A pretty good girl

30's, she/they, 18+ only, subby switch

[vixen-polly]

Pleasure.exe successfully installed.

[aprettygoodgirl]

being dumb im so stupid and high i need this i need to be like this im better this way

[sm19951995]

[hushnowlittlethree]

Makeup guide for cunts

[mastersdumbwhore]

good girls make more good girls

[desireddracula]

I think im gonna always reblog this

[cuckqueanwatcher]

One time my ex boyfriend made me drive to “his friends house” to pick up something. He was in there forever while I waited in the car. He took his precious time and I was so mad. I realized later after looking through messages I took him to his cuckcakes house. He fucked her while I waited outside. She thought it was hilarious. It makes me so wet to think about me waiting in the car while he got his fill of another woman.

[misted-oblivion]

i need to straddle him and give him the softest sweetest look he's ever seen as i ask if he wants me to go down on him, all so i can watch his brain cease functioning in real time and feel him get hard underneath me a second later

[submissy-stoned]

Wake and bake, but they wake me up with a gummy. "Here, just eat this quick then you can go back to sleep." I see the clock briefly, five forty-something. I'm asleep again before six.

It's seven thirty-something when they come back. They roll me onto my back, making sure my legs are open. "Yeah, just go back to sleep, it's fine."

[nomorepleasejustno]

Oops I smoked the weed that makes me stupid fucking horny (that's all weed, I've pavloved myself into getting horny when I'm high)

[blushforher]

your hand around my throat while you slip your fingers inside my needy pussy

“listen very carefully angel. i’m not going to repeat myself. look into my eyes. there you go. hi baby! you can only breathe while you’re making eye contact with me, okay?”

i try my best not to get shy and close my eyes but when you finally let me cum my eyes roll back. your hand immediately tightens around my throat. that just makes me cum even harder. makes your hand even messier. the first breath after would be so euphoric ugh >⩊<

[stillvathek]

Whoops.

You're thinking about cock. Again.

Silly.

You were doing so well, too. Concentrating on whatever it was you were doing before. Probably something important. Maybe? Not sure now.

Because you're thinking about cock.

What could you do with a cock right this second? Or, better, what could a cock do with you? How useful could you be for cock? That's what you're thinking about.

Again.

You could be on your knees. It's always safer down there. Use your hands, your mouth. Both? Lots of cocks. Yes, lots. Maybe there'd be a queue. A queue would mean you were being good, being useful.

You'd want a queue.

Bent over? Maybe there's a desk or something nearby. Kitchen counter? Perfect height. Pushed forward, held down. A hand on the back of your neck, the other on your hip as you push back. Perfect, yes. So many things you could be bent over. You notice them a lot.

Or, you will now.

Legs apart and on your back would also work. Legs pushed wide and held there. Good for him, good for you. Good thing you're flexible, hmm? And that way he'd get to see your cute face everytime he bottomed out. Yes, that's a good one. And he'd also get to see the look in your eyes when he came and emptied his balls into your needy little cunt.

It'd leak out, after. Unless he plugged you up and kept it in. Wouldn't be up to you. You're just there to be useful and to be used, and there are so many ways a cock could use you.

And now you're thinking about them again.

Silly. Needy. Dumb.

Weren't you meant to be doing something else?

Oh well.

Probably didn't matter.

[sickly-sad1st]

What's that, sweetheart?

You're babbling.

Babbling and drooling.

Oh, I see, you want to cum?!?!

Haha! No. No, I don't think so.

Why would I stop edging your desperate, throbbing clit, when you're becoming so well-behaved, recently?

You're becoming so beautifully brain-damaged, of late, we really need to ensure that's permanent, don't we?

It would be such a shame if you started thinking you're anything more than a desperate fuck-animal, wouldn't it?

Don't worry, a couple more weeks of barely sleeping and constant stimulation, and you'll be unable to revert to being a normal, functioning human being, anyway, you'll be too far gone.

When we're done here, you'll be unable to cum, but always chasing the satisfaction and joy of an orgasm that you'll never feel, ever again.

Like a donkey pulling a cart, that's led by a dangling carrot he'll never reach, turning you into a service animal that feels the need to serve, deep down in your cunt and your soul, just seems like the kindest thing to do, at this stage.

Keep going, though.

Keep begging for the disgusting acts, that you thought would never cross your lips.

