This was your first time hanging out with the group.
You just moved into the city, started a new job, and you were nervous about starting all over. But this guy at your work, David, made it all easier.
He was a charismatic fellow, and wasted no time getting acquainted with you. He would bring you to happy hour, give you tips about the best markets in town, the restaurants to go on a friday night, what places not to park your car⊠He was just a nice guy trying to make your life in this unfamiliar place.
You were making your first friend.
Soon enough, he started to say how much he wanted you to meet his friends. Not as in his work colleagues, or his buddies from his lacrosse team, but his actual real friends, his inner circle.
You wanted to deny, you didnât feel like you were ready to just squeeze in your way into a friend group, just to feel left out. But, there was a problem with your idea, David. Him and his stupid smile, and kind eyes, and calming voice, you just couldnât say no.
At Davidâs strangely large apartment considering our salary.
There were 4 people besides you and David, three guys, one was very tall and muscular, one wore glasses, and one looked like a troublemaker. And a girl who looks like is dating the one with glasses. You guys drank warm shitty beer, and talked about whatever atrocities came to mind.
It was a new side to David, you barely knew him, but you didnât think he would have such problematic opinions. So to make time go by quicker, you just drank more booze.
When you were starting to get more than just a little bit tipsy, you heard the troublemaker say something like âwomen should be submissive, they donât need to think, just serve their manâ. This immediately generated a reaction from the girl in the group.
While she wasted her breath calling the guy a âmisogynistic jerkâ, one guy that said the comment started laughing telling her boyfriend to get âhis bitch under control". Which made him laugh, and the girl got even angrier.
When she was about to get up to leave, her boyfriend just placed a finger in her forehead, pressuring it slightly, and all her anger simply melted away. All emotion melted away would be a better way to put it, her face just grew blank, and you could swear you could see some drool starting to form.
Some of the guys started laughing at the situation, like it was some inside joke they had, only the tall one seemed uneasy with the sight. And you⊠you were fascinated, maybe it was all the alcohol clouding your thoughts, but there was something genuinely mesmerizing about the image of that furious woman melted into could be described better as a doll.
Her boyfriend turned to her and said âWhat do we say when we upset daddyâs friends?"
To which she replied, in a cold monotone voice, completely devoid of emotion âIâm very sorry, you are right, Iâm just a dumb little girl, and you are a smart man."
The troublemaker giggled to himself before teasingly saying âIâm not sure Iâm convinced by this apology⊠Is there anything else you can do to prove to me you are sorry?â, and an evil smirk formed in his face.
The boyfriend whispered something in her ear, before she robotically said âyes daddy, I obey."
She got off the couch, and crawled to the other man, she easily undid his pants, and pulled his cock off, and started sucking him off. You barely knew that girl, but by her earlier behavior, you could tell this isnât how she normally acts, and there was something weirdly arousing about it.
It was like a magic switch just went off, and she went from a person toâ whatever this is, the comments early were out of line, but there was something captivating about how in less than a minute she went from defending her point to using her mouth to apologize for doing so. You knew it was wrong, it was weird, maybe even borderline criminal, but for some unknown reason you werenât nearly as bothered about this as you thought you would be.
The tall guy who was already uncomfortable by the girlâs drastic change in behavior, fully freaked out, trying to talk with the girl to understand what was happening, asking if this was a sick joke, while the other guys just laughed at him, like he was the one in the wrong for not enjoying this.
The boyfriend looked at the troublemaker and asked laughing "You should fix thatâ, which made the others laugh even harder. The troublemaker just snapped and said âbrain off" and the tall guy froze in place, his face growing as dim and emotionless as the girlâs face.
They kept laughing, which time was more steric, and you just watched. They were getting a twisted pleasure in this weird game, and in a way, so were you, and the tingle between your legs wouldnât let you deny it.
Maybe it was the sudden change in demeanor, the anger, the panic, that fire in their eyes simply melting into compliance with not much more than a snap of the finger. Like the clockwork of their brain simply stopped snipping, and now they are in autopilot, not autopilot perhaps, for there is someone in control, it is just not them.
The troublemaker ordered the tall guy to strip, as he quoted âshow them what you did for me". With a âyes, sir", his clothes started hitting the floor, only to show the group his tiny dick stuck in a cage.
And the troublemaker took it even further, and commanded to get on all fours, and when he did, you caught a glimpse of a jewel that was unmistakably part of a butt plug.
âAnd he doesnât even notice his wearing it, can you believe it?" The troublemaker laughed even harder. âI got so deep into that stupid whore head that at this point he believes it to be part of his body".
How could he not notice it? Not feel it? It seemed simply impossible, was this a sick prank being played on you, what other excuse could this deranged night could have? Why else would they all be this comfort doing all of this in front of a stranger? The only thing this wouldnât explain was why you were enjoying all of this, maybe you were as much as a creep as everyone else.
The boyfriend let his fingers trace the edges of the tall guy butt plug, before asking the troublemaker âMay I?" And with a nod, the boyfriend took off the butt plug, and started fucking the tall guy.
