Did I absentmindedly play with my tits this much before the brainwashing? Who knows anymore - I'm too brainwashed to remember and too horny about it to care.
“Fuck me, toy… I want you.” Your partner said, their voice tinged with need. Their eyes roamed over you, lingering occasionally, before tearing their gaze away, turning their back on you, walking across the room, with a sigh. “We shouldn’t. We really need to get going.”
You held your hands up, trying to offer some level of reassurance. “We should.” You agreed. You were going to be late at this rate, although their scent, hanging in the air made you want to throw yourself at them, to feel their touch, to be lost in their power.
They looked from you, to the door, and back to you, then down at their watch. A soft, longing growl rose in their throat “Fuck. I can indulge myself for ten more minutes.” They strode back across the room, one hand pressing you to the wall. You gasped.
Their eyes were boring into yours. “That’s it, toy. I want you, and I can have you. That’s the agreement. Whenever I want, however I want.” Their free hand cupped your chin, holding your face still. Not that you were going to look away from their eyes.
When they were this close, there was so little you could do to stop yourself from melting, and drifting, down into the mindlessness that their power brought you. You felt your body sag into lethargy. Their hand on your chin was the only thing holding you up.
Their smile widened. “Yeah, I get to use you, toy.” Their hand on the wall moved, down, tugging your trousers down. “Blank.” They said, snapping their fingers. Your eyes unfocused, your thoughts spaced out. They trailed kisses down your neck, as they sank to their knees.
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I want someone to brag about having the best hypnotoy. Shouting out their best little plaything. I wanna read the post and be like, huh they sound a lot like me
And then open the post to see my tits. That I’m the best little free use doll. That I’m the best porn. I want there to be screenshots of my tits and my convos and I want someone to be telling everyone to use me… and it will only drop me more
Being a toy means you're useful. Toys are meant to be played with, enjoyed, treasured, used. You are cared for and then put away until the next time you are needed. A toy is someone's favorite thing. They can't wait to play with their toy. Doesn't being a toy sound so much better than being a person?
What a good doll, so deep for master.
It feels so good to be so deep, doesn't it, darling?
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First of my art drawn deep under. I experimented with new brushes and filters.
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