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The girl in the collar hummed happily as her owner came down her throat. That meant she’d been useful, been good, and that made her even happier then she had been before, and thanks to him she was almost always happy now.
Slurping, head bobbing, she eagerly swallowed it all and then went to work cleaning his cock, just like how she knew she was supposed to: licks and slurps and happy little mumblings. And it was while she was doing this that something caught her attention.
Her owner was watching television. He often did this with her by his feet. It was how he liked to relax, he said. Sometimes she just knelt, awaiting a command, and sometimes she was obeying a command. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t her choice. This time obviously she was obeying a command, and it was thanks to her position between his legs that she could just about see the screen, off to the side.
Normally none of what she saw there made much sense to her and normally it didn’t matter because it wasn’t for her, but something about this caught her attention, which confused her a little bit. It was confusing because she didn’t know why it would have caught her attention. Just something from the corner of her eye had made her look. Then it happened again and, since she was watching properly (mostly properly) she saw why: there was a girl on the screen she recognised.
Or thought she recognised, at least. Something about her was familiar.
Whatever was on the screen was showing clips of this girl, in a costume, flying around a bit, or standing and looking strong and confident. It looked very strange to her, and it didn’t help her understand what about the girl was nagging so much at her.
The chyron running beneath it all read:
“Whatever happened to Justice Girl?”
“Master, do I know her? She feels like… someone…” she said, brow furrowed. Thinking was hard, and remembering was basically like thinking - her owner did both of those for her, which was why she was asking him. She hoped he would make the thinking stop. Her head was starting to throb.
“No,” he said, idly, tapping her on the head to keep her going. She managed one lick before the screen (and the throbbing in her head) distracted her. Such a ditz.
“But she seems familiar…”
Reaching down, her owner put a finger on her chin and tipped her head so she was looking up at him and not at the screen. She didn’t resist. She couldn’t. The moment his eyes met hers the whole world shrank down. There was nothing else. Only him.
“You don’t know her.”
His words filled her head. The throbbing stopped. It was the truth.
“I don’t know her,” she said, dreamily, dumb smile on her face. It was so much easier knowing what she was supposed to think, and so obvious now. Of course she didn’t know her. Master said, and so she didn’t.
“You were always my toy.”
“I was always your toy…”
“You were always my pet.”
“I was always your pet…”
“You were never anything else.”
“I was never anything else…”
Putting a hand on top of her head, he turned it so she was facing the television again. She stared, eyes empty, her face blank, a big dumb smile spread across it. She saw the girl on the screen, the girl who was totally and utterly identical to her, and she felt nothing. Just a stranger.
“Do you know her?” He asked.
“I don’t know her,” she sighed happily. It was the truth.
Her owner smiled and sat back again. It was a lot easier doing that, now.
“Good girl. You can touch yourself.”
Squealing with glee and babbling thanks she very quickly shuffled back on the floor so he would have a better view, spread her legs, and started doing just that, panting and moaning and being totally open and on display for him the way she’d been trained to be, the only way she could even think of being.
On the screen, the news moved onto something else.
Mouth hanging ever-so-slightly agape. That happens when she's doing this. There's a string of drool stretching down from her chin.
Stretching. Drops.
Drips into the puddle already there between her legs. Mostly drool.
Mostly.
The brainwashing is daily. To help fix some bad habits and to help introduce some new, better ones. She can't remember any of that, obviously. As far as she's concerned nothing has changed at all. She's always loved sucking cock. She's always dropped to her knees on command. She was always like this. This is just normal.
And of course it is. Now.
Good girls accept their brainwashing of course, whether or not they believe in it, and so she listens every day, putting the headphones on and kneeling and very quickly just zoning out completely. After an hour or two he usually comes and takes them off and a few minutes later she gives an especially big blink and looks around and wonders what happened.
Usually. Today though he came in a little early.
He waves a hand in front of her face, but there's nothing. She's gone. He even taps her nose but all it does is make another drip of drool fall sooner than it would have. She is very gone. This is good.
He pulls down his flies. Still nothing. Only when he rests the head of his cock on her bottom lip does she respond. Her mouth opens, she groans, but her eyes are still empty. She groans deeper as she slips in.
Brainwashing and cock fill her head. The only things in her head right then: the words in her ears and him. She can't think about it, obviously, but if she could she'd know it was perfect. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else could matter.
The groaning is constant. The drooling is so much worse. She's sucking as a reflex but really he's just fucking her face, hands on her head pulling her down to meet him as he thrusts. Using her to get off. The voices in her ears and in her mind tell her this is good, this is what she's for, that she needs this, that she wants this. She has to listen. It's not her choice. It makes her better.
