#mind slave

[veillover19]

She was a reporter just visiting the palace on a fact finding trip when she walked around the corner and found herself facing a spinning disc that made her feel so sleepy...

Now there is a new dancer performing after dinner and she will find herself feeling oddly "sore" when she wakes up tomorrow...

(AI art made with Stable Diffusion)

[emptea-headed]

Sucking dick is good for edge sluts

Edging while getting someone off with your mouth is so nice. Knowing you cant cum, but that thick, warm cock in your mouth will and youre gonna be a good girl and drink up.

Giving head like your life depends on it. Moaning and sucking, up and down, wishing that cock was in your cunt instead.

[dommebigmommyy]

Very much okay

[hypnobrainwasher]

1. Stick your tongue out

2. Pull your tits out.

3. Start rubbing your pussy.

4. Congrats, this is the smartest you will be today.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Uh oh! Your nerdy little bro hypnotized your friend...

[your-internet-bf]

God, I need someone to worship my cock.

I need to slap your face with it, lay it on your forehead, make you breathe me in. I need to grind into your skull, not granting you the satisfaction of having my perfect cock in your mouth, but grinding on you the way you grind on a pillow.

I need to see the pathetic look in your eyes when you see it. I need to see the lust, the desire, the slight shock and disbelief that yes, it really is as thick as your wrist.

I need to twine my fingers in your hair, close my eyes, and luxuriate while you worship every inch, kissing, licking, and sucking like I'm the last thing you'll ever taste.

I need to feel your desperation. I need to feel you adore me. I need to feel you debase yourself willingly for me, feel your hands on my cock, hear your moans as you bring me closer and closer to cumming.

Because you'd do it, wouldn't you? You "want" to be needed like you "want" to breathe air. I need you. I need your devotion, your worship, your hands and your tongue and your lips on me, and I need you to swallow every last drop from me - a gift from your god.

[goodgirl313]

Turn me into your mindless doll. Break me till I'm just holes for you to fuck. Put a spiral in front of me and watch me sink deep. Watch untill nothing is left but a good little slut who knows their purpose. Just a mindless little doll for you to use.

[veillover19]

Emotional control ensures that a FatimaMaid can be safely allowed out of its owner's home to perform its duties without fear of rebellion. As usual obedience causes a low level but constant wave of pleasure (that's quite addictive) while a fear of failure and a constant dislike of being out and away from it's owner ensures the Maid completes its duties as rapidly as possible and then returns to its Master.

Finally the orgasmic levels of pleasure success provides is really addictive and the Maid won't risk losing the high for anything...

(AI art made with Stable Diffusion)

[emptea-headed]

Edge sluts were never meant to cum

It feels better because its better for you

Good girls edge

You need to be a good girl

You cant cum

Orgasms are meaningless to you

You dont deserve to cum

Edging is bliss

You edge because you were meant to edge

You were never meant to cum

Kneel and edge and beg for forgiveness for ever thinking you had the right to cum, silly slut

[sarahcaitlyn]

It put on the collar, and instantly forgot what it name was.

Within one minute, it knew its proper place in the world.

Within five minutes, it hazily felt unneccesary memories slipping away, fingers instinctively traveling down to its pussyhole.

Within half an hour, it no longer recognized the room it was in, but its orgasms left it unable to think of why that felt wrong.

Within an hour, it had called in sick for work -- Why does it have a job?, it thought to itself, but the revelation left just as quickly as it arrived - work wasnt important anymore - It started to threw all of its boring clothing into an increasingly chaotic pile outside its doorway.

Within two hours, it felt the ramrod-straight dick of its Master plunge cum into its pussyhole, marking it forever as a Cumdump Drone. It layed face-down the floor, knowing its future was secured. 

It no longer cared at all. About itself, about its life, about anything.

Because when you're a Drone, you simply follow & obey.

[hypnobrainwasher]

Wow, it turns out your favorite internet fuck doll isn’t into actual misogyny, and you’re just a mouth-breather who can’t parse the difference between kink and real life! Sucks for you.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Brainwashed this firefighter to become my sex slave...

