Sir’s Favourite Toy

🩵 a girl owned and customized by Sir 🩵 ✨ 30 ♈︎ ✨ candi ✨ 18+ only ✨ ✨ H: 67” ✨ W: 140lbs ✨ IQ: small ✨ 🍭 candi never cums 🍭

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

ive beein like wanting to make a little likeee intro post for awhileeee and like! ivw finally got around to it! abd like my owner helped me to oviously! he makes evreything alll easy for me!

anyways hi! im candi! im a dumb girl and likeee im all custom made for my owner! im his dummy fucktoy! Sir has been makeing me all custome for likeeee a long time? likeee i cant rewaly remember all the ways im custom but like being changed and made better feels super good! qnd like im always getting better for him! i have a pretty collar that i wear all the time at home and a cute tag that labels me as Sirs favourite toy and i wear that all the time! i love being owned! realy girls are like better owned likeee evreyones happyer!

sometimes i have to like prettend im kinda smart and like i prwttend im a boy to but likee prettending isnt real so like i try realy hard to keep that away from here becuase realy im actualy just a dumb girl! a dumb needy girl! i have a pretty girly cunt made for cock and tits made for gropeing!

sluts love showing off so like sometimes i get to share my pictures on my blog and there all like picked or allowed by my owner

mostlyyy like i reblog things but likee sometimws i like make posts to! usualy im like being all obsessy of like my owner orr like showing how im a good girl or likeee being super needy but likeee there not tagged super well… tho like maybe when im bored and nottt allowed to touch i can try and sort thru them some!

omg! thats the other thing! all my holes are owned by Sir and liek normaly im sposed to be plugged and like i need permission from Sir to touch my needy cunt!

(i used to have a story my owner wrote as my pinned post and im gonna try and link it here so i can find it all easy becuase its likeee my favorite)

[stillvathek]

It's a simple question. Just yes or no.

But you hesitate anyway.

It's not that you don't know the answer, it's that you don't know if it's the right one. The one you're supposed to give. You know an answer, not the answer.

You don't decide that.

So you look at him, just a glance.

And he nods. Just a little. Just enough.

Then you know you can say yes.

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

girls neeeeed therre owner!

[switchingdesires]

Part of fully committing to your bimbo journey is to undermine any sense of intellectual authority you still might possess.

Do you have a degree? Maybe some kind of smartsy hobby? Or a complex job? It‘s crucial for your progress that this doesn’t result in people construing you as less of an airhead, so you’ll have to do your very best to discredit yourself from possessing any kind of experience:

whenever someone mentions some kind of fact relevant to your field, no matter how mundane, act totally surprised and let them know that you weren’t aware of that

confidently get obvious stuff wrong and start arguments about it; not giving in and insisting on your expertise in the area

mispronounce and mix up basic terminology

share obvious nonsense posts about your field and totally take them at face value

frequently mention how much attention you’re getting from the Men in your field and how often they help you out with stuff

[stillvathek]

You don't actually need it, obviously. You're too well trained.

Your hands move up your legs but they always stop just in time. You don't even notice that you're doing it, don't notice you've started and don't notice you've stopped, not at least until you look down.

It's a little embarrassing, seeing how trained you are. But still hot.

You don't actually need the belt, but he makes you wear it anyway from time to time. It's for him. Of course it's for him. You're for him, everything you do is for him, so it has to be for him. It locks away a hole he already owns and you already need permission to touch, but that's not the point.

The point is in making it obvious. The point is in making a show of something that was just a quiet fact to start with. It's not yours to play with, it's not even yours to touch, so it might as well be locked away, all nice and safe.

And then he gets to tell you to lift your skirt so he can check, and you can blush. It shouldn't matter, but it does. It shouldn't make you throb so much, but it does.

It's like your collar, really.

He doesn't need the collar, or the leash. You're his, you're owned. That's just a part of you. You'd follow him regardless. He doesn't need to clip the leash on, he doesn't need to have you collared at all times. It's about making the point, it's about demonstrating it. And it always makes it so much better, so much worse.

You don't actually need it, but you like it. It's like a collar for your cunt. A mark of how owned it is, how totally out of your control it is. He trained you well enough you can't bring yourself to touch without permission even if you wanted to, but if he wants to lock it away completely he can. It's his choice, it's for him.

Not your choice, not for you.

So no, you don't actually need it.

But when was any of this about what you needed, anyway?

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

i really realy want to touch but i didnt get permission today…like… i wasnt like actualy denyed! Sir didnt say liek no touching candi! be all desperate and needy! but like he didnt give me permission eitehr so i cant… i want to so much! but i dont kneed one of those pretty belts to not touch without permission! im to trained? im a good girl! Sirs good girl! they are soooo pretty tho…. itd be so ovious my cunt doesnt belong to me…! its not mine! its Sirs property! it belongs to Sir like alll the rest of me! things dont belong to candi…

[smutteryofvathek]

Speechless

Doing her best to be quiet she sucked his cock in the toilet stall, making the most adorable little slurps and moans. His hand was resting on her head as it bobbed, the other on his hip. He stiffened ever-so-slightly and she took as much of him into her mouth as she could as his cock pulsed once, twice, and more until he was done.

She did not swallow.

"You know what to do," he said, and she did.

Her job for the evening was to keep her mouth shut, keep his cum in her mouth, smile, look pretty, and be shown off. She was used to a lot of that, but having to do it with his cum in her mouth was new. It was distracting. He'd trained her to swallow and the urge was to do that, but he'd also trained her to obey, and the urge to do that was much, much stronger.