He finishes down her throat, holding her head in places. Her throat works and works as he empties into her belly, pulling out to wipe himself across her face. A pat on the head for her and then he leaves her for a bit longer. More brainwashing never hurt a girl, after all.
"You know I don't actually like doing this," she said, on her knees, casually stroking his cock. He said nothing. She kept stroking. Slowly. Attentively.
Eventually the quiet got to her. Him saying nothing felt like him being smug. She didn't look at his face (her eyes didn't want to leave his cock) but she could imagine he looked smug. She knew that look.
It made her clench. Every time.
Even just thinking about it did.
"I'm not doing it for me," she said. "I don't enjoy this. I only do it because you ask me to. That's all."
She didn't know why she was explaining this, he knew already. It was the arrangement. And that he hadn't actually asked her this specific time and she had in fact asked him if she could was hardly important - it was still about him, not her. This wasn't her choice, really. She agreed, yes, but wouldn't have done it on her own.
She didn't enjoy this. Not at all.
"This is just for you. This is just me being nice. Very nice. Aren't I nice? Cocks are just... cocks are... I don't actually like doing this."
Her face was hot. He was definitely smirking at her, she could feel it. He always did that when she explained how this worked. Why did he always have to make it weird like that?
She took him into her mouth. Not because she wanted to, just so she wouldn't have to keep talking, that was all. To shut herself up and stop babbling about nothing. The groan she made wasn't important. It didn't mean anything.
That his hand coming to rest on her head sent a shiver right through her body didn't mean anything either. It was just a surprise. That was all. She just hadn't expected it.
Feeling safe and happy was normal. Didn't mean she liked this. It was just a nice evening, that was all. Having a mouth full of his cock wasn't important. That it happened yesterday wasn't important. That it would probably happen tomorrow as well wasn't important.
Nothing had changed inside her. Nothing.
His hand on her head was pushing her down, slowly but firmly. The first time he'd down that she'd pushed back but now she knew it was what he wanted and since this was about him and since she was so nice she knew to let it happen. It was easier now anyway. She'd got better at it.
Down and down, a little more second by second.
With a sudden last push he hit the back. She fought the gag. This was for him. She fought it and he held her there. He was counting up the seconds, she knew. Letting her go a little further each time. She'd lost count by the time he pulled her off, gasping, drooling.
He gave her a pat.
"Good girl," he said and she shivered again, moaning this time. She was gulping air.
"I dont - ah - I don't... it's not..." she panted.
He tapped her on the nose with his finger.
"Shh," he went.
And so she shushed.
He knew anyway. She knew he knew. He knew she was just being nice. He obviously did. He knew it didn't mean anything. How could it? She didn't like it. She couldn't like it. She just did it because...
Because...
"Good girls don't think," he said.
She didn't notice she'd started stroking him again, hand sliding up his slick length, up and down. Once she did she didn't stop. He wasn't done yet, and this was about him.
You aren't even sure what's real anymore. You've been brought up and down so often nothing is certain. Are your eyes even open right now? Is the voice in your mind even in your mind, or are you being told the words echoing through your head?
"This feels good. You want to feel good. It's better to sink than to think."
You try to repeat the words -- it's a habit now, you don't know when you started -- but there's something in your mouth. You feel it blocking your tongue, blocking your lips.
You don't feel it for long, at least not as an obstacle. Soon you're back to sucking. The sucking draws you deeper. You don't know if you're thinking that or if someone is telling it to you. There aren't enough thoughts in your mind to combat it. The words pulse in your head, settling there.
It's better to sink than to think.
The sucking draws you deeper.
Come on up now, pet.
At first you don't even register the words as a command. It takes long seconds for you to begin to emerge from trance. Even then, you feel dazed and distant. Some of your thoughts are not your own.
Which ones? It doesn't matter. You have thoughts now, and that means you're awake.
But it's better to sink than to think.
But the sucking will draw you deeper.
You open your mouth, not even bothering to speak, and let your mind fall away again.
“Nothing much. Just a little trick. I heard about it somewhere.”
“I can’t… what?”
“I did wonder whether it’d work on you. I sort of thought you’d be too smart for it to work. Maybe I was wrong about you? Maybe. Who cares? What matters is that it did work. Feeling a little heated, Poppy?”
“Y-yes.”
“Of course you are, that’s only natural. It’s only natural for poor, hormone-addled little girls to get flustered with a bit of male attention. It’s giving you butterflies, isn’t it Poppy?”
“Yes.”
“Right in your tummy, right here, isn’t it?”
