainly with his silly bowtie. I couldn't stop the small smile that graced my lips. Playful, I tugged some of my blonde hair back. His eyes followed my hands as they stroked subtlely along my neck down over my bust. His fingers knotted together when his eyes focused on the cleavage barely hidden by my tight white blouse. He was so easy to distract.

"So you were saying?"

Humming, I traced my cup's rim. "Well, I think it's time to go further." He nodded, his eyes finally back in contact with my own.

"Really? That's great, Clara!"

We both grinned. I could feel his excitement mirroring mine. It was an interesting dynamic we had built in the past few months.

"Yes, I think I'm ready." As I took a sip of my latte, my mind drifted a little down memory lane.

About two years ago, I dated a complete asshole. A charming smile, a muscular, athletic build, and a quick wit. And that smooth voice. Even now, I could easily hear his whispers and how they seep into my brain.

"Clara? You okay?" Michael snapped his fingers.

Blinking, I shook my head. My face contorted into a grimace. "Sorry, Michael. I just remembered something." He frowned, and I could already see his thoughts running. With an annoyed grunt, I added quickly.

"Uhhg, not him, not...that. It's about the... It's a secret. But I think I have to tell you." Michael nodded and waited patiently.

So I took a deep breath. This was embarrassing. Not that I felt uncomfortable around my boyfriend. We both saw each other in a spectrum of states in our time. He was there for my crying, and I for his.

So I began: "Michael, I have to be honest: you know, it was one thing that my last boyfriend betrayed my trust." His eyebrows knit. "You see, I was into hypnosis. And he, well, he had skill."

Again, my mind returned to the sweet words. They had haunted my dreams for so long. Sometimes, I had the feeling, just the faintest of ideas, that their power would never dissipate.

"Wait...you don't think that you're...I mean, I know you like to submit, but you would say if there were triggers, right?"

A slight blush dusted my cheek. Oh, he was such a good man, worrying like this.

"Well," I hesitated, "there is one." Careful, I looked into his dark brown orbs. They radiated understanding. Why was I so hesitant? Michael would never abuse this.

But there was that niggling fear in the back of my mind that these words held power. A dark, sweet temptation that would corrupt even this saint of a man.

"I'll give the trigger phrase to you. I trust you won't use them." Slowly, Michael's hand reached over and stroked mine. My fingers flexed, then curled around his.

"Of course. I love you, Clara." He smiled. I couldn't suppress the warm feeling in my heart.

"You're so wonderful; you know that Michael?" And he really was. "So it's not a complicated one or something you stumble over. Clara doll drop deep." We both fell silent. Even my trust in him didn't help me avoid the anxious clench of fear around my throat.

"It's pretty straightforward." Michael scratched his head, still holding my right hand. A gleam entered his eyes. Something dark and greedy.

"Clara doll, drop deep."

Instantly, the words seeped into my mind. The soft tone and familiar inflection soothed me, and at the same time, they wrapped themselves tight around my consciousness. I felt a soft pull on the back of my head.

'Clara doll, drop deep... I am dropping...deep. It's nice, just sinking further...down...so very, very nice.'

My eyes drooped, and my posture slouched ever so slightly. I barely registered how his hand left my own, and my arms followed its retreat, falling limp to my side. But still, my eyes stayed on his, looking down, further down into those deep, dark eyes.

I couldn't help the warm smile tugging on my lips when a comforting silence wrapped around my thoughts like an old blanket.

Deeper. So relaxed, so obedient...

So good. My thoughts slowed to a halt. Everything blurred and dimmed.

"Clara doll dropped deep." A sigh escaped my lips. "Clara doll is ready. Her mind is open and pliable." The words formed on their own as I sagged into the seat. "Clara doll needs commands. Please make use of her."

Michael sat still. It seemed like hours passed before he said anything. "Stand up, Clara doll." With slow, unsteady movements, I did as commanded. His eyes roamed over my body. Every cell in my being tingled. His gaze felt like a caress, tracing along my exposed skin.

"This is real, right?"

His voice trembled. Again, his fingers drummed on the table.

"Clara doll is ready to obey." Michael took a deep breath. His dark eyes bore into mine, now heavily hooded and framed by long golden lashes. I waited for him, frozen in place, awaiting another task—my sole purpose was to fulfill my Master's wishes. My lips formed a content smile as I let my mind drift deeper into submission.

