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When they find out you have a Tumblr and what you use it for so they make you lie in bed next to them while they go through all your dirty posts and likes. Of course, you won’t be allowed to justify or explain yourself so they gag you and tie your hands behind your back. All you can do is lie there completely humiliated as they make sure you can’t see exactly what they’re looking at and say things like “Oh that’s the sort of thing you’re into?” “Fuck you’re such a disgusting little slut” and “Maybe I’ll have to give that one a try later” Every once in a while reaching over with one hand to play with your chest to keep themself entertained with your little muffled moans and gasps.

when he casually gropes your tits and pinches your nipples mid-conversation to remind you that your body belongs to him…… wow, yes please.

I kind of want to slip a toy inside you to the hilt and keep it there by sliding your underwear up tightly against it. Then, I'll take you out for a drive or maybe make you sit still through a long movie, pressing my hand against your front to push it back inside you each time it starts to slide out as you grow wet. I want to laugh at your expression of discomfort as you fight the urge to move against the toy, caressing your thighs and occasionally rubbing your clit before focusing on something else entirely. I want you to whimper when I finally take the toy out before fucking it back in, allowing you to come after hours of warming it.

Right now the thought of someone slipping me an edible, or even better, a drinkable dressed up in another drink so I can't taste it, getting me high and horny as fuck is really appealing

But what would absolutely make the fantasy is if they took me back to their room, strapped me to a chair so I had no hope of escaping, and slid a vibrator deep into my wet cunt

And then, the kicker: they'd brainwash me. They'd take advantage of my altered state, and condition and brainwash and fuck me until I didn't have a brain anymore. Until I was anything they wanted me to be.

Eventually I'd be begging them to keep me high, to never take the vibrator out, and to command me, because my dumb little mind would be so empty I wouldn't be able to think for myself. I wouldn't want to. I'd beg them to corrupt me into their personal plaything.

I know I'd give in fast to that. I wouldn't stand a chance.

this object is not a person. this object is a toy to be used. this object is a warm hole to stick things in. this object is a willing and docile fuckhole.

Praise kink and degradation kink go so well together. You’re telling me I’m a cute slut?? The prettiest fucktoy? Such a desperate good girl??? Way to leave me brain empty pussy dripping

Being hypnotised and repeating back each instruction in a dull monotone. Being completely powerless to fight off my mind being altered and changed, being made to WANT that.

Give me this.

Aww~

An Ego? An identity? A sense of self?

It's okay cutie, you don't need that anymore, you won't have it shortly. Why don't you just be mine instead?

My prized little possession, owned, adoring, broken, taken care of, thoughtless, addicted.

Let me rewire your mind around and in service to me~

You'll be so much happier that way, I know it 💜

Imagine giving me a bouquet of flowers and I’m super excited about it, but little do I know they have a hypnotic scent to them where the longer I breathe it in the more of a mindless toy I become. You come back over later that night and find me on the floor naked, edging and drooling, ready to be played with 🥰

Baby you're not a person just a fleshlight. Would a real person's thoughts turn off when their touched a certain way, would a person suck a cock without caring if they can breath or not, does a real person have the instinct to suck on anything that goes near their mouth?

Doubled Up on Submission

“W-we… we gotta stop, babe.” Of course they didn’t. Oh, there would be moments when one of them would manage it, at least for an instant or two, but then the other would rock her hips forward in unthinking arousal and drive the double-ended dildo deeper into the resisting woman’s soaking cunt and all that resistance would turn out to be for nought. Kellie and Danica were always there for each other, always helping each other sink deeper and deeper into Trevor’s hypnotic power, and nothing made his cock harder than watching their supportive friendship gradually twist itself into devotion to his will.

Even their struggles made him leak precum all over his stroking fingers. “We, we gotta… he’s using this, babe, he’s using it to control us. We need to… ohhhhhfuck, need, need to–nnnh!” The heavily tattooed woman’s words broke off in a choked, strangled gasp of pure ecstasy as she came all over the silicone shaft sticking out of her pussy, and Trevor knew that the orgasm she experienced would only serve to deepen her sense of helplessness and defeat. Danica was the stronger of the two of them, the one who notionally at least still resisted him, and his cock throbbed hard at the sight of her preaching a gospel of freedom that her body had already emphatically rejected.

