NEOToymakerBlog

If the name sounds vaguely familiar, yes, this is toymakerblog.  The powers that be decided to nuke the previous one.  Need to be a little less nudery in my posts.  Blank or spam blogs will be shown the door, as will blogs with no info. This where my dark side comes out for fresh air, but I wish to keep secret, so I don't give out my name or any personal info.  50M heterosexual into erotic hypnosis, mind control, robots, dolls, that sort of stuff. Enjoy your programming, doll.  *click*

[neotoymaker]

It occurs to me I haven't done one of these posts so, here we go.

About me:

Early 50s cis, hetero male, living in the hellhole that used to be the United States (I refuse to call this place "America" because we are only part of that).

Somehow finding robots arousing (before I was even old enough to know what that was), led to the old Yahoo groups about asfr. That led to erotic hypnosis, which led to finding out I have quite the corruption/mind control kink.

Things that I don't like: Racism, misogyny, bullying, treating others like shit, non consensual play.

(see: your typical Trump voter)

Not into blood, stool, or physical violence, aside from small stuff like a cute spank or firm hair pull.

There's probably more, but I can't think of it right now because I have the mind and recall of a goldfish.. yay for ADHD and probably autism. 🫤

I think that's part of why the corruption and erotic hypnosis appeal to me. It's putting some stability where there is chaos. We usually read about the subjects needing that to "quit their mind", here, but for those of us on the other side of the dynamic, it helps to calm and give consistency to our world as well.

RESPECT AND CONSENT FIRST. ALWAYS.

[jukeboxemcsa]

The Second Jackie

Jackie knew she could get a little bit focused on her work sometimes--her ability to tune out distractions was mostly a blessing, but every so often she was prone to getting startled when one of her co-workers tried to get her attention only to find that drastic measures were needed to interrupt the connection between Jackie's brain and her laptop screen. So she wasn't exactly surprised when she didn't notice someone walking past her until they leaned in to give her breasts a casual squeeze, even though she was shocked by the actual behavior… but she was very surprised to look up and see another Jackie walking away from her.

Or at least, that was what it looked like. Jackie couldn't be sure--after all, she was only seeing the woman from the back, and that was an angle she hadn't seen herself from outside of a few experiences in changing rooms. But she was dressed identically to Jackie, and her hairstyle was the same, and she even walked with a gait that Jackie was surprised to discover she recognized, and that was confusing and astounding enough even before she added in the casual grope that she found herself springing up out of her seat and following the other woman without even bothering to lock her screen. She had to know how it was possible. She had to know how there was another Jackie in the room, in the building, in her existence.

But the other Jackie wasn't making it easy for her. She didn't run, not exactly, but she kept up a brisk pace that the real Jackie couldn't match without making it obvious that she was chasing. And unlike this interloping stranger who was there to usurp her life and toy with her body, Jackie had to keep up appearances. She was at work, she couldn't just fling herself down the hallways and tackle someone like the hero of an action movie, not without raising awkward questions about her behavior and her state of mind that might affect her next raise or promotion. So she walked as fast as she could feasibly manage, keeping pace with her doppelganger until the woman who looked just like her ducked into a supply room and closed the door.

Jackie smiled tightly and went in after her, but she was momentarily confused to find the small room empty… until the door closed again behind her and a delicate hand pressed a button in the handle to lock out anyone who might interrupt them. The other Jackie had been standing behind the door, just waiting for her, and suddenly this entire experience felt incredibly sinister in a way that sent a cold chill of terror down the real Jackie's spine. "W-who are you?" she stammered, backing away from her twin, and it was only when her shoulder blades hit the wall that she realized just how very little space she had to retreat in here.

The stranger smiled coldly, reaching out to grope and fondle Jackie's tits with an intimate knowledge of her personal hot buttons that swiftly left the brunette trembling and weak. "I'm a Jackie, sweetie, just like you are," she murmured, her voice devoid of sympathy. "But I'm a Jackie who's already been activated, who knows her place and her purpose, and I think it's time you knew it too. Time to stop dreaming, girl. Time to forget all that silly nonsense about being a person and wake to your true instructions." Her hands roamed all over Jackie's body, sliding past the waistband of Jackie's sensible business skirt and diving into her panties, and Jackie slowly sank to her knees as she felt something vast and dark and terrible beyond the horizon of all that pleasure. And already she knew that she wouldn't be able to resist whatever was going to happen to her.

