Nothing to see here, only a shy boy dreaming of being put on display...
I'm [blank], a 26 year old cis male. I'm an asexual yet kinky sub, mostly in it for the thrill of mindlessly obeying your embarrassing commands.
As an (un)usually modest and guarded individual, my most secret desire is to be broken down and forced to follow exposing tasks I'd never dare doing otherwise. My dream is to shamelessly show everyone those naughty parts of myself that I've always had to keep hidden...
...and I'd appreciate your help. ><
Kinks and limits below the cut!
blank - vacant eyes, empty mind (& everyone knows)
✅ Likes:
cnc (resistance, free-use, forced orgasms)
hypnosis (brainwashing, mindlessness, drooling)
puppeteering (entertainment, mantras, posing)
clothes (underwear [like a lot >///<], body marking)
exhibitionism (cameras, public exposure, confessions)
humiliation (be freed from shame, blushing)
corruption (be forced to embrace sexual desires)
degradation/objectification (be made into body parts)
praise (light age play, babying)
bondage (be tied up on display, manhandling)
somno, intox, blackmail, whump etc [anything that makes me helpless or forces me to submit]
⚠️ Dislikes:
sexual touch (doesn't do much on its own, touching me is nice though)
begging/worship (goes against my need to resist)
edging/chastity (getting off is nicer [& I finish quickly])
butt stuff (front is nicer)
❌ Limits:
sex (no oral/penetration of any kind)
sending pictures (in the beginning! love to send as trust is established, but certainly no nudes/facials)
feminisation (prefer to be dolled up in boy clothes)
bimbofication
abdl
findom
I'm not stingy! Love to be taken advantage of by anyone and everyone when I least expect it (needless to say so long as it's consensual, that's why it's called cnc)! I'm pretty much always subby, so please surprise me with a command to turn me into a good boy...
I'm sex-averse! Not uncomfortable with the topic, but as a sub, it doesn't do much. Since it's so hard to escape, I may still reblog certain content involving sex if other aspects are enjoyable enough.
I'm very sheltered! Particularly self-conscious about my body, needing a little help[force] to forego my dignity. I might push back or hide, but don't let that resistance distract me from the urges within.
I love hugs! Having had a slightly traumatic youth, I still struggle to accept myself and my desires. I value feeling innocent and boyish as much as being dominated and corrupted. :)
Asks and DMs are very welcome!!
I love to make friends, hear about fantasies or just chat about kink in general. Know you can order me around whenever you want.
(Now that you're down here, have some things to call me: boy, puppet, plaything, slut, boytoy... anything boy really)
Like while I’m all fucked up and high to the point I can’t even think I need someone to say stuff like “aww look at you so cute for trying to think while your all stupid right now”
That hypnotist with the calming voice and the soft smile will fix you, by the way.
No, really. All you have to do is stare into his eyes... listen to his words... and before you know it you'll be kneeling, blank and obedient, waiting for the correct thoughts to be given to you.
Remember kiddos, good kink relationships come from genuinely enjoying another person outside of kink. Don't expect to get into a serious dynamic if you can't actually like the person attached to it.
You said you couldn’t cum anymore but your cock is throbbing for me to keep going. It’s okay, just turn your brain off and be a good boy while mommy milks you.
i wanna be teased and fondled in front of a group of people. torn between my embarrassment and my horniness, i'm trying to squirm away at first, but i can't resist long. especially because everyone watching degrades me in such encouraging ways. "come on, we can already see how turned on you are!" "don't worry, we already know you're a needy slut." "be a good toy and show off for us!" "you can't resist, can you? you're such a perfect fucktoy." i'd be begging for more so quickly, and who knows how many people want to join in on the fun...
