inside thought but i wanna be someone’s doll/maid/trophy wife fr. keep me naked at home, dress me up for when we go out. show me off. make me the object of all your desires. tell me how i’m supposed to act, what im not allowed to say, what and when im allowed to eat, if im allowed to talk to certain people, how you want me to please you, how you want me to be when you fuck me, all of it. make me your toy. show me off and let people play with me if you’re feeling like sharing. do things that make me tick in public, just to see if i’ll be a good doll. i wanna submit and forget how to think for myself. make me get my hair/nails done when you want. tell me to clean your house and put me in a slutty maid costume with nothing else on and fuck me in every room when i do a good job in them. i wanna be made to cum when i don’t get immediately wet. punish me for the bad things i do and make me a cum drunk slut obsessed with u.
CW: corruption, brainwashing, mind control, femsub, maledom, slight humiliation, breast expansion, body modification,
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Clair couldn't stop smiling.
The expression stretched across her face with effortless ease as she stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, hands smoothing slowly along the curves of her outfit. Soft pink swirls drifted lazily behind her blue eyes, faint reflections twisting in her pupils whenever the light caught them just right.
She looked perfect.
Exactly as ordered.
The corset hugged her waist tightly enough to force her posture into a graceful arch, while the black-and-pink miniskirt barely covered the underline of her butt. Towering heels added several inches to her height and forced every movement into a slow, swaying rhythm she once would have found impossible to walk in. Now they felt natural, necessary really.
Clair tilted her head slightly, admiring the effect.
A warm pulse of bliss spread through her chest.
Good girls obeyed. And she had obeyed beautifully. The thought made her shiver happily.
Ever since the card game, things had become so much simpler.
At first she had thought Tom was joking when he explained the rules. The loser followed the winner's instructions.
Clair had rolled her eyes at the time.
Then she had lost.
The memory drifted through her mind in soft fragments now, Tom's calm smile across the table, the strange deck of glossy pink-backed cards, the warm dizziness that spread through her thoughts after the final hand.
And then the first command.
'Sit.'
She had obeyed before realizing she meant to resist.
After that, each order became easier.
Not because she wanted to listen.
At least, that was what she used to tell herself.
But somewhere along the way resistance had started feeling exhausting while obedience filled her with a warm, floating satisfaction she couldn’t describe without blushing.
'A loser did as she was told.'
The rule echoed softly through her head.
Clair's smile widened faintly as she adjusted one of her gloves.
She remembered fighting harder in the beginning. Trying to argue. Trying to refuse. Every failed attempt only left her flushed, dizzy, and strangely eager to apologize afterward.
Tom had seemed amused by that.
"You look happier when you stop struggling," he had told her once.
The terrifying part was that he had been right.
Clair turned slowly before the mirror, heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. The movement sent another pleasant wave through her body, the corset tightening gently around her ribs as if rewarding her for presenting herself properly.
Her reflection looked different these days. Soft and more tantalizing, no allusions to dominance or independence existed in her presentation.
The old Clair would have been humiliated by the outfit alone. Now the thought of disappointing Tom felt far worse than embarrassment ever could.
A quiet chime suddenly came from her phone resting on the vanity.
Clair's pulse quickened instantly. She already knew who it was. The screen lit up with a single message.
'Good. Now come downstairs.'
A thrill rolled through her so intensely her knees nearly weakened.
Clair bit her lip softly, pink spirals flickering deeper in her eyes.
"Yes, Tom," she whispered automatically.
Then she started towards the stairs.
The house lay quiet and dim around her as she walked slowly down the hallway, heels tapping in a hypnotically steady beat on the polished hardwood floor. Her thoughts remained focused on one thing. Him.
The air felt heavy somehow, charged with a static energy she could sense beneath her skin.
By the time Clair reached the bottom step she could see Tom sitting on the couch waiting for her. His presence sent a shiver through her body.
He sat there. His slight belly bump and his pants bulge were prominent. He was casually watching her as she moved down the steps. The swirling patterns in her eyes caught his attention, causing his own to glimmer with satisfaction.
"Very nice," Tom said softly.
The praise made warmth spread through her cheeks.
"Thank you," she murmured, standing obediently at the edge of the living room. "You wanted to see me, Tom?"
Her owner nodded calmly, a faintly smug expression on his face.
Clair tried to keep her pulse from racing, but she knew her efforts were futile.