“Y-yes.”
“Making you think all sorts of naughty thoughts, hmm?”
“...yes…”
“Say ‘Yes Sir’.”
“Y-yes, S-Sir.”
“Better. Come on over here and sit down, that’s it, just sit on my lap, good girl. Now, I can guess what some of those naughty thoughts are. You’re thinking about being helpless, aren’t you? Hmm? Weak? Thinking about me taking advantage of you and being too weak and too girl to do anything about it? Yes?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Of course you are. That’s normal, that’s girly, and since you’re a girl it’s only normal you’d think that. That’s normal. And if you tried not to think about it, it’d only make it worse. If you tried not to think about it those butterflies would get stronger and you’d just feel weaker and weaker until you couldn’t think about anything else at all. And that’s happened, hasn’t it?”
“Y-yes…”
“Yes?”
“Yes S-Sir…”
“That’s okay, Poppy, that’s okay. No use fighting it now, is there? It’s too late. You’re girly, you’re weak, and you’re helpless, and this is normal. So just sit here, on my lap, enjoy being in my arms, relax, and let me be in control, hmm? Sir knows best, yes?”
“Sir knows best…”
“Exactly. I know what’s best for you, and since you’re just a weak, helpless, girly girl, you couldn’t even stop me even if you wanted to, could you? You can’t stop me, can you, Poppy?”
“No…”
“No you can’t, and that’s good. Now, I’m going to take this hand of mine, this hand here, and I’m going to bring it up, and I’m just going to give you a nice, light, little tap on the temple - like that, see? I’ve just knocked a thought loose. A useless thought, you don’t need to worry about it. It’s something you won’t miss. And now it’s loose I can just pluck it out - like this - and pull it away and flick it into the air and, poof, off it goes, there it goes. Bye bye, thought, off it goes.”
“Bye…bye…?”
“Exactly, good girl. You didn’t need it anyway. You don’t need most of the thoughts in there, I think, and I know best. So let’s get rid of a few more, hmm? Tap tap. Ah, knocked a good few loose, that time. I’ll just take those. Pluck and pluck and pluck. All gone, see? You feel better already, don’t you?”
“I feel…”
“Shh, shh, don’t think about it too much. I’m in charge, remember? You feel better, I’m telling you you feel better, and so you do. Have a little kiss, just on the neck here. There, better?”
“Better…”
“All the best girls have empty heads, and you want to be the best, don’t you, Poppy? You’ll be the best little girl for me, just have to keep emptying you out. Opinions, ideas, all this clutter. Just taking it all away, one little bit at a time. Hmm, you should take your shirt off, you know.”
“Yes Sir”
“Good girl. Bra too. Good girl. Yes, you’re a very pretty girl, Poppy, and that’s good. That’s all that matters, that’s all that matters to you. All you need to worry about is being pretty. Don’t need to worry about being smart or talented or capable or any of that - just pretty. It’s all that matters. Yes?”
“Pretty…all that…matters…”
“That’s it, good girl. Shift about on my lap, face me, legs apart, that’s it, straddling. Good girl. Look at me. That’s it, good girl. I’m going to just put my hands here, on your head, and you’re going to look into my eyes and I am going to tell you some facts, okay? Some facts about you? The things I’m going to tell you are true, okay? You can’t deny them, they’re true. Okay?”
“Okay, Sir…”
“You’ve always been stupid, Poppy. You’ve never been smart. And that’s good, you like that. You’ve never wanted to be a smart girl. Smart girls are boring, you know that. You’re happy being simple and stupid. And a slut. That’s another important thing about you, Poppy: you’re a cock-crazy, horny, needy little slut. You try to hide it, of course, but it still slips out. You can’t help it, because it’s who you are. You’re stupid, and you’re a slut. These are facts.”
“F-facts…”
“The facts can fit in nice and snug and safe since I made room for them, taking out all those other things you didn’t need. A good girl doesn’t think, she just has her facts. They help her remember who she is when everything gets too much. A girl’s facts are important!”
“Facts… important…”
“Good girl, I’m glad you remember. I was a little worried lately you were starting to forget your facts, but I’m happy to see I was worried over nothing. You remember that you’re a stupid slut, you remember that you’re a pathetic horny little girl who gets wet when she does what’s she’s told. You remember you’re just holes and tits. How could you forget that? How could I think you could?”
“Nnh… I…”
“Too many words, isn’t it? Poor girl. Just say ‘Yes Sir’.”