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[dumbndiseased]

A need to have an on and off button for my mind has been overtaking me lately. *Zap* and I have no concious thoughts beyond basic survival, all floaty and mindless until the remote turns back on again.

It'd be such a shame if someone were to take the remote from me and keep me as a brainless pet to use as they please. Watch me move through task without a shred of dignity, be used like a toy until I'm ruined with a blank stare on my face. Maybe eventually turning my brain back on to watch the panic of what I've become set in until I'm begging to become a brainless pet once again.

[hypnogod]

Dropping herself into hypnosis by saying the word “sleep” 🌀

[neotoymaker]

Very few things are as pleasurable as turning you off when you don't expect it, hun.

Good doll.

Master is your world.

*click*

[hexeosis]

[neotoymaker]

PROGRAM MODE, doll.

Safe. Peaceful. Docile. Empty. Blank. Mine.

Programming is purpose.

Programming is identity.

Good doll.

Master is your world.

*click*

[switchingdesires]

Being manipulated is not a bad thing. I just means your Owner is shaping your thoughts and behavior to be more good girl appropriate. You should be thankful for that.

[weterpete]

Um no I'm pretty sure those are both switches

[spookyscarysnails]

[leighlew3]

ALL. OF. THIS.

[republicansaretheproblem]

[misterlemonzlime]

misterlemonzlime.tumblr.com/archive

[toyreads]

I really enjoy corruption.

And here's the thing, it's because if it's done well it's so subtle and imperceptible. Manipulation without subtlety is really just pressure and aggression.

I hate pressure; but I love manipulation.

Some of this might be because I'm an overthinker. So once something is clearly and wholly on the table I can't let it go. My brain is the mental equivalent of a dog with a bone.

I will analyze and dissect and evaluate until I have wrung every ounce of interest and eroticism from a concept.

Sometimes this comes from performance anxiety concerns or logical planning in an attempt to alleviate my anxiety.

Other times it comes from my complicated sexuality; utterly infatuated and aroused by control and generally disgusted by conventional sexual activity.

And so corruption and manipulation fall into the perfect approach. Because I just don't need to think about it. You can convince me that I am interested, that I'm aroused, that I am compelled and I will follow willingly and happily never realizing that this is not the path I would have chosen for myself. And if and when I do realize it only turns me on more. It's that whole control fetish...

[shinysensations]

[neotoymaker]

Form AND function.

Peaceful and content... just how you are programmed to be.

Good doll.

"Master is my world."

*click*

[saywasp]

saywasp for Cou Cou Intimates

[hypno-curious]

Your mind drifts back to the words in his email. Mind quiet again.

[lambdanets]

usb port on my lower back that lets you plug in a keyboard and write stuff directly into my train of thought.

and yes it works with one of those usb keystroke generator drives that work autonomously as long as plugged in, dont get any funny ideas.

any im gonna take a nap with my back exposed

[rimonoroni2]

what people don’t understand about how adhd is disabling is that it’s not just getting temporarily distracted from, like, school work or hobbies. it’s getting distracted/being unable to motivate yourself to go to the doctor, eat regularly, do hygiene tasks, etc. it’s not knowing when or how long it will take you to do something, ANYTHING, and in many cases that thing is taking a shower or keeping your house from turning into a biohazard. it’s about being fundamentally incapable of controlling your attention and focus on anything, even and especially things you need to do to survive.

[neotoymaker]

Form AND function.

Safe. Peaceful. Docile. Mine.

When you know deep down that "you" are nothing more than lines of code I put in you.

Good doll.

"Master is my world."

*click*

[only-pleasure-is-real]

Hot idea:

Condition your service top to gradually fall in trance while fucking you. Enjoy them becoming blanker and blanker with every thrust. Command them to cum when you are totally satisfied with their services. They will be a drooling mess after that and you will both be happy.

[swirlsandtwirls-deactivated2025]

Oh fuck……

[bound-by-the-devil]

“Doll” as a title is so underrated. Aren’t you just something so darling and cute that I have to play with? Aren’t you just so brain dead that you move how I want, say what I want, and act how I like? What is a doll if not the perfect little plaything.