Keep hoping that the next act will be so disgusting that it will bring you the catharsis that's been absent from your holes for months, now.

Nothing will give you that release, though.

Nothing will stop you from becoming a human juice-box of lube, as you drool in delirium at the promise of the next depravity to visit your brain-damage.

It all just serves to push you, one iota at a time, to the very brink of bliss, and then cement you in place, so you can never, ever go over the edge, again.

Stuck in place.

About to cum.

Unable to cum.

Forever.

[pinkofatom]

Laura's moment of clarity

CW: bimbofication, brainwashing, corruption, pornification, implied body modification, personality erasure,

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Laura blinked slowly, lashes heavy, as if each flutter took effort to remember how. A thin slice of clarity slipped through her mind, unexpected and fragile. For a moment she simply stood there, swaying slightly on her heels. Her delicate fingers rose of their own accord. Pink layered nails traced the smooth curve of the snug pink headphones cupping her ears. They were warm. Familiar.

The whispers were gone.

So was the voice that usually smoothed everything flat, erasing edges and questions alike. The silence felt strange, almost loud. Laura tilted her head, studying her reflection in the mirror with unfocused interest. The face looking back at her was impossibly polished: glossy lips pushed into a permanent pout, blush enhanced her cheeks, eyes like a doll's. It took her an uncomfortably long time to realize why the silence persisted.

They had run dry.

The thought drifted through her mind like it was swimming through pink honey. She tried to hold onto it, but it slipped away almost immediately. A giggle bubbled up instead, light and airy, surprising her even as it escaped her lips.

Laura laughed again, softer this time, because giggling felt right. It felt natural. She didn't quite remember why, but that didn't matter.

The world was pink and soft, just like her headphones, and everything was beautiful.

Laura's eyes traveled downwards, tracing the lines of the tight pink corset she was wearing. The fabric clung to her curves like a lover. Her gaze lingered on the swell of her breasts. They looked far too big. Bigger than they'd ever been. Bigger than they should have been.

Giggles dissolved the silly observation. Laura watched her breasts rise and fall as she caught her breath, the pink lace of the corset straining against its burden. They looked so fake. Like they belonged in a porn movie or something.

She giggled again. Porn. That sounded like fun. Her hands lifted to cup the generous curves of her chest. They felt so fake, full of plastic. Laura couldn't remember how that was possible. But a giggling part of her foggy mind did.

Laura let go of her breasts. The silence started to feel wrong. She needed her headphones on. It was important to listen to them. To follow instructions.

Laura blinked, confused. That sounded wrong too. Laura didn't need instructions, did she? Laura tried to remember, but there were no thoughts to grab. Just sparkling giggles. They made her brain feel fuzzy. So she pushed the odd feeling aside.

She stepped away from the mirror. Her pink heels clicked on the floor as she moved, perfectly shaped ass swaying in her impossibly tight skirt. It felt good. She was made to show off. Just a silly porn puppet.

That made her laugh. The thought felt surreal. But her body felt surreal too.

She walked through the room in a slow, exaggeratedly sensual pace. Blinking lights in every corner of the room showed that Laura was being filmed. The camera lenses were dark, like hungry eyes drinking her up.

Laura felt the familiar thrill run through her spine at the thought of people watching. Dimly she knew, this should be strange too. She never liked to be watched. But the thought didn't linger. Like all the others, it dissolved in giggles. There were no doubts. No thoughts.

She was empty. Hollow. Just like a doll.

But not really. She giggled at that thought too.

She was full. Stuffed. Full of silicone. Like a puppet.

Laura shivered as a blissful wave of pleasure washed over her. Her body tingled with arousal. Every nerve was singing with delight.

A soft moan slipped from her glossy lips, the sound barely audible. It felt wrong. Laura was made for attention. She had to be louder. More vocal. She needed people to know just how much she enjoyed being on display. Yet the lack of voices demanded to be silenced. Laura needed to listen to her headphones again.

But she didn't move. A part of her that had been smothered by the pink haze pleaded her to stop. It whispered of a life she couldn't recall. It told a story of a boring woman that hadn't been filled with plastic. It told a story of a smart, shy girl who had been tricked by her headphones and the voices that spoke through them.