Tasting him made it hard to think. Made her just want to sink back onto her knees with her hands behind her back and her legs apart. Made her want to go back to being totally, happily blank for him. But she knew she wasn't meant to. Knew she had to keep pretending.

It was a work do. His work. She didn't know any of these people. They all looked so serious and professional and she felt obscene in the dress he'd picked for her, but that was the point. She saw the looks and the glances and it made her cunt twitch knowing that everyone there thought she was brainless arm-candy.

Because that's what she was. Something of his. To flaunt.

He introduced her to people. He spoke for her, of course, because she couldn't open her mouth. Sometimes he just chatted with the person for a few minutes before introducing her, as an afterthought. Sometimes he didn't mention her at all, just leaving her there with her arm around his, smiling, making sure her tits were in a good position to be looked at.

As they moved through the party he'd sneak arm down her back and squeeze her behind and whisper to her:

"Good girl, you're doing so well."

And she'd feel so lightheaded she'd almost forget not to swallow. He was teasing her, he was doing it on purpose.

Once he even introduced her as cunt, and she had to smile dumbly at the looks of shock they gave her, trying to suppress a moan as he put an arm around her waist, pulled her in, and bit her neck.

Of course, it wasn't something that could continue forever, or even for that long in the scheme of things. She felt like it lasted forever, but it didn't, and once he'd showed her off to everyone he felt mattered he took her aside and whispered again, this time saying:

"Swallow."

And she did, at last.

"Good girl," he said again, tucking some hair behind her ear. It made her shiver. His touch, his words.

Being his good girl.

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

@stillvathek i found it! i dont remember why i was looking for it?

[stillvathek]

She was gone. She was so gone.

Eyes glazed, staring at nothing. Dumb smile on her face, streak of drool running down her chin. Panting, shallow breaths. Little wet spot between her spread legs, thighs glistening. A giggle every so often. She was gone.

For fun, he reached across and mimed plucking something from her head. She didn’t immediately notice, but after a delay of a second or so there came another giggle. Silly owner.

“I took all your brains,” he said, holding up his fingers pinched together, as though he was dangling something. He wasn’t, obviously, but she still struggled to bring her eyes to focus on it anyway, woozy, confused. She stared intently at the nothing a moment and then giggled yet again, blinking slowly.

“‘Don ‘wan brainsss….” she slurred, the closest she’d managed to actually speaking in a long while now. He considered this, nodding to himself.

“Alright. So I should just throw these away?” He asked, motioning to do that. She’d started groping her tits again, eyes fluttering shut, and if it hadn’t been him speaking she probably wouldn’t have listened at all.

“Brainss bad… no brains…” she mumbled, head lolling.

She was so gone.

“Alright,” he said again, getting an idea. “Maybe best to keep them for now, case I need them. Maybe your friends start asking questions again or something, you know? But where to keep them, hmm…”

With her eyes closed she didn’t notice him getting closer.

“Somewhere safe, somewhere we probably won’t lose them… ah, I know…”

She gasped as his fingers slid into her, so, so easily. Her whole body juddered, head falling forward, eyes still closed. She was so gone.

“This seems like a good place, hmm? Nice and safe here. I think your brains fit much better here than they ever did in your head. Isn’t that right?”

The sound his fingers made between her legs were obscene.

“Nnnhhhh ah riiggghttt…”

“So I think your brains can just stay tucked away here, nice and safe in your cunt. You do most of your thinking down here anyway, when I’m not telling you what you should be thinking, so this is for the best. Yes?”

“Besssst yesss…”

“My little dummy just thinks with her cunt. Can you say that for me?”

“N’little dummy s’thinks cuntss…” she slurred. He smiled, pulling his fingers out and not even waiting until she’d finished halfway-mumbling the words before feeding them, slick, into her mouth. She sucked automatically, moaning like how she’d been trained to, and how she thought she always had.

So gone. So, so gone.

[beeblanker]

im not good at thinking

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

Sir puts things in my head so easily🥰✨goddd im so easy for my owner

[swedishdominantdaddy]

Be a bimbo, brains are for boys!

[swedishdominantdaddy]

Be hot, not smart! Stupid is sexy!

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

words are harddd! and like i likee never see likwee role modely girls reading… and likee…i donr remember thw last time i read a book?

[beeblanker]

i bought pink headphones for hypno kink purposes a few months ago and i am really sooooo glad i did. im starting to get wet as soon as i pull them out.

my fave thing is to wear my pink headphones & some cute lingerie and get a little more brainwashed. i've started doing my makeup for it too; usually i only do that when i'm going out. just to be prettier, more girly.

it feels really good. i like what its doing to me.

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

omg rhats so cute! maybw i should ask Sir if i can gwt pretty brainwashy hwadphones to

[desireddracula]

A man's thoughts in your head, a man's words in your mouth, a man's cock in your holes

[stillvathek]

She whined. This was hard!

His cock was right there!

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.

She didn’t need to think much at all for that.

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

whining thinking about this stilllll! please Sir? ✨🥺✨

[deathwish616-deactivated2022080]

One more “🥺” and you’re getting bred twice with no pulling out inbetween.

[thisismyhead1]

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

my brain keeps being stupid (bad) and making me feel all lost but my owner always finds me and helps me get back to normal

like his words and his presence are just so comforting and reasuring for me and his marks of ownership on me are so remindy that im owned and that my owner cares for me and that i make him happy and like genuinely i dont have words for how desprrately i need my owner and how happy i am being his and how like literalyy id do anything for him

im so lucky to be Sirs girl 🩵 (thank you Sir)

[blkwolf-whtbunny]

hump yourself dumb

[boycafajestee-deactivated202504]