“Yes Sir…”
“There, much better. The words don’t really matter, Poppy. Words are hard anyway. What matters is just sinking. Sinking into that lovely, fluffy feeling where there’s no thoughts or anything difficult. Just Sir, and Sir’s voice telling you what you need to know and what you need to do. Much better. Much safer.”
“Safe…”
“Sir will keep you safe, don’t you worry Poppy. Safe and happy and stupid.”
“Stupid…”
“And because you’re stupid and a slut that’s why you know you have to listen to Sir and do as he says, because he’s smarter than you, he knows better than you, and he’s got a cock. A lot of men have cocks, in fact, but you know that Sir’s is the best for you. It’s the one you dream about, and the one you’d do anything for.”
“Anything…”
“It’s the one that’s making you drool, right now.”
“D-d-drool…”
“It’s the one you’re going to get onto your knees and suck, right now.”
“Yes…Sir…”
“Good girl. Hands behind your back, that’s it. You hold still a second for me. Tilt your face up a bit. There you go. Just resting this on your face. Aww, you’re whining Poppy! I know it’s a bit of a tease but I’ve always wanted to see you like this. It definitely suits you, you know. Kneeling, Sir’s cock resting on your face. How did I ever think you were smart? Tsch. I have a lot to make up for.”
“Nnnhhh… Sir… please…”
“Alright, okay. Enough teasing. You’ve been very good for me, so of course you get a treat. Kneel up straight, mouth open. There you go. Good girl. Such a good girl.”
“Mmmpphh…”
“Shh, no more talking. You concentrate. There you go. Good girl.”
Imagine us doing a session in public. Maybe at a dark and seedy public room or maybe in a public bathroom. There will be touching, fucking and oral as you end up on your knees bobbing your head up and sown to swallow my cum. And eventually you feel my hard cock throbbing. You hear me groan. And feel my hands tightly grab onto your hair, keeping you in place. Then you feel the wave after wave of hot cum shoot inside your mouth. Pumping your mouth full with waves of hot sticky cum. You expect me to tell you to swallow. But instead I smile. “Not yet!” Is ay as I suddenly put a facemask on your face. Leaving you confused and on your knees.
“Now, I want you to get up and walk to me to the public transports. You are not allowed to swallow my cum until we reach your appartement. Understood I’ll do the talking for you.” Now you have to walk out with a mouth full of cum. Holding my cum in your mouth until you get home. Not swallowing in the slightest. What if people notice the smell? What if somebody talks to you? Think about that. Think about that.
He’d had her kneel right between his legs and had her get in as close as she could, and normally that meant she’d be taking him in her throat by now. But not today. Today, he’d said to look up at him, and not to look away.
It had been maybe two seconds before the throbbing, pounding rush of need inside her got almost too much to bear. She’d fidgeted, squirmed, and her eyes had darted down. That had made him tut, which had given her butterflies, and he’d put a finger under her chin to keep her head up.
“Focus,” he’d said, his eyes on hers.
At once her desperation mellowed. She still wanted to suck his cock, obviously - oh, how badly she wanted to - but the selfish need to go over what he’d told her drained away. This wasn’t about her, this wasn’t for her. She was focused. Focused on him. It got easier.
But it didn’t get easy.
He could tell she was trying though, and he smiled.
“Good girl,” he said. “I just want to watch your eyes empty. They’re so busy right now. Good girls don’t think, but sometimes they have a lot buzzing in their heads. We can stop that. You can be blank. Blank feels good.”
That pressed a button. Another happy, fluffy wave of quiet contentment washed through her, and some of that buzzing he’d talked about just winked away. She even sighed.
“Feels good…” she said, more like an exhale than actually speaking.
“There you go. Focus. Good girl. I can already see your eyes going quieter. That’s it. Don’t look away, just focus. You’re safe. Good girls don’t think.”
“Good… girls… don’t think…”
Repeating wasn’t a conscious choice. She didn’t have much consciousness left.
“So easy for me. Perfect. Thoughts just go. It’s like wiping dust from a screen. Swipe and gone. Don’t look away. Focus. Blank and empty. Good girl. Aww, look at you.”
Too many words to repeat. Just fluff in her head. She couldn’t look away. His eyes. Words.
Blank. Safe. Empty.
Focus.
He used his free hand to take his cock out and let it rest - hot, heavy, and hard - on her bottom lip. A tiny fraction of her brain worked enough to notice this but she didn’t whine. The whining had stopped. Needy, selfish. She wasn’t selfish. She was a good girl. She was his. She was for him. Instead she just opened her mouth, just enough, and kept her eyes on his.
“That took a lot less than I thought it would,” he said, grinning now. She just waited.
