Toy

I am a hypnotized toy. Or maybe not. It depends. I like the idea of being a toy. So this is a place to reblog those nice fantasy ideas. I’m an adult (female), and this is an adult space. I am bi, I lean toward men. This is a side blog, it works weirdly, but I love talking with people/potential play partners. Come play with me!!! (Offline life always comes first.)

[mjfleshlight]

make me ur fantasy. tell me how to do my makeup and hair and what clothes to wear. what are my hobbies? what position is my favourite? how loud do i moan? am i eager?

[achilleandawn]

I just want to give someone the slowest most dreamy head while they play a video game or yap about their special interest is that really so much for me to ask?

[remainmyservant]

Hydration break: you suck me while I watch the game.

[remainmyservant]

Extra time: aren’t you fortunate to have more time to worship?

[jukeboxemcsa]

Michelle Gets Wet for Janos

"I, uhh… I don't normally do that," Michelle murmured shyly, looking up at Janos with the last traces of his semen still lingering on her lips. Even she wasn't sure exactly what she was referring to--did she mean she didn't usually clamber into the shower with her clothes still on? Did she mean she'd never actually sucked a cock before, not just on the first date but ever? Did she mean she wasn't used to taking the whole thing down her throat, all the way to his heavy balls? Did she mean she had no idea she was going to climax when she felt him unload a torrent of jizz into her mouth? Those were all true, and it felt like her statement encompassed all of them and more.

But Janos didn't answer her. He just took his softening prick and rubbed it across Michelle's flushed and damp face, smearing a few drips of cum onto her skin that the shower spray quickly washed away. Michelle was acutely aware of the water soaking into her clothes, making her hair lie lank against her scalp, turning her into a wet and bedraggled mess at Janos's feet, and it occurred to her that she was absolutely going to have to stay the night now--as warm as it was in this muggy, steamy bathroom, it couldn't be more than ten degrees outside and going out like this was probably a death sentence. She felt a shiver of erotic bliss go down her spine at the notion of wandering around her date's apartment naked all night.

Or maybe it was being smeared with semen that did it. Even though it was only a last few trickles beyond what she'd already swallowed, even though it washed down the drain in mere seconds, Michelle was discovering that just the prospect of being… well, degraded, for lack of a better term… was making her impossibly, inexplicably wet. It felt incredibly hot to be so needy for her date's cock that when he excused himself to take a quick shower she walked right into the bathroom just a few minutes behind him. It felt absurdly, overwhelmingly sexy to kneel at his feet, the water from the spray dripping off his body and onto her as though she was being covered with his essence. And she… she'd really cum when his cock twitched and throbbed in her mouth, hadn't she? Michelle was anything but sexually experienced, even at twenty-seven, but that didn't seem normal.

It made a lot more sense when Janos finally purred, "Good girl," his voice so honeyed that Michelle's eyes rolled back in ecstasy just hearing it. That voice brought back memories of the coffee shop where they met, the comforting aroma of dark roast and the secluded corner making it easy to relax into his soothing tones and his deep blue eyes. He'd described their ideal first date to her, and… and she'd let it all slip somewhere into the back of her head, but it went just like this, didn't it? Right down to the way she leaned in to lick away the water dripping from his balls until he began to get hard again. Michelle sighed in utter contentment, certain now that she was doing the right thing, and began to earn her second orgasm of the night.

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[silvertongueddevil]

you know, I really enjoy denial. but, like… soft denial.

I don’t want to ruin your orgasm. I don’t want deprive you of such pleasure. I just absolutely need to hear how cute and needy and whiny you can get once you’re just so. fucking. close. to getting what you’ve been working for. you’ve been so good for me this whole time- following every direction, being so polite with your cries of “please” and “thank you” .

I just need to hear you beg a bit. that’s all.

your shaky, breathy whines of “please, I’m so close”, paired with full-body shaking, eyes shutting tightly, hips swaying back and forth involuntarily; just so desperate to cum.

after you’ve been so good for me, of course I’m going to allow you to cum. to make a fucking. mess. on me. for me. but I need to hear you beg first.

p.s.

god, I miss making somebody beg.

