How many hours has it been? Two? Four? Six? The whole time he’s been working, taking calls, handling business.
And while he’s busy he gave you one simple rule: rub your cunt until he says stop. So you keep going. Your clit so sensitive it feels like it’s vibrating on its own. Coated in your own juices, dripping onto the floor, drifting in and out of a haze of exhaustion and overstimulation. You want to beg him to let you cum, or just to let you rest, but you know better.
You’re just background noise to him. A sex toy he left running while he focuses on things too complicated for you to understand. So you keep those fingers moving, because you’re his good little fuck doll.
Rubbing until your mind goes completely blank. Rubbing until it’s time for him to use you. Rubbing because he didn’t say stop.
Fucktoy. You're on the floor, flat on your back. The man who just finished pulls out, his cock dragging slick and heavy from between your legs. You let your head loll to the side. A sticky warmth leaks down your inner thigh and pools on the floor beneath you.
There's a hungry circle of four men looking down at you, and the sight of them sends a lazy pulse through your already-wrecked cunt.
"My turn."
"Fuck off, I was next."
"You went last time, asshole."
The argument kicks off like you're not even there, which is its own kind of thrill. They're fighting over your body, and you lie there with your legs still open and cum leaking out of you, soaking it in.
You push up on your elbows. Tilt your head. Put on your dumbest, most confused expression.
"I thought it was his turn?"
You point a lazy finger at the one who just came inside you. He barks out a laugh. The argument erupts.
"See? She wants me again."
"She's a dumb slut, she doesn't know what she wants!"
You bite your lip to keep from grinning. You know exactly what you want. You want them loud and grabby and competing over who gets to ruin you next. You want to be the thing they can't share nicely.
A hand clamps around your ankle. Another seizes your wrist. You're being pulled in two directions and you go limp on purpose, ragdoll soft, making yourself easy to move. Easy to arrange.
Someone gets tired of waiting. He kneels between your legs and spits directly on your clit and the shock of it makes your hips jerk off the floor. His fingers push inside you, curling, and you're so wet from the last load that the sound is indecent. Even for you.
"Someone's gotta keep her warm while you idiots figure it out."
That breaks the stalemate.
A hand fists your hair and tilts your head back until your throat is exposed. A cock pushes past your lips and you open wide, your jaw dropping on muscle memory. He slides in deep enough that you gag and the sound makes the whole room groan.
Your hand finds another cock. Thick, already leaking. You're almost grateful. With everything else happening to you right now, you really needed something to hold onto. Something to keep you afloat. Your fingers curl around him and start stroking.
The one between your legs pulls his fingers out and you feel the blunt press of his cock replace them. No pause. He shoves in and the stretch punches a sound out of you that gets swallowed by the cock in your mouth.
Then a body presses against your side. Warm skin along the length of you. Teeth find your neck, scraping slow, and a hand slides down your stomach and finds your clit. Starts rubbing.
And that's where your brain checks out.
It collapses into one continuous sensation, a full-body hum of being touched everywhere, used everywhere, needed by every man in the room. You're in a frenzy. Your hips are moving on their own, grinding down onto the cock inside you, pushing into the fingers working your clit, chasing everything at once.
The one fucking you picks up his pace, and every thrust rocks your body hard enough that it drives you further onto the cock in your mouth. You gag each time he bottoms out, a wet, choked sound you couldn't stop if you tried. You can feel fingers bruising your hip where he's gripping you. You hope they leave marks. You want to look in the mirror tomorrow and see the proof of being this wanted.
The cock in your cunt cums first. You feel the pulse and the flood, filling you up while your walls grip him in desperate little squeezes. The thumb on your clit presses harder and your orgasm hits without warning, your whole body seizing, a strangled cry trapped behind the cock still lodged in your throat.
He pulls out and you feel the mess of him spill, running down to the floor. Before you've finished shaking the cock in your mouth drives deep and holds and you swallow as his cum hits the back of your throat. The one in your hand follows seconds later, running hot across your stomach, pooling in your navel.
Then they pull away. One by one, leaving you on the floor.
You lie there. Breathing hard. Cum drying on your stomach, leaking from between your legs, the taste of it still coating your tongue. The room is quiet for a few seconds. The loudest sound is your own heartbeat.
Then the arguing starts back up.
"Well now she's a fucking mess."
"You made most of it. You clean her up!"
"It's not my fault I cum more than you!"
Their voices wash over you. Already negotiating the next round.
Your fingers twitch. You slide one hand down through the mess, trailing through their cum, dipping lower. Your clit is swollen and throbbing, lubed with their fluids and yours. It barely takes any pressure at all. You start rubbing again while they argue above you.
Their fucktoy is going to be needed again soon. You want to be ready.