[bigboysfalldeep]

complete obedience - cop slave

It's in the middle of the night when Officer Donaldson's shift was about to end. He just called dispatch, and they confirmed him dropping off his partner before heading home himself.

Living in a smaller town, the shift was quite uneventful. Just some teenagers smoking weed in a public area, and a man who refused to leave a restaurant, so they had to remove him. 

Stopping at a red light, he let out a low sigh. He was tired; the first day of the night shift always took a toll on him. He wasn't able to sleep much the day before, so all he could think about was jumping right into bed.

Officer Donaldson even saw a doctor a few days earlier, due to his exhaustion. It was helping him, but it would take time, as the doctor told him.

Suddenly, his chest started to vibrate, and his phone alarm went off inside his vest. He heard an unusual sound—low, very rhythmic, and strong—and he didn't even remember setting it.

This caused his chest to tingle, and it spread steadily through his entire chest.

Donaldson took a deep breath and reached for his phone, but he placed a hand on his pecs instead, stroking himself lovingly.

"Mhmmm," he growled, his eyes locking with nothing in particular in the empty streets before him.

The tingling felt so good, he reveled in it, closing his eyes for a second while stroking himself still.

Then, the sound stopped abruptly, and the officer regained his composure. The light had already turned green, and the car was going straight. 

He meant to turn left; going straight wasn't the shortest way back home, but something inside him had a different plan. 

Even though the alarm stopped a while ago, the tingling remained, making his head hum rhythmically.

His head was heavy and his vision a little blurry, but he kept going, his body maneuvering the streets on autopilot. With one hand still on his chest, he let out a low growl again.

'Where was he going?' He thought, but his doubts were replaced by that blissful happiness, which sparked a tingling inside his belly.

Donaldson stopped at another red light, and his eyes wandered about. He knew the area—not his usual district to patrol—but he has been there a couple of times. Vague images, sounds, and smells invaded his mind, and it felt so good. 

Swallowing hard, he noticed the firm bulge forming inside his tight uniform pants. Mindlessly, he began to touch himself, tracing the outlines of his ever-growing shaft with his fingertips.

His eyes rolled back for just a second when the light turned green. The light was so bright, it felt like it was illuminating the entire patrol car.

His body moved on its own again, and he kept driving for another 10 to 15 minutes. He lost all track of time and space, but somehow he knew where he had to go. A location embedded deep inside his mind for moments like these.

The officer didn't even realize he parked the car in front of a big suburban home. He turned the lights off, then the engine, before slowly getting out of the car.

The tingling quickly spread through his chest and into his legs, calves, feet, and toes. Every step felt heavy, causing the tingling to expand even more. 

He embraced it and welcomed it, because with it came that beautiful state of blissful obedience. The cop knew he was meant to be here right now, so he slowly walked up toward the front door.

Swaying slightly, he took his time to not fall over. Simultaneously, the tingling flowed into his arms, causing him to let out a low, guttural moan. 

Donaldson touched himself, his chest and bulging cock, edging himself on already. His head was spinning, his vision so blurry—it was so dark, no lights, no sounds, just the bright white door in front of him.

The cop stopped, exhausted yet determined. With shaking arms, he knocked on the door. Thats when the tingling turned into numbness, all at once while invading his mind with rapid images, messages, and commands telling him to simply obey.

He winced once before his body turned stiff and rigid. 

Then, the door opened, and in the cold, dark night, there was a flowly silhouette, a shapeless form reaching out for him.

"You're finally here, officer," a deep voice echoed through the numbness taking over Donaldson's mind. "Why don't you come in?"

At this point, the officer's eyes rolled back deep inside his head—pure white—before he smiled. 

"Thank you, doctor."

Officer Donaldson followed the man through the dimly lit hallways and rooms, straight into the basement.

"Thats enough." The man's voice was rough and agitated.

"Yes, Doctor." The cop said his handsome voice was so dull and empty.

He was still swaying slightly when the man approached him with a sly smirk playing on his lips. 