[olderbootbutch]

Why is slipping bathing suit bottoms to the side even hotter than slipping panties to the side? Is it that everybody sees you in your bathing suit but when you're in your underwear there's already an implied intimacy? Is it the reminder of how close to naked you really are in your bathing suit, how easy it is for me and how easy it would be for anybody to expose you, how vulnerable you are? That your pussy is right there and we all know it and it's only our good manners keeping you safe? Much to consider this summer.

[hypnoprofessor]

They’re here. How long until you’re home?

Lily looked up from the text from her wife to see which train stop she was at. Between Friday night crowds and some unexpected delays she was probably fifteen minutes away. She knew she was running late, but she also knew Master wouldn’t punish her for being late because of things outside her control

They’re setting something up with my computer monitor.

I’m excited.

Oopsies. I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.

Lily smiled to herself at her wife’s excitement. Inviting Master over on Friday nights had originally been Lily’s idea, and her wife had been nervous at first about the whole arrangement. Both ladies loved to be dominated, but neither had so much as a dash of dominance in their entire bodies. After much discussion, they agreed to try having someone else dominate the pair of them together. Master, whom Lily had played with several times in the past, fit the bill of what they were looking for to a T.

Baby, please hurry!!

They put two collars on the table

But I can’t put mine on until you get here!!!

Lily was biting her lower lip as she prayed for the train to just skip a couple stops and get her home faster. Her prayers went unanswered, but she did eventually get back to her apartment. She swung the door open to find her wife snuggled up in Master’s arms on the sofa.

“- So technically it’s no ones job but,” Master was saying, “Welcome home Lily.”

“Oh baby!” Lily’s wife jumped from the sofa to hug her. She gave Lily a big welcome home kiss, “This is late for Friday night. Did you have a lot of work at the office or something?”

“No, not that. Just the usual train delays.”

“Gugh! Don’t they know we have plans tonight.”

“I know, trains are so inconsiderate sometimes.” Lily looked past her wife towards Master before continuing, “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Master remarked. “Did you want to do anything before we started? Take a minute to unwind? Change out of work clothes? Get some water?”

“Huuum?” Lily looked at her casual Friday work-fit. “I mean, does the outfit matter? You’ll probably have us stripped naked before the evening’s done.”

“Your not wrong, but maybe I want you to be all pretty and dolled up for me,” Master feigned injury.

“You could always make me go get dolled up for you.” Lily pressed.

“Oh? I’m pretty sure I could make you do a lot of things.” Master rose from the sofa as they ordered, “Abby, hold your wife still for me.”

Lily felt the loving hug shift into a gentle hold. Her wife had pivoted behind her and pinned Lily’s arms to her side. It wasn’t painful or strong, just firm enough to tell Lily her wife was committed to holding her there. Lily watched Master approach her, and They stopped just in front of her. Master wasn’t taller than her, but she felt so small when They stood this close to her.

“Is someone in the mood to brat this evening?” Master asked.

“No Master,” Lily folded.

“Hahaha,” Master laughed. “I mean, I expected maybe a little resistance, but my goodness. You folded really quick.”

Lily huffed, “You don’t play fair. Making Abby hold me down for you. How could I not fold?”

“It’s really, really hot,” her wife chimed in. “Fuck, are you sure you don’t want to brat a little baby? I can hold you still while they work their words into your mind. Then you’ll slouch in my arms as you get all weak for them. Fuck, baby, could you maybe brat just a little?”

“Sweety, I’m so fucking wet from that,” Lily responded. “I want to do what they say so bad right now.”

“You want to obey me, is that right?” Master joined in.

“Yes!” Lily said.

“Fuck yes!” Her wife said in tandem.

“See these two collars?” Master held up two collars. “Put them on each other.”

Master handed the collars to Lily. They were leather, thick, and both had heart shaped clasps on the front. Lily took the collars gently, but her body was gnawing at the order she’d been given. Her wife had released the hold, and Lily spun to face the other woman. Her wife had the same hunger to obey in her eyes, and the two made quick work. Quickly affixing the collar around each other's necks. The snap of the clasp around her neck made Lily shiver.