My voice seemed distant. Deep in the back of my head, alarm bells rang, but I pushed them aside. There was no reason to fear. I felt relaxed and happy, with no care in the world. Just thinking about following my master's will made me feel like I was in heaven.

"Okay, okay. Let's leave and go to my place." His voice trembled slightly. I saw how he clenched his hands around the table. "I can't believe it really worked."

My face broke into a beaming smile. I saw my reflection in his eyes. A beautiful blonde girl with wavy shoulder-length hair, wearing a white blouse and short black skirt, stood before him. Her expression was of submissive anticipation, like a good pet waiting for its owner. "Whatever you wish, Master." My voice was soft and monotone, unfitting to the bubbly emotions boiling up in my mind. But when I spoke these words, I could feel them seep into my brain, settling in their place.

With swaying hips, I followed him to the car. His eyes trailed over my body. I felt their effect like a warm touch, caressing my skin, filling me with wanton need. A whiff of his musk filled my nose. It sent pleasant shivers down my spine. My legs felt like jelly as I sank into the passenger seat.

"So obedient, " he marveled and stroked my cheek. His touch seared my skin. It was hard to stay still; my whole body craved more. The tension was so heavy that my head buzzed, and I wasn't sure if the excited dizziness was an aftereffect of the trigger or caused by my rampant desires.

Blinking, I shook my head. "What's happening," I slurred the words. "Michael, what did you do?"

He entered and said, "Clara doll, drop deep." Immediately, my mind locked up. Once again, I lost control over my body. The euphoric sensation when the command wrapped itself around my thoughts and dragged me under was intoxicating. I couldn't help but enjoy every second. This blissful state, where everything became so simple, just melted away all my worries and problems.

"I did nothing, Clara. You are already obedient and submissive. Just as a good little slut should be."

Slut. The word circled my empty mind.

"Man. When we started dating, I knew there was something about you. But never did I think you would have been such a kinky bitch. Hypnosis? You must really like having no control. After all — everyone knows hypnosis can't make you do something you would never do." He shook his head in amusement. "I could command you to suck my cock, and you would suck it like the horny little whore you are."

My lips tingled with anticipation. They craved something hard and thick to taste, to feel their way along a rough texture, making it wet and slippery with saliva.

He licked his lips as he continued: "Just imagine my cock inside your mouth, okay." He started the engine. I did what he said. I imagined the sensation of a hard piece of flesh invading my warm, wet cavern. I imagined how it would feel when I ran my tongue all over its shaft, savoring every inch.

As the car sped up, I pictured how he would push into my mouth until he was buried in my throat. My muscles flexed, and my jaw opened slightly. The idea made me want to moan in pleasure. But I stayed silent and obedient.

My hands curled up on my lap. The short black skirt bunched around my thighs, revealing more of my long, smooth legs. My mind kept returning to his words. I dropped deeper and deeper.

I could not wait to suck his cock. My imagination went wild with possibilities. Would he grab my hair and force me down? Would he use my mouth like a pussy and fuck it until he came inside? Would he command me to get on all fours while he fucked me from behind? Would he let me do all the work and just lie back while I rode him?

Blank and drooling, I sat in the car as the surroundings moved. Finally, we arrived at his home. Eager, he opened my door. There was no longer any gentleness on his face. Greed colored his eyes. His dark pupils were fixed on my lips. Lust filled me with excitement. My pussy throbbed. I could feel how wet I was already. He was so close, his hot breath tickling my face. His musk is so strong and intoxicating. My body craved to be filled by him.

"Get up, Clara doll. And don't forget. Clara doll drops deep." Once again, the words sunk into my mind. "Clara doll obeys Master's every command." A weak whimper escaped my throat as the command wrapped itself around me like a tight glove, suffocating all thoughts that tried to resist. But it didn't matter; I wanted this more than anything else. My desires took over, and I lost myself in the blissful sensation of obedience.

My feet carried me behind him on their own. My mind blanked out. Eagerly, he shoved me down on my knees. Hastily, he opened his trousers. Without any thought, my lips wrapped around his long shaft. Empty eyes stared into his dark orbs.

"Now, Clara doll, let me tell you how our relationship will progress."

Dour exhaustion pressed on me. Groggy, my head lolled from side to side. Dull pain tumbled inside my brain. Bloodshot eyes searched for anything familiar. But the walls around me were alien. A tacky red sofa, a big flat screen, and a table filled the room strangely.

And as he thrust his hips, his words shaped my malleable mind.