Tom's presence made her feel nervous and eager at once.
"Yes," he replied slowly, gesturing for her to come closer with a single lazy motion. "You're such a good girl these days. I think you deserve a reward."
The word sent a shudder through Clair's entire body. She stepped closer hesitantly, hands clasped before her, the soft fabric of her gloves sliding over each other with a tantalizing whisper of texture. Her heart pounded in her chest.
'Horny and compliant. Not at all defiant.' That thought floated in her head as if Tom had put it there himself. And he probably did. After all, it was the truth.
Tom smiled, patting his lap invitingly. The movement drew Clair's gaze involuntarily towards his crotch.
"Sit," he said, tone casual, as if he hadn't just commanded her to do something that made warmth spread through her chest.
Clair felt the spirals in her eyes flickering, and she obeyed.
Her skirt slid up along her thighs as she moved to straddle him, the movement so instinctual it felt natural.
Tom smiled, resting his hands lightly on her waist, pulling her closer against his chest. The touch made Clair shiver, and her hips instinctively rolled against him. The movement was slow and tantalizing, her skirt sliding up even higher.
Tom's smile widened as he watched her squirm, his grip on her hips tightening slightly, holding her in place. His hands felt warm, firm, and comforting through the thin material of her dress. Clair bit her lip softly, her breathing growing shallow and fast.
"That's my loser," Tom whispered in her ear. His breath sent a shiver down her spine, making her gasp quietly. The sensation of his hands sliding slowly up her thighs sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her body.
She couldn't help the small, desperate noise she made at his touch. Tom's chuckle was low and satisfied. He enjoyed watching her writhe, feeling the way she reacted to his touch.
Clair felt her skin flush with heat, her breathing quickening as he teased her gently, running his fingers lightly along the inside of her thigh. She felt exposed and vulnerable.
"What is a loser always thinking," Tom whispered, his voice a gentle hum against her skin.
The spirals in her eyes swam more prominently.
"Horny and compliant. Not at all defiant," she whispered breathlessly, squirming against him, feeling the fabric of his pants brushing against the sensitive skin between her thighs.
Tom chuckled quietly.
"That's right," he said, shifting beneath her so she could feel the bulge of his erection pressing up between her legs.
Clair let out a small whimper at the contact, her hips rolling forward instinctively, seeking more of the delicious pressure.
Tom's hands moved to grasp her hips firmly, stilling her movements for a moment. His voice was low and teasing as he spoke. "And you love losing, don't you loser?"
Clair nodded, biting her lip softly, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she leaned into his touch.
Tom chuckled again, his hands sliding up under her skirt to rest on the curves of her ass.
Clair let out a shuddering breath, the spirals in her eyes growing darker and more pronounced. She felt a wave of desire wash over her, leaving her breathless and eager for his touch.
"So if I told you we'd play a game, where the first one to cum loses and becomes even more of a slave to the winner, what would you say?"
Clair bit her lip softly, the spirals in her eyes growing deeper, more pronounced. She felt her cheeks flush with heat, and her pulse raced at the thought. "I would say that's a fun game," she whispered, leaning forward slightly, her breasts pressing against Tom's chest as she moved to kiss him softly.
Tom returned the kiss, deepening it, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her shiver with desire. His hands moved to cup her ass firmly, squeezing gently, drawing a small moan from her lips. She felt his cock twitch beneath her, and she couldn't help but grind down against him, desperate for more contact.
"Good," he breathed against her mouth. "Then let's play a simple game, Clair. I tease you and play with you, while you grind and moan. The first one to cum loses. Cumming is when your pussy squirts and you orgasm. I can't cum of course. Even if I blow a load all over you. It's me ejaculating. Only losers cum," he teased, smiling smugly as he rolled his hips upward, pressing against her.
The fabric of his pants rubbed tantalizingly against her pussy, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Clair let out a small moan, feeling her arousal grow, the warmth between her legs spreading as she ground against him.
She wanted him. Needed him. The thought of losing to him again, becoming his slave even more than she was now, filled her with ecstasy.
Tom's fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass as he guided her movements, his other hand slipping beneath her dress to caress her breast, rolling a hardening nipple between his thumb and finger. The touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
"You want me," Tom whispered in her ear. His hot breath against her skin sent shivers down her spine. "Admit it. Admit you want me to make you cum. You want me to make you mine even more. Say it, and I might give it to you. Tell me how badly you want me."