"The conditioning is working well." He said he was starting some sort of examination. The man began to feel the officer's chest firmly. With medical precision and finesse, he touches his patient's chest firmly through his vest.

Donaldson's body reacted right away: his muscles bulged through his clothes, and with every touch, they grew harder.

"Very nice." The doctor smiled, running his hands over his chest, then his shoulders, and along his neck. "That's it, yeah, good boy."

The officer just felt relaxed; his mind was prepared beforehand for this exact moment. He is under this man's control, unable to protest or defend himself. 

The doctor then began to caress the cop's cheek, tracing his jawline with his fingertips and enjoying the scruffy beard.

"I like that." He growled and touched himself through his joggers. "So good."

Donaldson's expression twitches from time to time, his mind working overtime, feeling so much pleasure and pressure at the same time. His breathing got more intense, much to the doctors amusement; he placed a hand on the chest, enjoying every deep breath he took.

"Easy, officer." He began to unzip the cop's vest. "We don't want you to collapse just now, do we?"

"Thanks, doctor." Officer Donaldson sighed, but his voice broke when the man touched his chest through his shirt, causing him to moan.

"thats right." The doctor felt the policeman's pecs and stroked his tummy. "Flex for me."

Slowly, yet deliberately, the officer raises both of his arms, his thick, hard muscles on display. 

He was wearing a shirt underneath, complimenting his physique perfectly. 

"Good boy." The man placed a hand on Donaldson's face, stroking his cheek and tracing his lips with his thumb.

Then, his attention shifted to the cop's arms, the thick, firm biceps bulging more and more with even the slightest touch. 

The officer moaned in pleasure as his hands encompassed his entire upper body. Like a test subject, the doctor inspects every inch and every part of his body.

"Thats it. Yeah. So good." The doctor walked around him, hugging him from behind and stroking his chest some more while the cop was still flexing. "Good boy. Let me take this off."

In one sensual movement, he unbuttoned the gun belt and put it on a cupboard next to them.

He then returned to the flexing officer, hugging him tightly.

"You smell so good. So musky, so fine." He groaned, sniffing the officers pits intensely. "Fuck, I'm getting hard." The man rubbed his hardening dick against the cops ass. 

He let his hands run down Donaldson's chest, right to his crotch. "Oh, you're enjoying it, aren't you?" The officer moaned once the man grabbed his twitching cock firmly, playing with it through his pants.

"Mhmmm. So big," The man rocked back and forth slightly, licking his lips while holding the young cop close to him, not wanting to let go.

He felt the officers chest again, relishing in his body heat radiating through his clothes, and how easy it was, to play with him and his mind.

"Time for your reward." He growled deeply into Donaldson's ear, who started to drool heavily. "But first. Get on your knees."

"Yes Doctor." He said, his voice empty and dull, as he got on his knees. 

The man walked around him, enjoying the sight of this young, handsome cop on his knees in front of him.

Touching himself, he put his crotch right in front of the officer's face. He then pulls his joggers down, exposing a thick, throbbing cock, already leaking pre-cum.

"Suck." He snapped his fingers, and without any hesitation, Donaldson leaned in, taking the entire cock in his mouth at once.

It felt amazing, like the guy had definitely sucked someone off before. His tongue hit every right spot immediately, while he moved his head rhythmically. 

"Fuck, good boy." He ran a hand through the cop's hair, causing him to look up with glassy, vacant eyes. "Good boy."

Donaldson's eyes rolled back slowly as muffled moans escaped his lips. Then, the man pushed his cock deeper into the cop's mouth, causing him to gag heavily.

"So good. Such a well-trained boy."

Getting closer to the edge, he grabbed the officer's hair and pulled him back, just in time for the tip of his cock to erupt, spitting the hot cum right into his face.

But that wasn't enough; he started to jerk off, shooting multiple more loads against the cop's face and upper chest, staining his uniform. 

"Yeah, that feels good."

Donaldson took it all—he sat there, face and chest covered in cum, while he drooled, his entire body tingling and feeling numb.

The doctor enjoyed this so much; he kept stroking his wet dick, but he was running dry. With one hand, he pulled his pants back up.

