New and learning but one day I'll be someone elses toy and they will tell me what i am!! i am 27 currently male but wanting to transition, i do NOT nor will engage in a money transaction, Period, nonnegotiable.
ughh, shy quiet boys are my favourite to corrupt. Long, lanky guys, most probably still virgin. Yet they are so cute, lost potential fr. Just wanna show them what it feels like to be pleasured. What good and pleasure feel like.
wanna suck his pretty cock until he is a whining, whimpering mess, not sure if he can be loud. Oh but I love your cute sounds baby. Go on, tell me how good you're feeling, how good I'm making you feel. How warm and nice my mouth feels around you.
I love it when he starts squirming, hands fisted at his sides, not sure what to do with them. Head thrown back against the wall, eyes closed as he bites his bottom lip - trying to be quiet. His hips twitching indicate how close he is to releasing; he's right at the edge. With one more lick at his tip, he's spilling everywhere.
Good boy, you did so good. All it takes is me looking up into his wide eyes as I'm sucking his tip for any remaining drops. His dick twitches in my grip, and soon hardens again.
Aw baby boy, looks like we have another problem to take care of :(
Being brainwashed to betray my beliefs is so hot. A favorite idea of how to do that is to just change what some words mean.
I'm a feminist, for example. Staunchly, through and through. Making me turn my back on that would be extremely challenging, and I'd resist it the whole way. But what if someone just adjusted my notion of what that meant?
Get into my mind and tell me that a good feminist needs to compromise. That's not a hard sell. I'm a pragmatist. We live in the real world, total idealism isn't workable. Good feminists meet men halfway.
Then make me believe that being feminist means being conciliatory. That's not a big jump from the first point. These discussions are often so fraught and angry, it only makes sense to try and keep things calm. Good feminists are calm and friendly, no matter what's said to them.
Tell me that a feminist should be selfless. Men think that feminism is all about women wanting things from them, and that makes them not want to help us. To convince them to be on our side, we need to show them how they benefit, too. Good feminists always put men first.
Convince me that a feminist must be compliant. Again, we're fighting against stereotypes here. We need to show men that we're not reflexively oppositional, humorless bitches. We need to show them we can be fun and we can get along. Good feminists never disagree with men.
Make me see that a feminist needs to be fun. Nobody wants to work with somebody who's always dour, somebody who's always all business. We should let our hair down. Show people we know how to relax. Keep everyone in a good mood. Good feminists will do anything to entertain men.
Tell me that to really be a feminist, one has to be subservient. We can't put ourselves first. We need to be willing to sacrifice for the cause. If that means letting men call the shots so they'll support us, that's what we should do. Give up ego and pride to make a difference. Good feminists are obedient to men.
Keep going. Keep changing things.
Good feminists accept abuse without complaint. Good feminists don't talk back. Good feminists dress to show off. Good feminists speak when spoken to. Good feminists convert their friends. Good feminists worship cock. Good feminists live to serve men. Good feminists are obedient slaves. Good feminists are misogynists.
[This is one a little darker than usual. It's a story of evil brainwashing and mind control, and specifically focuses on themes of sexual assault. It could probably be pretty triggering, so read with care!]
"Thank you for calling Pathways Support Line. How can I help today?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was quiet and clear. Feminine, which was good - Mary wasn't sure she'd be able to talk about this with a man.
"Hi. Um, I'm not sure. I just... I wanted some advice, I guess? Something, uh, happened to me. And I'm not sure how to deal with it, exactly. That's what you guys... do, I guess. Right?"
"Of course. I can help you with that. You said 'something happened'. You're under no obligation, of course, but do you want to tell me a little more about that?"
Mary hesitated. This was still very hard to talk about. The only person she'd told was her best friend, Julia, and even then she was barely able to get the words out.
"Well... I was... I don't know if you'd say 'raped' exactly. A guy... took advantage of me. It was at a party. And I don't know what to do about it, I guess."