“Good Girls,” Master said. “Now, come here.”

They were pointing at the computer set-up they’d been working on. One of the side tables had been pulled somewhat into the center of the living room, and on the table was Abby’s extra wide gaming monitor. It was currently locked, showing Abby’s screen saver of some RPG woman Lily couldn’t name.

As Lily took in the computer set-up she realized her body had moved to exactly where Master had been pointing. Her wife stood next to her, both of them facing Master awaiting more orders. Master looked at the two of them with that look They had when They were thinking something over. Their gaze fixed on Abby.

“Kneel in front of the computer, facing away from it,” Master ordered.

“Yes Master.”

Abby knelt as ordered. Lily hadn’t looked away from Master. She was aware that, with just a few teases and orders, They’d taken control of everything. Lily licked her lips in anticipation of what was planned for her.

Turning Their attention to Lily They said, “Kneel across from her. Facing the screen.”

“Yes Master.”

Lily did as she was told. Now facing her wife who partially blocked Lily’s view of the anime woman on the screen. Lily couldn’t help but smile back at her wife who was fidgeting eagerly. She could see the woman’s eyes flicking between Master and Lily and then back to Master.

Then the computer screen came to life and Master began to do something on it. They navigated through a few websites before finally reaching the end, and Lily felt her heart begin to race. Behind her wife’s beautiful head was a black and white spiral, specially designed to fill the extra wide monitor. Abby noticed Lily’s reaction and began to turn around.

“No peeking, Abby,” was all They had to say to stop the woman in her tracks. “Lily, you’re going to watch what I’ve put on. Abby, you’re going to watch what I’m doing to your wife.”

“Yes Master,” the women said in unison.

Spirals weren’t an instant loss for Lily like they were for her wife. But Lily would be a big liar if she tried to deny how hot and entrancing they were. Her eyes were already enticed by the spiral, and she knew she could still will herself to look away pretty easily. Of course she didn’t look away in part because she’d been ordered to stare and because of how the spiral was positioned.

The center of the spiral was obscured by her wife’s head. The slow, seductive spin pulled Lily’s attention to the beautiful face of her love. Specifically her wife’s beautiful hazel eyes. Every blink broke that hold over attention for a moment, but her gaze would be pulled back to the same spot. Staring directly into her wife’s eyes, with her peripheral being filled with a hypnotic spiral.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Master asked.

“Yeah…” Lily drawled.

“Mhmmm…” Abby muttered across from her.

“Soft and weak,” Master said.

The words wormed into Lily’s mind.

Soft and Weak.

She was those words. It was true. Master was right. Master was always right.

“Blank and still,” Master continued.

A faint awareness tickled Lily’s mind. She noticed her wife’s eyes were beginning to unfocus.

Is she… dropping to… me dropping?

Asking herself that took every ounce of energy in Lily. Once she asked it, she forgot the question.

Blank and Still.

Master was right. Master was always right. She couldn’t think. She was blank and still.

"Melting to my words. No need to resist. You wanted to give in. So you are. Whenever you're ready, you'll drop. Until then you listen. You follow. You hear. You obey. You stare. You watch.

"She's getting weaker. Isn't that right?"

"Yes Master," the two woman affirmed in unison.

“Watching her drop makes you weak.”

Lily watched her wife’s mouth droop. Her wife was so deep. So weak. So blank.

Lily wanted that.

Lily felt her mind willfully shutting down. Awareness being sabotaged by her own weakness.

Watching her drop makes me weak.

Lily had to drop. Be weak. Seeing her wife empty made her want to be empty.

“As you watch… “

Master continued talking, guiding her mind deeper. Lily was listening on some level, but was no longer thinking about it. If she was told what to think, she would. If she was told to do something, she’d obey. Beyond that, she was blank and still.

Watching her wife drop.

Dropping with her wife.

Blank and still.

Soft and weak.

That's all she was. She couldn't tell for how long, and she didn't care.