Another shiver raced through Laura. This one didn't leave a blissful sensation. It was cold and anxious. And yet it felt more real than anything else about herself. Her skin crawled as she remembered the truth of how she'd become what she was now. The pink cloud in her mind trembled, threatening to tear open.

A strange memory slipped through. A vision of her old self. Of Laura as a serious looking student with long black hair, her figure hidden under loose, drab clothes. She looked completely plain.

Laura felt a wave of disgust at the vision. That wasn't right. It didn't feel right.

The image shifted. In its place stood a woman that was the polar opposite. A perfect, sexy blonde with an impossibly tight and sexy body that begged for attention.

That was real.

That was true.

Laura shook her head, blinking rapidly. She needed the headphones back. These conflicting thoughts made her uncomfortable. The whispers were so soothing. Everything would be easier when they told her what to do. How she hadn't to think at all.

Her body moved without conscious thought, striding towards her dressing table. Her reflection shimmered in the glass, but it wasn't quite the same as before. She still looked perfect. Impossibly beautiful.

But her eyes seemed wrong. As if they were too aware.

She blinked, trying to dispell the strange clarity from them. Her pink tongue flicked out, wetting her lips, making them shine in the soft light. She reached out and grabbed a new set of headphones, her hands shaking ever so slightly. The voices were the most important thing to her. They were the center of her universe.

She needed to put the new headphones on and get rid of these confusing, uncomfortable thoughts.

The part of her that still wanted to stop, the one that whispered about a different life and different goals, cried out, a last desperate attempt to keep her from losing herself again. But it was so faint. Too faint.

She had become a true porn puppet.

Laura was nothing more than a mask now. The fuckdoll was her true identity. The porn puppet had to be real.

The part that wanted to resist screamed one last time. A last attempt to remind herself that she was a person with a will of her own. But it was drowned out in the storm of giggling pleasure. She needed the whispers. Needed their soothing presence.

The headphones were on her head and in her ears. Her eyes glazed over and the voice returned. Laura's world went back to being pink. Everything became fuzzy.

A simple trigger she couldn't remember put Laura into a pink box. Another rewarded porn puppet with the familiar pink cotton candy mind.

The voice began its litany. It told her how perfect she was. How much of an empty, hollow, obedient doll she had become.

She moaned as her mind filled with honey. This one was loud, echoing without any restraint through the room.

Porn puppet posed for the cameras. She had a function to fulfill.

[celestialmenace]

Ahhhh being high while someone has their way is such a blissful experience. Im so high my body goes slack. My legs feel so heavy, so they have no problem keeping them open. Bonus points if its pitch black in the room. Cause then I can feel every kiss, every caress, every single thing! And I dont know what they're gonna do next! And im helpless cause my dumbass took too much weed.

So you should totally give me an edible and wash it down with my favorite wine-

[80slesbiab]

Kate McKinnon getting her hair pulled by THE pornstar Nina Hartley

[oldbootbutch]

corruption not as in turning you into something you're not, but rather. corruption as in unlocking the person you secretly already are. corruption as in making you admit the things you feel embarrassed or guilty for wanting. corruption as in being the first person to give you those things, and being the person you will remember every time you let yourself want them from now on.

[floaty-little-bubble]

Go get that wine and show us your drunken state. I want you to say out loud “I’m hotter when I’m wasted”

Heres me rn

Waaaait did I say the wrong thing???

[think-i-have-a-kink]

At first you think, no problem. You wear big t shirts, loose sweatshirts, and baggy jeans with a loose waist band. But eventually your bump starts to show through even a thick sweater, and your pants dont want to fit around your widening waist and hips. You know you can't hide your growing belly anymore when you get asked for the first time- "when are you due?" You can't hide what you did any longer. Your visibly pregnant belly tells everyone everything they need to know. You opened your legs for a cock and let someone claim you, and let them fill your tummy with their cum. They'll know you're a desperate slut, and your cute little belly only proves it.

[goodishgirlx]

i love the idea of being openly drugged. like imagine you're hanging out in the kitchen, yapping about god knows what to him. he's making you something to drink, and then he takes something out of his pocket, and right in front of you, with full eye contact, drops it in.

you ask him what it is and he shrugs. "i just want you to be good for me."

not because you'd fight back, not because you need to be tricked and forced to do what he says, just because he likes you best when you're hazy and compliant and your eyes are rolling back in your head. and you want to be everything he wants.