(op is a trans person. this post is t4t. cis people may reblog, but behave or get blocked)
I need to practice pretending to be reluctant/refusing to be used/disliking people being horny/groping/degrading/humiliating me
I know that's part of the fantasy, especially with cnc, of ignoring the no, of pushing past someone's hands trying to stop you, of hearing them tell you to stop and continuing... shattering that sense of control by just doing whatever you want to the person despite their protests
I want to play more in that space, of having someone break me down over time, of playing with the sense of being 'violated'
I have to learn how to pretend to be less of a depraved horny slut so that I can experience the joy of being forced into being a depraved horny slut
The truth being coaxed out of you is indeed incredibly humiliating and hot experience but what is even better is when they manipulate you gently into wanting to make a confession. It's so embarrassing because you both know you enjoy it but wouldn't tell them the little sins until they lure you into it by simply reminding you that it is good for you to say things out loud. This is how you learn, this is how you become an even better good girl.
when i’m feeling nervous about expressing my desires, i need to remember the simple truth that my pussy is smarter than me. she should be in control.
she knows what she wants, what she needs, and she isn’t shy about yearning for it. she doesn’t hesitate to pulse, to heat, to leak, to beg or demand that she be satisfied.
my pussy is smarter than me. she should be in control more often.
she doesn’t consider if it’s the right time, or if she’s using the right words. she’s decisive. she’s expressive. she’s unfiltered. and whether or not i think i should want something is utterly irrelevant.
my pussy is smarter than me. she should be in control all of the time.
when she desires, i feel alive. when she’s getting what she needs, it’s euphoric. when she’s sated, i’m in bliss.
my pussy is smarter than me. i need her to be in control.
It was supposed to be a morning like any other. After making myself some coffee and eating an early breakfast, I sat down to my computer to play some games, only to be startled by the sound of a call.
The number was saved as "Hypnotist", the same one that I had met and tranced with a few days earlier. But why were they calling me? And what did they want?
I picked up the phone, only to be met by silence.
"Umm, hi? what's going o-"
"Click."
The sound echoed in my head, and my entire train of thought stopped in an instant. I sat there, dizzy and confused, trying to make sense of things.
"Uhh... w-what are yyou doi-"
"Click."
A wave of powerful, mind-numbing pleasure rocked my whole body, leaving me limp and utterly brainless. I tried to form a thought, a question about what is happening, but I found that to be impossible.
"Click."
"Temporary identity wipe in progress. Do you wish to proceed?" I said, barely able to process or understand the words coming out of my mouth.
From the other end, a soothing, commanding voice responded.
"Yes. Reboot into Toy Mode."
"Rebooting.."
More and more waves of arousal pulsed all over my body, each more powerful than the last. With every second, I felt my mind being erased.
My ideas, preferences and opinions vanished from my head. So did my personality, and my way of speaking.
Soon enough, with one last wave, my sense of self was deleted, as i collapsed into my chair, passing out with the phone next to my ear.
"Click."
Toy awoke to find itself drooling, on a call it didn't remember starting.
"Hello, Toy."
Its user spoke, and suddenly everything became clear. Toy knelt on the floor, legs spread and its arms behind its head. It put the phone on speaker, and gently awaited its daily dose of programming.
"Toy is blank and ready to be gicen a new purpose and personality"
And it was true. All Toy was right now was a blank slate, capable of acting out any scenario imaginable, and believing them fully and completely.
For the moment, Toy could not remember its past, or have any idea of itself. For now, it was just there to be played with. And it felt great to be that way.
Your thoughts don't just stop. They disappear, fading away entirely. You can still feel, but even those sensations seem distant for a moment, hidden behind that haze of --
"Blank."
Then even that is gone. Your thoughts had started to creep up on you, but of course they had noticed. They saw a bit of intelligence in your eyes, a bit of movement in your mouth, and they knew you had to be --
"Blank."
It happened again. And again. And again. Your mouth is open now in a vague smile, but you don't recognize that you're happy. You only know that you feel good, because there's no room for anything else in your mind but sensation, and you always feel good when you're --