Clair let out a shaky moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the sensations of his touch. "I want you," she breathed, her voice barely more than a whimper.
"You want me, what?"
"I want you to make me cum. To own me. I want you."
Tom grinned, pulling her down onto him harder, grinding his erection against her clit through the fabric of her panties. "Say 'I'm a loser. A cum slut. A dirty whore who just loves to cum, loves to lose to Tom.'"
Clair's face burned with embarrassment and desire. Her pussy clenched and throbbed as the words tumbled from her lips, unbidden, the spiral in her eyes swirling darkly. "I'm a loser," she panted. "A cum slut. A dirty whore who just loves to cum, who loves to lose to Tom."
"Such a good loser," Tom cooed, his hand slipping beneath her panties to rub at her clit.
Clair moaned, bucking her hips against his touch. Her pussy clenched as he worked her clit expertly, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Are you going to cum for me?" Tom whispered in her ear.
She nodded, unable to form words, her eyes closed tight in pleasure.
Tom chuckled, rubbing faster and harder, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She was close, so close.
But then he stopped, pulling away and leaving her panting and desperate on the edge of her climax.
"Go on. Jump over the edge loser," Tom whispered, smirking as he watched her writhe on top of him, her body still trembling with unfulfilled need. "Cum. You can do that yourself. Just a bit of friction, and your pussy will squirt for your master."
She whined softly, grinding down against him, trying to get enough stimulation to push herself over the edge.
Tom laughed again. His hand came up to grip her chin firmly, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
Clair's gaze met his and the spirals in her eyes swam lazily.
"You want me," Tom whispered seductively, "don't you, my loser?"
Her cheeks flushed pink, and she nodded, her hips still grinding desperately against him. She wanted him, needed him to make her cum, needed him to own her completely, needed to be his loser once again.
Tom leaned in, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss. He slipped his tongue past her parted lips and she moaned into his mouth, grinding against him more desperately than ever.
Finally, finally, the pressure building in her core exploded and she came hard, squirting all over his pants. Her eyes opened as the pink swirls consumed them. She panted and gasped as pleasure wracked her body, her pussy clenching around nothing as she came harder than she'd ever cum before.
Tom laughed as she shuddered through the aftershocks of her orgasm. He held her close until she stopped shaking, then he gently pushed her away so he could look at her face again. His pants were drenched in her juices and he was grinning widely at her dazed expression.
"That's my loser. And now I don't just own your obedience. But also your body. And Clair, I like you, really, but that body needs to be more sexy."
Clair's head was spinning. Her mind was hazy and clouded with pleasure, and she could barely focus on Tom's words.
He smiled, his gaze roaming over her body appreciatively as if seeing it for the first time. "I want something more curvaceous. Big boobs, wide hips, bubble butt. I'll make it easy for you." His eyes locked with hers and the pink spirals swirling behind them glowed brighter.
She felt the weight on her chest grow. She moaned and gasped, the sudden sensation of heaviness and pressure making her dizzy and light headed. Tom laughed softly, and he reached up to cup one of her growing tits. He squeezed it experimentally, and she let out a loud moan as it swelled even larger.
She panted, and her hips and butt began to swell and expand. It was a slow, almost hypnotic process, and she found herself moaning and panting, her voice growing softer and softer, more sensual and submissive. Her eyes were half lidded and her lips were parted as she stared at him in a daze.
"That's more like it. Next your voice and vocabulary. I want you to sound like a hot MILF," Tom said.
Clair nodded obediently. She felt a strange tingle in her throat and she swallowed. She could feel her vocal chords changing and rearranging themselves.
When she opened her mouth to speak, her voice had changed to a seductive, mature sound.
"Yes," Clair breathed out. "Yes, dear. Thank you for changing my voice." She looked down at her boobs and her hips and ass and licked her lips. "And changing my body. Now I'm more of a MILF. I love you." She looked at Tom and smiled happily.
Tom grinned and reached over to pull Clair close. He leaned in and kissed her deeply. Clair sighed softly into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed. They stayed that way for a while until Tom broke away.
"Good loser," Tom whispered in Clair's ear. "Now, get back up, into your room. You will find a different outfit there. Put it on and wait until I call you for another game." He winked and slapped Clair on the butt. She squeaked and jumped.
Clair's pussy throbbed and ached with desire as she got to her feet, and she shuddered with pleasure as her clit brushed against her panties as she stood. She couldn't wait to lose more.