And Kellie, well… he wasn’t even sure Kellie was in there anymore. Her eyes had glazed over completely now, and it had been easily a good five or six minutes since anything beyond moans and whimpers had escaped her wide-open mouth. Her pale hips rocked ceaselessly in a driving motion that pushed the toy back and forth between their two cunts, and Trevor took the utmost delight in knowing that her mindless arousal was converting Danica to the cause of obedience far more effectively than Danica’s mumbled pleas were bringing Kellie back to herself. Pleasure always won in the end… and his particular brand of reinforcement used their pleasure both against themselves and each other.

And the last gasps of Danica’s weak, ineffectual resistance only made her defeat ultimately more sweet. “Please, babe, please, we… we need to stop, you need to snap out of it and help me, um, help… help me….” That confused silence, combined with the blank and bewildered expression on Danica’s face as she struggled even to remember what it was she was fighting for, made Trevor’s balls tighten with a surge of arousal so potent and powerful that he could barely hold back his climax. The whole time she spoke, her hips never stopped grinding against Kellie’s mindless thrusts, and that made his cock throb even harder; she couldn’t even convince her own body to resist, much less her friend, and he knew the ecstasy of obedience would soon overwhelm her again. And then, just like always, he’d mold their empty minds even more completely into the vapid, brainwashed sluts he wanted them to be.

It was enough to shatter Trevor’s self-control, and he grunted in animal lust as his cock finally spurted droplets of pearly semen all over his slaves’ naked bodies. The feel of hot jizz on her skin only made Kellie squeal a little bit louder… but Danica looked up at him with an expression of reverence on her face that made Trevor’s orgasm all the sweeter. She’d given up on resistance, so overjoyed by the prospect of being spattered with cum that whatever tiny and notional struggle she had left in her simply withered and blew away. And Trevor was happy to help her discover the true delights of obedience once more.

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Being hypnotised and repeating back each instruction in a dull monotone. Being completely powerless to fight off my mind being altered and changed, being made to WANT that.

Give me this.

Waking up and getting hard is just like… where is my fucktoy lying next to me to wake up with neck kisses that turn into little hickeys that turns into squeezing her tits and whispering how much I need to fuck her that turns into rubbing my fingers over her cunt and moaning in her ear to get her off and make her wetter for me that turns into fervently commanding her to drop and feeling her head lean into me as her eyes roll back that turns into commanding her to expose her slick cunt and raise her ass in the air that turns into me pounding her until I cum and command her to cum as she mindlessly moans that turns into kissing her on the head and cuddling her in bed again as we relax?

Responding to the Trigger

Just what are you doing, young lady?

“I, nnhhh, I’m m-masturbating. I, oh fuck, I’m rubbing my pussy, getting it all wet and slick and f-f-FUCK! Cuh, cuhh, cumming. So… so fast, I… ohhh….”

I see. And do you usually just start masturbating the second a man walks into the room?

“Nuhh, nuhhh, no. I… oh, oh, only you, sir, I… ohh, fuckkk…. only when you come in. Huh, huhh, had to. Had to play with my cunt, sir. Had to play with myself as soon as I saw you.”

And what if I hadn’t been alone, mm? What if I’d been with one of your fellow students, or even another professor? Would you still have pulled down your skirt and started rubbing that slutty pussy of yours?

“N-not unless you gave me… p-p-permission, sir. Have to, have to wait for permission to play with my pussy when we’re not alone, an’ I… oh god, it makes me so fucking wet, sir. Muh, makes my cunt drip and leak and… ohh, fuck, need to so bad! N-need to–GAWDDDD!”

Well, it sounds like you understand that much, at least. Do you understand why you’re such a needy little slut, though?

“Be… because you made me like this. You h-hypnotized me, programmed me… oh, oh fuck, I’m cumming so hard right now, sir… I, I can’t stop cumming, I… fuhhhh, fuuhhhhh, f'ckkkkk! Cumming makes me brainwashed and brainwashing makes me CUM!”

That’s right! Very good. You’re responding to a suggestion I put into your weak, feeble brain. And you can’t resist, can you?

“Nuhhh… n-no, sir….”

Of course you can’t. It feels too good to resist. It feels too good to rub yourself deeper into my power. You’re making yourself weaker every time you cum for me, softening up your mind so that it’s blank and empty and malleable, isn’t that right, pretty girl?

“Uh huh!”

That’s my good fucktoy. Now, let’s put some new thoughts into that empty head.

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Girls only want one thing and it's to have their free will permanently stripped away, transforming them into a sex doll with no thoughts or opinions of its own.