The illusion of choice is a powerful trick when dealing with a hypnosub thats trying to brat, the idea of presenting them with a path to freedom, all they have to do is choose to take it, they won't of course, but then that simply reinforces the humiliation and internalised shame, not onlybare they getting off on being humiliated and embarrassed they get that fresh burning jolt everytime you remind them that they had a choice, they could have safe worded out, they could have asked for mercy.
But that, of course, means giving up, which that silly little brat brain won't allow, so back down they go, teased, tortured and humiliated, a blushing little pet, caged in their own brain
condescendingly mocking her while she humps my hand
"look at you, already humping my hand like a desperate little puppy. couldn’t even wait two minutes before you started grinding on me, could you ?"
"that’s pathetic. so needy you’re rutting against my palm like it’s the only thing that matters. go on, keep going. show me how badly that greedy cunt wants attention."
"aww, what’s wrong, angel ? is my hand not enough for you? you’re soaking through it already and still humping like a brainless little slut in heat."
"gosh, you look so ridiculous right now. hips twitching, thighs shaking, making those little whimpers every time you press your clit against my fingers. you’re really getting off on this, aren’t you ?"
"that’s it, hump harder. use my hand like the desperate toy you are. you don’t even care how embarrassing this is, do you ? you just need something to rub that sloppy pussy on."
"mmm, listen to those wet little sounds. you’re making such a mess. all because you can’t control yourself for even a second. how adorable."
"don’t stop now, pretty girl. keep humping like the horny mess you are. maybe if you put on a good enough show i’ll let you cum… or maybe i’ll just watch you degrade yourself a little longer."
Psst. Bimbos out there. I've got a little secret for you.
Something that you can do, wherever you are or whatever you're in the middle of, to help you remind yourself how deeply controlled you are.
Follow along with me, okay? I'll teach you all about it.
First, I want you to take notice of the weight and presence of your breasts. It doesn't matter if they're big or small, tan or pale, perky or heavy. Any pair of tits will work for this little exercise.
And when I say take notice, I really mean take notice. Do your best and try to focus for me on the way that they move if you shake your shoulders, the way that your clothes or the air feel against their skin. The shape and color of your nipples, and how perky they're getting as you pour more and more focus into your tits.
Just focusing on those pretty titties for me, ladies.
Not having to think about anything else, just your own unique and beautiful boobs.
Now we'll take it a step further, okay? I want you to reach your hands up to your chest and give your breasts a big slow squeeze. Really focus on how they feel in your hands. Are they a comfy handful, or are they spilling out of your grip? How soft is the skin? How warm do they feel to the touch?
And just massage them for me. Slow, methodical, finding a rhythm.
Continue following on. I know it's a lot of reading, I know that thinking might be getting tougher as you focus more and more on your perfect tits. You're doing so well, honey. So good for me.
As you squish and squeeze, let your breathing slow. Let your eyes start to glaze over certain words of mine, soft and unfocused. You don't need to think too hard. You don't need every word. Just focus on the pretty pink ones. You have these tits of yours to play with.
Just letting yourself get lost in the comforting softness, the weight of them in your hands. Those teasing movements becoming more and more automatic. Less thinking needed. You have your tits. You don't need to think.
You have your tits.
You don't need to think.
That's how our little secret is going to work, honey. See, whenever you get a little too overwhelmed, whenever you feel like you need to just turn your mind off, you have your own built-in stress balls right here.
Give your tits a squeeze, and it's shocking how easily those thoughts come to a halt.
Give your boobs a bounce, and isn't it easy to forget what was bothering you in the first place?
Give those pretty titties attention and focus, and you'll find yourself forgetting all about your thoughts...
"keep reading out loud, angel. don’t stop just because i’m inside you."
"that’s my good girl… stay focused on the textbook while i slowly fuck this pretty cunt. you can do both for me, can’t you ?"
"mm, you clenched when you got to that sentence. did my hard cock hitting that spot make it hard to concentrate, darling ?"
"no, no. eyes on the page. i’m just going to use you gently while you study. you’re allowed to whimper, but you have to keep reading."
"such a smart girl and such a perfect little toy at the same time. i love how wet you get when i’m helping you study like this."
"repeat that definition back to me, sweetheart… fuck, you feel so good. that's my good girl. now read the next paragraph while i fill you up nice and deep."
"you’re doing so well for me. my sweet, obedient girl… taking my cock and your studies at the same time. i’m so proud of you."
You've already brainwashed yourself with porn. You've turned yourself from an intelligent person into a mindless thing that rubs itself stupid to whatever its algorithm serves up. You're a slave to the internet, your brain smoothed over by people much smarter than you. Be a good puppet and keep rubbing for them