She tried to keep her voice light and airy, like this wasn't a huge deal, but she could hear how brittle it was. She wasn't fooling anyone.
"Oh, no. I'm so sorry to hear that. I hope you're doing okay now. Do you mind if I ask your name? You don't have to tell me if you don't want. It just might make it easier for us to talk."
"No, I don't mind. I'm Mary."
"Mary. I'm very glad to meet you, Mary, even under these circumstances. I'm Hayley. I'm going to ask you a few questions about what happened, if that's okay?"
Mary swallowed, nodded, then realized that obviously Hayley couldn't see her.
"Uh, yes. That's okay."
"Excellent. The person who did this - do you know them?"
Mary pictured Trevor's face - both in the normal settings she saw him in, hanging out with mutual friends, and in the last setting she'd seen him, looming over her as he... no. Can't think about that.
"Yes. I know him."
"Someone you see regularly?"
"Yes."
"I see. That's got to be very difficult. Did he fuck you?"
Mary flinched.
"I, uh... that's..."
"I'm sorry," Hayley said smoothly, her voice comforting. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. Phrasing can be hard for these questions. I can say it differently. Did this involve phallic penetration? Did he use your cunt to pleasure his cock?"
Mary felt dizzy. Hayley's voice was low and smooth and calming, and... was there another tone on the line, too? Some background sound, droning and chimes or something? It was distracting. She cleared her throat.
"I, uh... he f-fucked me. Yes."
"I see. And did he cum?"
Again, Mary hesitated. This wasn't what she expected this call to be like. Hayley's voice was so soft but solid, so calming but certain, that it felt like she had to answer.
"Well... he, uh... y-yes."
"I understand. Where?"
Mary stammered something uncertain, too shocked and confused to reply. Hayley spoke again, her voice a little more firm now.
"Where, Mary? Did he fill your pussy with his cum? Or did he pull out and shoot his load all over your tits? Your face?"
Mary bit her lip, hard. She let out a small whimper of pain and... something else. Fear. Confusion. And a dark undercurrent of twisting, warm thrill.
"H-he pulled out. Came on my... breasts, mostly. A-all over me."
"And did you cum?"
Mary's cheeks burned. She winced, and a traitorous part of her swelled with heat and excitement.
"I-I don't, that's not, uh..."
"Mary, answer me. Did you cum around his cock, or not?"
She let out a choking sound, trying to bite back the words. She failed. "Y-yessss," Mary hissed through gritted teeth. "I c-came."
"I understand, Mary. That's totally normal. It's also normal to fantasize about your assault and masturbate to it after the fact."
Mary shivered, still blushing brightly. Her fingers twitched against - wait. When did she take her shorts off? When did she start... rubbing? The noise in the background of the call seemed louder now, more immediate. It made her lose her train of thought.
"Is that something you've done, Mary? Have you been rubbing your wet cunt to the memories of getting fucked by big rapist cock?"
Mary gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily, making her grind a bit against her hand. She whimpered. "Yyyyyes..."
"Of course you have. And you didn't report him, did you?"
Mary hadn't. It seemed like too much too take on. So little proof, and so much work... what would it even accomplish? "No, I... d-didn't..." Mary sighed as she continued to slowly work her fingers against her slit.
"Good girl. You don't want him to get in trouble. Right?"
Mary sighed again, shaking her head. "I... I don't?"
"Of course not. You're in love with him. Isn't that right?"
Mary squirmed, her head spinning. Hayley's voice was so powerful now. It boomed in her mind, even though it was still as soft and gentle as ever. Her words may as well have been etched into stone.
"Yes. I... I am?"
"Oh yes. Think about him. Think about how good he made you feel. Think about how much you admire and desire him."
Mary thought of Trevor. For days the thought of his face made her feel fury and nausea and fear. But now, she pictured him and swooned. He was so powerful, so certain. So dreamy. Her stomach did flips of excitement thinking of how he held her down and just took her.