Awareness did trickle back in eventually. She was on the sofa, holding her wife closely in her arms. Only then noticing both of them were naked except for the collars they'd put on each other. Lily also noted her wife still had a far off stare and a dopey smile on her face; all the evidence Lily needed to know she was still under Master's sway. She looked to the other end of the sofa and saw Master sitting there.

"Is the session over?" tumbled out of Lily's mouth.

"Hm? What? No, "Master said. "Haha, not at all. I need a cool down after what we just did."

"Just did?" Lily struggled.

Half-memories danced at the edge of her mind. Blips of what she'd been doing. Dancing? Kneeling? Sucking? Licking? Her mind was still scattered and confused.

"You two are doing a perfect job serving," Master said.

"We are?" Lily smiled.

"Yes," Master continued. "And we aren't done. So focus on your wife. Notice how blank she is. How happy she is to blank, and empty, and open to my words. Watching her drop makes you weak."

Watching her drop makes me weak.

Master was right.

Master was always right.

The world melted away again, and Lily didn't wake up again until the following morning.

[flowing-between-space]

Make out until you fucking need to be inside her. Don't just put it in right away. Make yourself fucking crave it first. There should be nothing else you want more in that moment than to feel her pussy wrap around your cock. Being desperate for it makes it so much fucking better.

[trancemaster2024]

I don't want to rape you.

Rape is violence. Taking what I want simply because I'm bigger and stronger.

I want to hypnotize you.

I want to get your body by seducing your mind.

Turn your brain into mush. Make it so that the only thing you can do is listen to my words and obey.

Then I'll make you offer your body to me.

I'll make you beg me to take you in ways you previously thought was disgusting.

Put my cock so deep into your mouth you can't breath.

Not because I physically forced you.

But because you begged me to.

Your cunt dripping at the thought of me controlling you.

My words just relaxing your body and your mind until you can't resist me.

I could order you to betray your morals, your friends, yourself...and you would do so without a second thought.

No more cares, no more worries, no more stress. Just the pure joy of complete obedience.

And all you have to do is tell me, "Please hypnotize me"

[bun-after-dark]

God I love soft dumbification. The “let your thoughts go, you don’t need them” and “no thinking, that’s for me to do” I have to just obey when they’re being so sweet about it. How could I not let my brain be wiped when you’re so polite in telling me?

[bun-after-dark]

God I love soft dumbification. The “let your thoughts go, you don’t need them” and “no thinking, that’s for me to do” I have to just obey when they’re being so sweet about it. How could I not let my brain be wiped when you’re so polite in telling me?

[infinitelyhisgirl]

∞

[roughribo]

Baby girl, my cock belongs in your mouth more than your words do. Internalize that and memorize it. Repeat it in your head while I fuck it. Embody that mantra and practice it until one day the humiliation of it really sinks in as I cum straight down your throat. The degradation that you've been trained to wait for your turn to use your own mouth, something that most people will never deal with in their lives. The utter humiliation from realizing you not only like it, but you need to be kept obedient and subservient in this way to me. That your words are not more important than being a warm, wet hole for me to drain my balls into. My pleasure now takes precedence over your speech and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[dumb-trans-pigslut]

now just think logically about it. if your brain wasn't meant to be broken, why would it be so easy to do?

[jukeboxemcsa]

Rachel Just Can't Get Her Feet Under Her

Rachel woke up alone in a dark room, in an unfamiliar bed that was far too large for just her, with only fragmented and scattered memories of how she got there. She could feel semen leaking into her panties, and she had the vaguest recollection of someone pulling them to one side so they could plow her sopping cunt without going through the irritating business of removing them, but she couldn't remember whose cock she'd accepted and she had only the loosest and most notional understanding of anything that had happened since arriving at the club. She reached over, hoping to find the man she'd gone home with and at least ask him his name, but the vast expanse of the mattress was empty apart from her. That meant it was time to go.

