Corrupted Doll

18+ only. Morgan, 37 (Trans) Non-Binary from Australia seeking kink of all flavours [no seriously, ALL]. (Pic is NOT me) DMs open and desired.

[corrupted-doll]

About me

18+ only. Hi I’m Morgan, I’m a 38 (Trans) Non-Binary corrupted creature of fetish from Australia seeking kink of all flavours [no seriously, ALL]. (Pic is NOT me) DMs open and desired. Don't try to claim me, I'm married, but able to be used by the right person .

Also, I'm a little neurospicy, so I do get a little hungup on certain words and concepts. Be warned.  I’m heavily into hypnokink, coercion and mind control stories, and I’ve been around for a while, so i have a few fun stories to share. I now have my own WordPress https://thewinterofmorgan.wordpress.com/

I have an overflow blog for weird but less horny content:

https://www.tumblr.com/corrupted-doll-overflow

That said, it's more weird horny than direct horny. Check the below tags for my original stories.

[lipstickette2]

[corrupted-doll]

On a bad Day, There's always lipstick.

[beautifulwomenlips]

Photo of very beautiful Red Lips

[mindfuck-33]

[love-of-heavy-makeup]

[c0ulrophilia]

It's really normal to get hard when an older woman hugs you, remember to stay still and let it happen when she pulls you closer and you feel her hand dipping lower, that's just polite.

[corrupted-doll]

The Sweat Room

Nathan loved a good steam after a long day. He loved Alfa’s Gym because in addition to the normal tiled steam room, they had a proper timber lined Finnish style sauna. They were always superior in his mind. The scent of the coals, the timber, how it interacted with the steam and filled the air - superior in each and every way to the sterile, clean tiled steam rooms of some gyms.

 His muscles ached. It had been a full workout. He’d worked on his arms, his legs, his core, even a 20 minute run on the machine - elevation and speed set to a tough hike. All in all, he felt excellent and was now content to just relax in the steam. Of course, proper sauna etiquette required a plunge after this, but he just wanted to do nothing and not worry about anything for the moment.

 Then… *she* came in. Broad shoulders, short wavy blonde hair, and clear breasts. Maybe A-Cups. Maybe B’s. “Excuse me, miss. This is a male gym.” She sat down beside him. Not close enough to intrude on his personal space. Close enough that he could smell her sweat. For fuck’s sake, she didn’t even rinse off first? She sighed at his comment. “I know. I’m not allowed to go to the ladies gym anymore, so you’re stuck with me. Don’t like it? That’s the door.” He looked over at her. Trans. Now he looked at her, he could see it. Her cheeks, her chin. Masculine, but the curves, the breasts. I mean, in some circumstances, being in a steam room with a pretty girl would be nice, but this place was male. It was almost sacred.

 “I would like you to leave, ma’am. This is a man’s gym.” 

 She looked at him. She stank. Waves of sweat cascaded off of her. She was ripe. It stung at his nostrils, over-writing the woody scent of the sauna. She rose to her feet and dropped her towel.

 “Well, according to this state, this is the right place for me.” 

 She had a cock. It was actually semi-erect. He looked at her body. Warm coloured white skin, smooth curves with a round belly, small but perky nipples. His eyes drifted back down to his cock. To her cock. It twitched. He could almost smell it. Underneath the timber and steam. Like when he was horny and aroused, but… somehow … feminine. Not obvious, but there, tickling his nose.

 “Do you disagree?” She asked. He wanted to say yes. She had tits. That meant she was a woman. She looked like a woman. She didn't belong in a man's gym, in his gym. But she had a cock. And that meant she belonged here. He tried to look away, but even looking at the thermostat, he was painfully aware of her stink. The musky sweat that hit his nostrils and demanded he look. He had to pay attention to her. Look at her co- her face. He had to look at her face. It was only polite. Looking at her face meant he wasn't looking at her cock. “N… no…” He stammered. There was a look in her eye, somewhat mischievous. Nathan wanted to leave, but he couldn’t get up and leave without walking closer to her. She took a step forward. 