You were so helplessly transfixed by the scene that you didnât notice David eyeing you during the whole ordeal. You also didnât notice him walking to you, or when he stopped right behind you.
"Are you enjoying the evening?â he whispered into your ear, his silky voice making its way into your brain, his hot breath fueling your arousal.
You nodded weakly, unable to look away from those poor mindless being played with.
"Of course you are, I made sure of itâ he said, as his hand expertly unbuttoned your shirt âI had a feeling you would like it, but I did put something in your beer to make sure of it. You donât mind, do you?â With his free hand he shock your head "I knew itâ
With your shirt open he started caressing your chest, your stomach, lowering his hands until it slid into your pants.
âGod" he sighed, as he caressed and teased you "I saw you were horny, but I didnât know you were drowning down hereâŠâ he started to lightly stroke you "is the jeans, the fabric is too dark to see the stain. Remember love, next time you come wear some lighter fabrics, okay? I want them all to see the mess you are.â
He was right, you were a mess, everybody should see it. Your breathing quickened, eyes started to roll back, as the pleasure only grew.
âCome down, tiger, you canât cum, not yet, there are some things to get done first." His voice was like honey, sweet honey that melted you, made you weak, and wanting.
âFirst you need to be molded into a proper toy to earn your orgasm, just like those two sluts you couldnât stop staring at.â He smirked, "You need to be brainwashed, doesnât that sound fun?â he used his hand to nod your head.
âSo good you agree. You see, the best way to brainwash someone is with pleasure, which is a good thing, since you are feeling lots of it." His hands pump up the speed making you start to whimper. "Pleasure creates new pathways in the brain, and those new pathways are about to turn you into my sleeper sextoy, a ânormal personâ during the day, my cumdumpster with a snap of a finger, and you want that, right? Tell me how much you want it."
In between moans you pathetic whined âI really want to be a sextoy, please make me into your cumdumpster, please."
âIt is so good we agree, because mindless little things like you are only good for one thing, and that is obeying. You need to obey, like you need air in your lungsâ Actually, I think you need to obey way more than breathing, isnât that right?â
You nodded your head, you wanted to agree with him, you needed to, he sounded so smart, so reasonable, how could you not? And he only giggled.
âNo need to worry your pretty head, pet, I didnât choose you because you were particularly smart, you are hot, and thatâs enough. So just keep agreeing, and we are all good. All you need to know is how to obey, you can forget everything else, under my control you shall be only a fuckpuppet, meant to fuck, suck, lick, and whatever other degrading task we come up with.â
With each remark David made, you felt your body reaching another edge, and with each edge every delicious thing she whispered into your ear, became a seed that easily found a way to get planted in your subconscious mind, creating roots deep inside your brain.
âAfter all a sexdoll doesnât need to use their degree in⊠whatever to give a good blowjob, is better if they donât remember it, this way there is more space in their brains to think about how to better serve their owners. And yes, owners are plural, because you see me and my friends here really like to share.â
David grabbed your head and turned it to the side so you could face the tall guy and the boyfriend âSee, that one over there, using that sissy like a fleshlight, he will be your daddy, he really likes when the toys call him daddy.â after saying that he turned your head to the troublemaker forcing the girls head into his cock "And my friend over there, putting that slut back into her place, will be sir, you must remember to call him sir, because he doesnât like disrespect, and wonât think twice before punishing you."
Then he pulled your hair to force you to look up, your empty eyes met his deeply captivating eyes âAnd Iâm master, all of us are your owners, we can play with you, hurt you, do whatever to you, and you will obey and thank us later for it, do you understand?â
And all you were able to respond was a breathy âYes, master".
âSo glad to see we came this far, after all you want to obey, you want to serve, is what you were made for. So just focus on my voice, the pleasure your body feels, no longer needing to think, you are just a mindless plaything, and you will come back to this eager brainless state whenever we tell you⊠"go to sleepâ, once we tell you this, you will fall into this submissive state, mindless, thoughtless and eager, and once you wake up, you wonât remember any of it, just like a dream." his hands grew quicker and quicker, you felt your body reaching that point of no return.
"And once you cum all of this will be locked in place, deep inside that useless brain, you will never be free of our control, and this makes you feel so hot and horny. Yes, it does, and this wonât be your only training session, it can happen at anytime, maybe in my office at work, at a toilet in the pub during happy hour, the back sit of my car, whenever I want, and all I have to say is âgo to sleepââ
Your mind started to crave the feeling of submitting to your master, to be brainwashed, to be reprogrammed, to be a better slave.
After the relentless teasing, the mind shattering pleasure, master got satisfied with your torment, and with a sharp snap, he allowed you to cum.
You shaked, convulsed, and trembled under the pleasure that broke your mind beyond return. As you enjoyed the after glow, you stared into his deep gaze, and saw his smirk.
âYou may not be ready yet, but it would be a pity not to use that body. Get up, slave, take off your clothes, give us a show.â
And without a thought, doubt or resistance, you obeyed.