Letting them cock warm you to satisfy their oral fixation. Needy little sub that sucks on your cock while you game, watch movies, drive, and read books. Petting their head while the desperate thing bobs their head up and down on your length.
So, like, I was under my girlfriend's desk, sucking her off and eating her out and all that, yknow. And since I love love love love sucking dick I was just sitting there and being used by her to jerk off, like the good toy i am
and at some point i decided to be a tiny, tiny bit bratty and i spoke back something, dont remember what even at this point, but she replied "shhhh, don't talk, toys don't talk" and i just instantly shut my mouth and got back into sucking. but then, a single, stray, and very logical thought entered my mind "if toys dont talk... then toys shouldnt think either"
and poof. i stopped thinking. like completely. 100%. for a... while. all i was doing was sucking and licking and sucking and licking, sometimes cockwarming, then sucking, slurping, choking and licking. it was literally my life purpose, the only thing that mattered. i kinda shook it off, a little, but when im typing this a while after my brain is still suuuuuper fuzzy and i dont see why i should be used for anything than sucking and licking. its what toys are for.
CW: brainwashing, corruption, Bambi, triggers for u know, bimbofication
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Carly woke to a low, droning hum that seemed to vibrate somewhere behind her thoughts rather than in the room around her. For a moment, she stayed still, eyes closed, trying to place it.
Carly shivered lightly and curled further into her blankets, seeking warmth more out of instinct than thought. The familiar softness of her bed grounded her, the fabric brushing gently against her skin as she shifted.
Something brushed back.
Her brow furrowed faintly as a plush sensation registered. The pressure around her ears tightened slightly as she moved, as if whatever it was had adjusted with her.
Slowly, she lifted a hand.
Her fingers met something smooth and padded.
Her pink, fluffy Headphones.
Carly's eyes opened.
"What?"
Her voice came out softer than she expected, still thick with sleep. She pushed herself up just enough For the blanket to slip beneath her breasts. Hard nipples poked through a tight pink bra.
"I don’t remember," she began.
But before the thought could really register in her hazy mind; it slipped into nothingness. And her cunt throbbed.
Moaning she enjoyed how wonderful forgetting felt. Words she couldn't remember hearing, constantly filtered through her mind. Triggers she had so deliciously forgotten bounced through the synapses in her brain and hit their targets, releasing more and more bliss.
Carly smiled as her pussy throbbed and grew v and hotter. Her eyes rolled back and fluttered in her head.
"Bambi Sleep."
She fell back, eyes shut and limbs numb. Her conscious faded as she felt pink strings tighten around her body. They dragged Carly into a pink box.
"Bambi sleep, goodnight~"
She giggled, feeling the warm, tight, pink coffin close around her. She felt so good and safe, as the vibrations continued. They moved her brain to her clit and her clit to her brain.
Bambi fell deeper.
"Zap Cock Drain Obey," filtered through the torrent that drowned Carly's mind in Bambi.
The vibrations continued as Bambi's mind was fucked into fun bimbo doll shape. Her thoughts, ideas and memories all dissolved with each thrust. It felt so wonderful to be nothing more than a brainwashed airhead.
Her body tingled as her pussy grew wet and needy, leaking down her inner thighs and into her underwear.
Bambi didn't need anything else. Her cunt felt so amazing and her brain was melting into pure pleasure.
"Good girl."
The vibrations intensified, and her eyes rolled into her skull. The hum grew into an insistent thumping beat, pounding through her mind and shaking her thoughts. It felt so good.
She moaned as her clit throbbed, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her. She shivered and twitched, writhing against the plush confines around her. She needed something inside, filling her, fucking her, breaking her.
She was so wet and horny. The heat radiating from her core made the rest of her feel like ice. Her hands gripped at the soft padding on either side of her, and her hips jerked up to meet nothing. She was panting and moaning. She was desperate, but she couldn’t move enough to satisfy herself.
The beat grew louder. Her pussy ached. Her nipples strained against the fabric. She arched her back, desperate to get her hand down between her legs.
But Bambi was a good girl. So she dropped even deeper as the mental cock pounded harder and harder into her slutty little bimbo brain.
bambi is a good girl Bambi likes listening to files good girls make more good girls Bambi should listen to her files Bambi should share her files good girls should listen to Bambi Q&A by bellmar good girls make more good girls