 “So, you think I belong here?” Nathan could recognise that this was a trap. He didn’t know to what end, but the way she was speaking, the smile forming on her face, something… predatory about it. 

 “Y..yeah, I guess.” He wasn’t wrong. That was the law. This… woman was born a man. That meant that she belonged in male spaces. So, she belonged here. It felt like it was getting hotter. He looked at the thermostat. No change. Why did it feel hotter? Was it the smell? The steam of the room smelled different. It was more … musky, almost sexy. It had to be her.

 But that didn’t make sense, when she had come in, the smell had been nauseating. The steam smelled … nice. It made him a little light headed. Maybe her sweat was mixing with the steam… 

 “How about now?” She took a step forward, standing naked and unafraid, in front of him. “Do I belong… here?” Nathan looked up at her. From this position, she looked like an amazon. Her shoulders were wide and strong, her hips prominent and child-bearing, her penis slowly rising to erection. Her breasts dripped with water, glowing her body with steam. So close to him now, her scent was overwhelming him. He felt his own manhood rise underneath his towel. Nathan always identified as straight, and looking at the beads of sweat dripping off those perfect tits, he knew that that hadn’t changed. But, she had a cock, and that meant she was a man. And she was in a man’s gym. But he was aroused and he was straight. So she had to be a woman… That settled it. If she was a woman, he wanted her here because he was straight and she was hot. If she was a man, she belonged here because she was a man.

 “Yes. Yes, you belong here.” No hesitation. The logic was clear. 

 She took a step forward. Her shins touched his. His cock quivered. Her cock poked out away from her body and towards his face. The musk of her cock flowed around him. He wanted to call it cockstink, but that felt wrong. Something about when it was her cock smelled… better. He was comfortable with it there. “What’s your name?”

 “Nathan.”

 “I’m Hera. Do I belong … here?”

 Hera. A Goddess. That cock. It smelled divine. A goddess cock. He leant forward and breathed in her crotch. A wonderful mix of sweat and arousal. The stench of a hard days work and arousal, and the woody scent of the sauna. 

 “Yes Hera.” Nathan breathed in. He nuzzled further, his nose deep against her skin, her cock bouncing off his cheek and her balls brushing his chin. She belonged here, and he belonged here, huffing her musk, her pubes tickling his stubble. Belonged. He Belonged Here. He belonged to Hera.

 She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his head back gently. Nathan looked up past her cock at her face. She bounced it gently on his nose.

 “Who am I?”

 “Hera… Goddess…”

  She smiled and he felt blessed. Her holy scent blanked out all thoughts of disobedience. How lucky he had been that she… that She had entered the sauna. This place WAS sacred. He wanted to do anything for Her.

 “You know what to do.” 

 With Her free hand, She guided Her cock to his lips. Tracing it around… and around…and around… until his mouth was open and his mind gave out and opened up becoming obedient to Her. She pushed Herself into his mouth. 

 He sucked.

 Of course he did. She belonged here, and he belonged under Her.

[spiraleyeddolly]

Relapsing is so good

No matter how long its been, i will always find my way back here and ready to obey 😵‍💫

[secret-subject]

All this deep breathing makes my head feel funny... 💄💅🫠

[corrupted-doll]

Time for me to wheel out the gothic bimbo audio again

[masterxdanx]

[rebel-heart-gypsysoul]

[hypnomast]

Come here, my thrall. Slide in. Slide out. Let your natural instincts guide you. Closer.

Come.

[krazydarkart-deactivated2025052]

[corrupted-doll]

Pride 2026 - Sex/Sexuality

Tonight's the night.

 Dana and I have been dating for 3 weeks. I've been the perfect gentleman. First date, let her friends do the photo thing, even though I know they've searched up my socials. Offered to pay, didn't insist on it. Drove her home, did the awkward "well, this was nice" thing before we both realised it was kiss worthy.