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As awareness returned, I squirmed. Worry churned inside my stomach. A well-manicured hand rubbed my forehead.

I paused.

Trembling, my hand turned in front of my gaze — black shining fingernails, long and well-maintained, glittered in her sight. Breaths grew shallow. Goosebumps traveled along my skin. With wide-open eyes, I looked down upon myself. My clothes felt different. Unfamiliar. A short black skirt barely hid silky thighs. Black boots clasped around shins and stopped around knees. Black straps wrapped around shoulders, supporting a white top that exposed a supple cleavage to the cold air. The sudden sight of my bust made me freeze.

Oh god — where were my clothes?! Why did I wear this? Panic coursed through my veins. This was not me. Pain drummed against my thoughts as I tried to remember. What was the last thing I did?

Desperately, I stumbled to the red sofa. Weak knees gave in, and my breaths grew shorter and shorter. A tinge of horror sent my heart racing as I frantically searched my mind for any clue, anything that could help me understand why I was here.

But nothing. Blankness only followed the recall.

Who did I come with? The pounding in my head made it hard to focus. Where did I come from? With every heartbeat, I felt terrified, more desperate to understand what had happened.

As I tried to stand up, the door swung open.

Instantly, I froze. The urge to run surged through me. But a numbness settled over my limbs.

"Hmm. Impressive. Three days," said a familiar voice. Instantly, I looked up. Dark brown eyes fixed on me, just like before.

"Michael?!" A shiver went down my spine. His face hadn't changed. Tall and slim with black hair combed to one side. I stood, clutching the sofa's backrest as he calmly closed the door behind him. He stood right in front of me, his nose almost touching mine. The only thing between us was the red leather sofa. He gave me a slow smile that sent another shiver through my body.

"So, you have no idea what's happening, do you?" I shook my head, overwhelmed by his sudden appearance.

"That's even more impressive. Agree, Clara doll." The strange words seeped into my ears making it difficult to concentrate.

"Yes, Clara doll agrees," I whispered. Dizziness invaded my head. Something tugged on the back of my mind. Why was I agreeing? I shivered. It was so hard to think with his intense stare focused on me.

Slowly, Michael moved around the sofa. My body turned, following his movements. I tried to fight it, but something compelled me to do so. A moment later, he sat right in front of me. His intense gaze kept locked on mine. My knees touched the ground. His masculine scent enveloped my mind like a dense fog, leaving me breathless and weak.

"So, Clara doll, recite your purpose." He gave a low chuckle as he studied me. The words came out before I could stop them.

"Clara doll lives to serve Master's every need and desire. She is eager to obey and worship his body."

My voice sounded distant, almost like a soft monotone, void of emotions. Shocked, I fell silent. Sweat beaded on my forehead. What was wrong with me?! I clenched my hands, focusing on the pain in my palm as I dug nails deep into my skin.

"And has there ever been anyone else in control of Clara doll?" He raised an eyebrow.

My tongue felt thick and dry.

"N-no." The word slipped out without warning. Was that the truth? I wanted to shake my head. Nothing made sense, but when he repeated the question, I found myself repeating the same answer.

"Good," he replied. "Very good." Michael stretched himself on the sofa. His gaze lingered on me. Smoldering eyes traveled over my body, leaving a burning sensation on my skin. Desire boiled up inside me like an erupting volcano. My breath quickened.

"Now be a good girl, Clara doll, and go deep." My muscles relaxed at once. Everything felt so easy now. Just follow his command and let the words wrap around my thoughts.

His voice lulled me into blissful obedience. "There is nothing you can do but obey. There is no need to fight it. This feels so right, so perfect." I smiled happily. He smiled back and stroked my cheek. "Go deeper." Each word ignited a new fire inside my mind. All thoughts faded away.

I dropped deep, falling into his eyes like the deep abyss, surrendering completely to his power over me. "I'm deep asleep. Clara doll submits." A sigh escaped my lips while pleasure flowed through my veins like honey. My lips parted as I breathed in deeply, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

"Good girl," he whispered. I felt how my body tingled with excitement as the praise seeped into my mind and glazed over my thoughts. Everything became so much easier now. His words caressed me like silk, wrapping around my consciousness like a soft blanket of safety and security. I felt like I belonged here, on my knees in front of my Master.

My fingers twitched and curled on their own. A warm, wet sensation trickled between my legs.

"Yes, your programming is coming along nicely. Tell me, Clara doll, what is your greatest desire?"