"I... oh wow. I love him!"
"Of course you do, sweetie. I get it. I'm in love with my rapist, too. I wasn't at first, but he talked to me later. Played me the same sounds I'm playing you now. Explained to me how it was for my own good. How I was meant to be his property. Just like you're meant to be the property of the guy who raped you! That's why Master has me volunteer on this line here - so I can turn other rapedolls into slaves like me. Isn't that so fucking hot?"
Mary squealed. It was. It was the hottest thing she'd ever heard.
"So now you're gonna end this call. I know you're rubbing yourself silly like the needy little whore you are - don't worry, I am too! Fucking with the brains of other girls like this makes me soooo fucking wet. Anyway, you should take some pics of your sopping cunt and send them to him! Let him know how badly you want to do anything he says, and that you're gonna be his good little girl from now on. And then just do what he says! Don't cum until he makes you, of course. Doesn't that sound good?"
Mary could only mewl and gasp her agreement. The phone sat next to her, still pumping poisonous noise into her ear, ruining her brain and breaking her down into a brainwashed fucktoy for the man she hated most in the world. She dedicated her focus to rubbing herself harder, picturing how he would use her when she came to him, begging him to take her again.
"OK! I know what that lack of response means. Thanks for calling the hotline, slut! Be a good slave and make your new Master happy. Bye now!"
The line disconnected, but Mary barely noticed. She was already moving to spread her legs, getting some photos of herself rubbing away. Hopefully Trevor would approve. She couldn't wait to send them to him.
There's a sweet spot, I think, for total mental break.
Early on in the process of becoming cock-obsessed and addicted to degrading fantasies, it's normal to not take it seriously. It's just fun! Rubbing a little to some not-quite-appropriate ideas is exciting because it's naughty and taboo. It's not serious, though. There's a level of denial about how impactful it is.
And at the end, of course, that's all gone. There's nothing left but acceptance of how totally those ideas have taken root. No going back, not even any resistance anymore. Just a full surrender of the mind to these compulsions.
Those are both exciting, but the most fun comes in the middle.
There's a period of being oblivious to how much things are changing. There's a period of realizing it, fighting it, trying to keep together. There's desperation. And then there's what this image shows: acceptance, but before it's fully gripped and locked down hard.
Knowing you're fucked.
Knowing it's going to get worse.
Knowing you can't undo it now.
Knowing it's too late.
And squeezing your thighs together, opening your dumb little fucking mouth, drooling dimly, and riding the waves of self-destructive pleasure that comes along with that knowledge.
I pin you down on my bed as I feel up your body. "Your so soft and warm.I want you so bad." I left your legs up and put them onto my shoulders. "you've been such a good puppy lately, so here's a treat for your good behavior~." I start to rub my hard cuck on your entrance, sliding Into the lips of your wet pussy.
Back and forth, slowly. "I missed you so much baby. Now I have you all to myself tonight~." I stop and put my cock inside of you making you feel full and warm. I thrust nice and, slow "does that feel good baby?~"
My lovely friend helped me out with this one so check her out :3 @thecrispiestlemon
As nobara said in a cartoon parody I found in YouTube:
“I FUCKING LOVE ALCOHOL”
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In other news, I’m so fucked up I’m thinking horny stuff. Specially related to obviously, alcohol>:3
So, I know the classic fantasy of someone else making you drink, hit a blunt, bla bla bla.
But what about you doing it. KNOWING what alcohol does to you, how needy it gets you how slutty it gets you and still you choose to do it(obviously besides your dom, cuz….duh) and you eventually drink to much and lay on their arms. But you are needy so you begin teasing them and rubbing yourself against the back of their hands. And they comply, not wanting you to sober up, and they slowly move you and suggest you to move exactly how you want it. Where they proceed to FUCK YOU SENSELESS >:3
And the next day when you are in a daze, feeling full from all the loads and sticky from your own cum you will get the feeling that you will probably do it again soon>:3