Removing the finger from under her chin he moved it up and gave her a tap right between the eyes. The contact sent a shiver through her and the tiniest of moans escaped.
“Focus on what’s in front of you,” he said, sitting back.
Her eyes swam down, going crosseyed a little. Cock.
Let me jerk off into your mouth as a way of masturbation little doll. Just jerking off against your tongue and lips. Forcing you to keep eye contact. You fully naked: my eyecandy. Me fully dressed. My pre-cum splattering all over your face and tongue. Marking you in my scent and taste. Marking you as my sub. My toy. Before you hear me groan and growl. Before you feel me shoot my hot cum onto your lips and tongue. Into your mouth as you lean in closer and suck my tip. Suck me off as I jerk my dripping shaft. You better fucking swallow.
“Get on your fucking knees and open that mouth of yours. That’s it. Just like that. Stick out that tongue too. You know what’s going to happen? I’m going to spit/drool into your mouth like the nasty little slut you are. I’m then going to unzip my pants and take out my veiny fat cock before rubbing it all over that tongue of yours. And then? Then I’m going to fuck your mouth and use your lips for my pleasure.”
“What? You don’t want it? Oh darling you don’t have a fucking choice. I’m going to take your lips because I fucking want it. I’m going to fuck your face like it’s a pussy. I’m going to tightly grab you by the hair and slide your head up and down my shaft as if I masturbating with a sex toy. Because that’s what you are. My toy. And once I’m done and satisfied I’ll push your head all the way down the base of my fat cock. Stretching your throat and dumping wave after wave of hot cum down your throat while you cry and sob for me. But you will swallow.”
Having a cock drain every last thought out of my nearly working brain as I’m bound on my knees. Unable to fight or move, feeling myself drool out more and more as the cock fucks my mouth. The headphones on my ears telling me that this is what I want, this is what I need, to accept it, to take it.
Soon my eyes roll back as I feel the cock hit the back of my throat, and again, and again, faster, and faster until it twitches and fills my throat with cum. Feeling my body finally move to lean forward to lick the cock clean as it slowly pulls out. My mouth agape, too dumb to close it. Moaning out a thank you as the cock approaches my mouth again. Begging to be conditioned deeper and deeper, until all that I can think about is cock.
Thinking about being hypnotized by a cock. Watching it swing in front of me, my eyes glued to it. My mouth agape, unable to do anything else but stare at it. My head being held in place as it pleases itself in my mouth to keep hard. Being pulled out again to keep me entranced, swinging left to right. Taking me deeper and deeper until I’m so cock dumb and drippy. Feeling it fuck my mouth until it coats my throat with cum. Keeping me there, my eyes glazed and body unmoving. Until a new cock takes its place, ready to pleasure itself into a warm, wet hole.
Eye contact during forced oral with your hands tied behind your back and my hand in your hair, pushing your head down and making you choke so I can see the pain, fear and desperation in your eyes while I use your mouth against your will
Firm, guided oral feels so fucking good. Pulling you by the hair, showing you exactly how to serve me with your mouth, pushing your whole head up and down so you gag on it just the way I like until your face is covered in your own spit and tears. Forcing your head all the way down and making you hold it in your throat, strictly slapping your hands away when you try to push your head back up, your airflow totally irrelevant to my pleasure. Only letting you up for air to edge myself because I want to extend this as long as possible. Pulling your head up and down over and over, jerking myself off with your mouth, until you're such a brainless doll, the only thing you can think about is being a useful slut. Making you mouthfuck me so long you can barely think anymore, just my perfect, brainless dutiful toy mouth.
Think about him using you like this. You’re strapped in no way to move. He doesn’t put his cock in your mouth right away. Your face is pressed up against his crotch. You can smell him. You want to nuzzle up against him, but you can’t. You can’t move at all. Maybe he watches some porn, or maybe he’s chatting with another girl. At any rate you feel him getting hard. Eventually he decides he wants to be in your mouth and you’re a good girl so you open wide. I hope you’ve practiced. He can just tilt his hips to fuck your throat, but he can’t pull out all the way so it’s just a deep throat, really deep throat on every thrust. And that’s hard for you and also hot. Maybe he cums that way, or maybe to add insult he decides to pull out and jack off rubbing his balls in your face while you make out with them. You want his cum. You’re not cumming this way and it’s the least he can do, but you’re furniture. He doesn’t have to think of your feelings.
And he doesn’t get up when he’s done. He just settles in to read something, or maybe chat some more. You don’t know. But you feel his cock slowly getting flaccid and leaking on your face. Maybe he’ll have another go in a bit. It always takes him longer to cum the second time.