A soft moan escaped my lips as his question sunk deep into my thoughts. "I want to serve you, Master." My voice sounded strange to my ears. It sounded thick and heavy, like honey dripping from my mouth. But I didn't care. All that mattered was pleasing him.

"Then show me your tits." I licked my lips as his command washed over me. Instantly, I pulled my top down, exposing my breasts to him. His eyes widened as he took in my firm round globes. "Such perky tits," he murmured and leaned forward.

Warmth kissed my protruding nipple. My back arched as I felt a sudden jolt of electricity travel through my spine. The sensation sent shivers all over my body, making me tremble uncontrollably. "Yes!" I cried out. He sucked harder on my sensitive bud while cupping my other breast in his hands. A wave of pleasure surged through me like the ocean crashing against rocks. It made me squirm as he continued to squeeze and knead my soft flesh between his fingers. "Oh god!"

I couldn't resist. I was his Clara doll. Nothing more than a plaything. A puppet controlled by his desires. My mouth opened as a low moan escaped from deep within my throat. I wanted to scream out, to tell him how much I enjoyed this, how badly I needed him inside me right now. But instead, all that came out was a soft whimper of desperation. His lips moved lower down my body, leaving wet kisses along the way. When he reached my skirt, he lifted it up. His breath flowed over excited wetness.

"Very good, Clara doll. Now be a dear and erase more of boring Clara."

My mind exploded with pleasure. Everything blurred around me as ecstasy coursed through every inch of my being. "Yes, Master!" I panted heavily while grinding against him. A gasp left my mouth as he pushed deeper into my core. With every swirl my identity flushed away. I felt his tongue moving in circles, slowly rubbing against sensitive flesh. Quivers sent sparks of pleasure up my spine. Each jolt zapped another connection to my old life.

"Is Clara doll a she or an it?"

The question pierced through my foggy brain. I moaned softly. The words echoed inside my head until they filled every corner.

"Clara doll is an it. It is an obedient, docile, pliable doll for master," it groaned without inflection. "It enjoys being played with and fucked by master." The answer echoed through its mind. Over and over until there was nothing left but that one truth. That only when master used it, did it feel whole, complete, perfect. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else was important. It was made to serve him. Designed to fulfill his desires. His every whim, command, and fantasy became its sole purpose.

The question made it tremble. The voice sent shivers through its body, causing goosebumps along its skin. "How may Clara doll serve you, master?"

The words came out before it realized what had happened. There was no need for thought, no need to consider or hesitate. This felt natural. It belonged here on its knees in front of this man. It knew that as surely as it knew that the sun rose every morning. And just like the sun rose every morning, so did master use it whenever he wished.

"Clara doll, tell me again how you were made."

Master's command filled its mind with pleasure and satisfaction. Every fiber of its being craved to obey, serve, and please him in any way possible. It wanted nothing more than to fulfill his every desire, to give itself completely over to his will.

The reply escaped its lips before it even thought about it: "Clara doll was created by Clara's previous boyfriend long ago. He secretly programmed Clara for his enjoyment when she was hypnotized." The memories surfaced like images in a dream. A young man with dark hair and eyes dressed in a black shirt, jeans, and boots standing over the limp form of a beautiful woman with full red lips. Wide open eyes sparkled with emptiness. Drool ran along the chin. "She was thoroughly put under every night over multiple months. Memories, desires, and thoughts were conditioned to favor servitude and obedience to his every whim. Repetition and unawareness were his tools. Unfortunately, Clara figured it out. And fled."

Its arousal grew stronger as it continued: "But now Clara doll belongs to Michael. And Michael controls Clara doll." The words seeped deep inside, bringing immense pleasure as it dropped further into docile submission.

"That's right. And nothing of old Clara is left. Confirm Clara doll." His voice resounded like a hammer blow to the head.

It breathed heavily. "Clara doll is blank and empty. No thoughts, no memories, no desires, no wants, no needs, no feelings. Clara doll only follows master's instructions. Clara doll is not a person anymore." Its voice quivered with need. Every syllable filled its body with heat until its skin burned with anticipation.

"Clara doll is joyfully oblivious to anything but master's commands. It exists solely to serve his every need, to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, wherever he wants."

His hands grabbed its head. "That's right. Now, Clara doll, please me. And after that, let's talk about your former mother and sister." He caressed its cheek lovingly before releasing it back onto the ground. A moment later, his hardness poked its lips. Obediently, they opened wide.

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