 We've been on discord, WhatsApp, she even likes Facebook for some reason, never pushing things too far. It's good to have boundaries. 

 She suggested a museum, I suggested a gallery. We did it as a double date. Then she got tired, so I got her drive-through McDonalds on the way home - her request. 

 And now, I feel it. I feel it in my motherfucking waters. She's going to come over and we are going to break my motherfucking mattress. She asked for me to make it the most romantic I could. I got out an old cookbook from when I left home and this pork roast is perfect. Crackling sucks, but it's my first try. I made a full roast, with the gravy and everything. Candles. 

 A tablecloth. Look, if this isn't romantic, I don't know what is. A nice dress shirt, one of my softer colognes - because the ladies are sometimes sensitive to the strong ones - I even washed my balls.

 It's cringe as fuck to say "she's the one". That is a one way trip to cuck town. But honestly? She is the one. She watched the game with me the other night. Understood the rules, seemed invested without being a try hard. A fucking gold tier lady. I am *in*.

That's the doorbell. Wish me luck.

"Hey! Oh wow that dress looks amazing on you."

 "Oh, you like it? Th... oh wow, You really went all out!"

 "Well, you said romantic. I thought, why mess with the classics?" 

 She's wearing a red dress.It looks... look, I don't know what velvet is, but it looks like what I think velvet looks like. That lipstick, let me tell you, Class. Act. Enough to make it obvious she's wearing it, not so much she looks like she's in Fifty Shades. Did you see that movie? I got dragged to it and it was the worst shit I've ever seen.

  "Did you want to have dinner now, or ..."

 "Oh, I'm famished. It smells so good!"

 Damn, Mum. Why didn't I learn to cook before? I think there's a podcast in this. Cooking for alpha males. Be the master of your entire house. Bow ya shits, and behold this pork roast that I paid for and prepared, all so my girlfriend would cream her panties over how much of an absolute get I am.

 "Would you like me to carve it for you or-"

 "Oh no, I know how hungry I am."

 Laughter. Good. Laughter means happiness. Happiness means legs open. That pussy is so mine I can taste it. Maybe I will.

 Geez, she's hungry. Loading up on... everything. Pork, potatoes, I read apple sauce was a good side and she's getting that too. Small talk, small talk, yes he sounds like a real dick, your manager. Me? Oh, you know, keeping busy. Don't mention you didn't get the promotion. That lowers your value. It's in all the books.

 Wait, she's complimenting my cooking.

 "Yeah, I thought I'd splurge for the pink salt. Thought it would go with the pork." Who the fuck knew pork isn't even pink? It comes from pigs.

 "Yeah, I don't know if it does taste any different, but I think it does. Is that rosemary?"

 "Uh, yeah. How my mum taught me to make it." And by that I meant she gave me a cookbook whose first recipe is how to make fruit juice and told me to learn to take care of myself. I tell you, whether it's a spitroast over a campfire or a 4 burner in the city; Chicks. Do. Not. Want. To. Be. Your. Mother.

 They want a fully reliable man who can handle everything, and then they can get back to, I dunno, doing their nails and playing Barbie Princess Adventures 2 on the Nintendo. Because of course she has a Nintendo.

 Small talk, small talk. Oh shit. Which painter was that? Fuck, I can't remember.

 "Was he the one who painted all those bridges?"

 "No, he did that sunset one you liked."

 Sunset one? What... oh wait yeah. Most of them looked like watercolours, but there were a few that weren't bad. And I read the little plaques. Every. Fucking. One? Oil paint. Bob Ross used oil paint. That's all I know about oil paint. But it looks better than fucking watercolours. Like you pissed on the paper and called it art.

 "So uh..." She's pouring another glass of wine. Don't get too drunk, babe. Then it's rape and I don't wanna go to prison after I spent 3 hours getting confused at potato varieties. "I... have something I need to tell you."