"Get up, boy."

The officer got up slowly, groaning and moaning as he did. His eyes were unfocused and empty, yet so pretty. He kept looking around, searching for nothing in particular. 

"Good boy. Such a good pup." The doctor patted his cheek and chest again and again. Praising his toy happily. He was satisfied with him for today, and Donaldson was about to receive a reward.

The officer was conditoned to get hard, but not cum, unless he got permission. His mind was empty; all he could think about was cumming.

Donaldson was edging himself on for the entire time; his cock was twitching, pulsating, and tingling rhythmically. But not a single drop left its tip.

The doctor placed a hand on the cop's shoulder, who reacted right away; his eyes rolled back slightly, awaiting commands.

"That's it, good boy. Do as I tell you." He stroked the officer's chest again before slowly unbuttoning the shirt stained with sweat and cum. 

One button at a time, revealing a well-toned chest. The man licked his lips at the sight, but he needed to finish this part of the conditioning. 

"Officer, you did well today, and you shall get your reward." He leaned in, whispering into the man's ear.

"Now, cum for me. Let all of it go. Stain your pretty uniform with your cum, your sweat, and keep drooling."

With a long moan, Donaldson complied. His entire body twitched as he shot massive loads into his pants. His eyes were pure white, his voice was husky, and there was so much cum that it was pressing through the fabric of the uniform.

"Good boy, such a good boy." The doctor kept stroking him, encouraging him to let go and cum more and more.

Once he was running dry, the doctor pressed a finger on Donaldson's forehead.

"Now sleep."

With an even deeper moan, the officer slumped into the man's arms.

"Thats it. Yeah." 

Lovingly, the man embraced the sweaty, sticky mess of an officer, and he started to stroke all of him again.

"Listen to me, officer. You won't mind your stained uniform; you won't mind the smell. You won't remember anything that happened; just the conditioning will remain hidden deep inside your brain. Do you understand?"

Donaldson drooled heavily.

"Yes doctor." 

"Good boy. Keep the alarm set for next week as well. And when you wake up, it will be like nothing happened. Understood?"

Donaldson enjoyed this tight embrace, leaning into this guy's arms fully. 

"Yes doctor."

With a snap of his fingers, Officer Donaldson's vision went dark before he found himself back inside his patrol car, standing at a red light.

Blinking a few times, he ran a hand to his wet, sticky crotch, touching his dick lovingly.

Mindlessly, he drooled slightly when the light turned green.

With that, he headed home.

[hell0jon]

YOU KNOW I GETS MY PIMPIN OWWWNNNNNN

[emptea-headed]

Hello everyone! I’ve made it to over 1000 followers recently, and my dom and I agreed to make one of these posts to celebrate!

This post will run until October 16th Noon EST

*Edges and/or ruins controlled by my dom will not count towards this post, and if he makes me cum I must start all over again.

Edit: Spamming is encouraged by the way ☺️ I love the idea of an unobtainable goal

Edit 2: Edges from this post will be completed in the shortest amount of time as possible, which will obviously fry my brain as much as possible because that’s the whole point ☺️

Every one note is an edge I have to do, but special goals include:

Every 5 likes is an edge with mint chapstick on my clit and/or nipples

Every 5 reblogs is an edge I have to do with a dildo in, but no touching my clit

Every 5 comments is an edge I have to do with sensory deprivation

Every 20 likes is a minute I have to wear nipple and/or clit clamps while edging

Every 40 likes is an edge I have to do without a sex toy or my hands, anything else is fair game

Every 50 comments is a ruin followed immediately by smacking my cunt until its tingly

Every 100 of all is an edge I can have only by smacking my cunt and clit

Every 500 of all is an edge with the tens unit

Edit: If this post can get to 1000 notes, I will hard edge as many times in a row as I can handle (whatever the end result may be) with my legs tied open so I have no choice but to feel it and submit to it more and more

Edit: if this can get to 1500 then I’ll do nothing but ruins for a whole week, minimum 5 a day

[blackberries-and-thorns]

I get off to the most fucked up things.

You are a fucked up thing.