 She's gay. Has to be. She has a serious face. Greek poetry snuffing dyke. Pussy licking, armpit sniffing, strap-on scissor sister. I can feel it coming. All towers alert the Hindenburg, it's Led Zeppelin 1 all over again. Communication Breakdown.

 "Did I do something wrong?"

 "Oh no..."

 "You're breaking up with me?"

 "What, no!"

 She's married. He's a Lebanese stockbroker with 5 very tough friends. She's pregnant. He's a convict named Nails who went to prison for armed robbery, and he has a domino that he sucks habitually. She... she's a man. She had one of those operations to cut your dicks off and is injecting eggs into her ass or whatever they do to feminise you.

 "I'm Ace."

 Yeah you are. You think I bought applesauce for an uggo? Of course you're ace. Nod. Shes looking at you. 

 "Oh, cool."

 "Asexual."

 I'm pretty ace sexual myself. I do this thing where I run my teeth over their nipples, not biting just pressure. They. Fucking. Love. It. Every time. Even Candy. And she mostly liked just being tied up.

 "Yeah, cool. I didn't want to say anything,but I think you're pretty ace."

 Laughter. Good. This is good. I have no idea what this conversation is. But she is laughing, she liked my cooking and she said the word sex. We are on the train. Next stop, bedroom.

 "No sweetie. A-sexual."

  A-sexual? I am a sexual. Does she mean like F, D, C, B Grade A-Sexual? No, that's the same thing. Help me out here. 

 "You don't understand, do you?"

  "I mean, yeah. Asexual. Totally. Love that for you." Drink wine. Maybe that'll help.

 "You like sex with girls, right?"

 Do I! It's like the best thing ever. When they're tight and you rub up their insides, and then you find their G-Spot and then just collapse on you, so you have to hold them because otherwise they'll melt right off your boner, but if you keep them there you can get second wood and then g-

 "And those girls like sex with guys? And gay guys like sex with guys and lesbians like sex with girls?"

 I never found lesbians all that hot. Like yeah, two girls, but they're two girls who don't want me. How's that sexy?

 "Yeah?"

 "Well, I don't like sex with anyone."

 Wh...what? With anyone? What's that thing the computers say? Not Responding. 

 Yeah. Circle go round and round. Let me process this. Not. Ok, I have that. Like. Yep, makes sense. Sex. Well, Shaana was a horrible lay so... OK, that I can get that. Anyone?

 Nope. That doesn't make sense! Sex is what we're made for. Dick goes in pussy. I don't understand biology, but I understand that.  Is it a... did she have a bad boyfriend? Oh shit, she's looking at me. Need to say something.

 "Anyone?" Noncommittal. Asks for clarification. Not rude. A+. A+Sexual.

 Dana shrugs.

 "It's just not fun for me." She's pausing. "It's like that game you were saying Baron played. The one with the high schools and the superpowers "

 She remembered that? She listens to me? Wow. Yeah, that game sounds stupid. Who wants to play 100 hours of dating mixed up with selecting menus? She's having another drink. 

 "Well, imagine that game is sex. Baron is you, and you are... well, me. He likes it, but you can't figure out why. But that's ok, because you still play soccer on Thursdays."

 I GET IT NOW. 

 Wait. There's a problem. 

 "But... if you don't like sex ... why..."

 "Why see you? Because you're adorable?" Adorable? What the f- "You don't understand so many things, but you actually try. 95% of men don't. Think about it. You're better than 95% of men."

 I am?

 "I am?"

 "Sure! You don't get art, but you were able to pick up things like art styles and brushstrokes. You learned to cook! You bought candles and a tablecloth!"

 "I ... I had the-"

 "The price tag is still on it."

 Oh. Fuck.

 "Oh."

 "You idiots talk about value adding and looksmaxxing and negging, when honestly. The bar is so fucking low, all you have to do is put in a little effort and you are immediately in the top percentile."

 "But you... don't... want to have sex..."

 I am unsure of where this is going. This sounds positive. I need to be CRYSTAL CLEAR about this.

 "No, but I want like Wednesday night. You watching the football, me reading a book.and spending time with your adorable face."

 Adorable. Computer look up adorable. It means cute. I am not cute. I go gym. Pump iron. Grr. Get muscle. But... she... likes me? How adorable when gym... Not responding.

 She's walking over to me.

 "It's you. I want to be serious with you." 

 She kisses me.  That I understand. Kisses are good. But ... she ...

 "But you don't like sex?"

 "I like kisses."

 "And you want to be serious... with me?"

 I AM SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW. PLEASE HELP ME MAKE SENSE OF THIS CONFUSING SITUATION.

 "Yes."

 Leaning on the table. Fuck she's gorgeous. All those legs and she just wants to be with me? No-one else?

 "But we don't have to have sex."

 "No."

 "But we just... hang out."

 "Yup."

 "And kiss."

 She nods. This... this sounds kind of awesome. Like a best friend. Who is a girl. Who you do girlfriend things with. But doesn't beg you for sex when you don't... oh shit.

 "I...oh... is... would you mind if I ... you know?" I'm gesturing to my penis. She's smiling.

 "Of course, dummy. I'm the asexual one. Not you."

 "And you don't mind if I think about you when I do it?"

 Are we negotiating?

 "If we're dating, I'd rather you would."

 Always! Al Pacino. Devils Advocate. Keanu Reeves wants to bang his sister. Great movie. Wait, no. This is important. Pretty girl. Wants to date. Focus.

 "I... sure..."

 "You look upset."

 "No, I just... I was hoping we'd sleep together tonight. You know..."

 "Oh, that'll happen." She's touching my cheek. This is condescending but I don't care. "I want to be little spoon."

 I CAN DO THAT. I WAS BORN TO BE BIG SPOON. I CREATED FIRE AND BUILT THE EIFFEL TOWER FROM STEEL AND BRAWN. You will be the safest little spoon in the world. I will protect you, my love. 

"Thanks for understanding."

 Barely, but I got there. Asexual and ace sexual. Let's go with that.

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[corrupted-doll]

[the-girly-boi]

[darkwitchclaire]

clockwork

doll tf microfic. cw for dubcon

"How did you get so many dolls?" You ask.

"I collect them," replied the witch. "Sometimes I buy them from other collectors, sometimes I find them abandoned in mysterious places. Most, however, are from visitors who come here."

"So they give you dolls?"

"They become dolls," the witch corrected. "Would you like a demonstration?"

"Perhaps." You admit you're very intrigued.

The witch opened a drawer underneath a shelf and took out a large wind-up key, smoothly inserting it into your upper back as if you had always been meant to receive it. The sensation sent spikes of pleasure throughout your body.

She rotated the key one quarter-turn clockwise and your right arm went limp, still knowing it's there but unable to move or feel it.

A second quarter-turn and your right leg went limp.

A third quarter-turn and now your left leg went limp.

One final quarter-turn and you were unable to move any of your limbs, unsure about what was going to happen next.

Sensing your trepidation, she leaned in and whispered, "It's going to be ok. You don't have to worry anymore."

She gave the key one full turn and all thoughts disappeared from your mind. You gazed at her blankly. You were hers to mold.

"Now repeat after me," she said. "I am a good doll."

"I am a good doll," you repeated. You wouldn't dare defy her.

She gave the key another full turn. You could feel your body slowly regain energy.

"My purpose is to serve Miss."

"My purpose is to serve Miss."

She gave the key another full turn.

"I will always be obedient to Miss."

"I will always be obedient to Miss."

She gave the key another full turn. Each rotation made you feel happier.

"What Miss wants makes me happy."

"What Miss wants makes me happy."

She gave the key another full turn. It felt so right to be like this.

"I am a good doll."

"I am a good doll."

She rotated the key a few more times before removing it. You looked down at your hands, now porcelain with ball joints. You could sense a faint ticking sensation from inside you that felt calming.

She looked down at you, smiling. "You are such a beautiful doll."

Miss was happy. You were happy.