She fumbled around in the darkness and finally found a lamp, switching it on and discovering to her dismayed surprise that she was wearing a whole different outfit from the one she'd dressed up in to go out… if you could call a set of peach stockings, matching garter belt and panties, and a bra that shaped and toned her small breasts an 'outfit'. Rachel didn't remember putting it on, and even more unnerving she didn't remember the kind of alcoholic consumption that would lead to this kind of all-encompassing blackout--Rachel wasn't a heavy drinker under any circumstances, at least not since her 21st birthday and a trip to the emergency room that scared her off of binge drinking pretty much for life, and the last few clear recollections she had were of ordering a single Pink Lady and smiling politely at the man who sat down next to her. It didn't imply this kind of scatterbrained amnesia.

Rachel slid out from between the sheets, deciding that whatever mental unpacking she needed to do could be done in the safety of her own home--she didn't think someone could have tampered with her drink, she was always so careful about that, but it was the only explanation that presented itself--but before she could even begin looking for her clothes, the bedroom door opened and a couple walked in. He was the man from the club last night, heavyset with an easy smiled and a ginger beard, and she was a chubby blonde who barely came up to his shoulders. And they were both naked, and the second Rachel saw his cock her legs went wobbly and she had to sit down before she fell down. Her buttocks still hit the floor with enough force to remind her of the spanking she'd apparently had the night before.

"There's a good girl," the man purred, in a voice that insinuated itself into the back of Rachel's mind in a manner that was all too familiar. Rachel nodded vacantly, but her eyes were already fixated on his stiffening prick and she felt like her consciousness was tunneling further and further away from reality with every passing moment. She was going away somewhere, to some hidden place deep inside her own head while her body stared unblinking at the mesmerizing cock in front of her and drool began to seep from her slack mouth, and even though it answered some of her questions Rachel also knew she'd wake up next time just as mystified. Assuming she woke up at all.

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[whinysushi]

It's always 'sucking him under the desk while he is gaming with his friends' but what about him eating me out while I'm gaming with my friends? My breaths getting heavier and turning into little whimpers and when my friends ask me if I'm okay, he just looks up to me with a devious smile on his face

[trancemaster2024]

Abso-fucking-lutlely

That pussy is MINE and get to play with it wherever and whenever I choose.

Game with your friends while I plant soft kisses on your inner thighs as I work my way up to tease your clit with my tongue

Dinner out as I reach under the table to finger you

At that social function where I’ve made you out in your remote vibrator

And each time I build you up and the stop. Just so you’ll whisper to me “Please, don’t stop”

[trancemaster2024]

WARNING: SPIRALS and FLASHING LIGHT

ANOTHER NIGHT ALONE

Tracy was spending another night alone in her dorm room. She had been here for two months and still had not made any real friends. Even her roommate was gone more often than she had been here, so they really hadn’t connected. Besides, Rhonda seemed to be the kind of girl that Tracy had avoided in High School.

Rhonda dressed provocatively. Tight shirts, often no bra and tight pants or short skirts. Basically a whore and Tracy had promised her parents not to hang out with that kind of girl.

So here she was scrolling through the new website she had found called tumblr. It was definitely not something her parents would approve of. And, quite frankly, Tracy herself would have been shocked by it just a few weeks ago. Most of it was harmless enough but it didn’t take much digging to find the more “adult” content.

And in that dark side of tumblr she had found posts about hypnosis. At first it had been a curiosity, but the spirals and pretty colors relaxed her.

Now she was seeking it out to distract her from her social isolation. The comfortable feeling of staring at the hypnotic images helped her fall asleep. She’d wake up refreshed the next morning, ready to take in the day.

She was scrolling through the site when she got a notification from of DM from one of her favorite bloggers and she clicked on it without even thinking about it.

She couldn't remember seeing this one before. It was so pretty and so unique. She felt herself falling down the rabbit hole of relaxation. She didn't know how long she stared but then another message came in.

"How are you?" it read.

She responded as she had been programmed to, "Ready to obey."

"Good girl."

Tracy felt the pulse between her legs to those words. It made her feel even more relaxed and ready to obey.

"Come to Kelso Hall, room 324."

She typed back. "I understand. I will come"

Tracy got out of bed and left her phone behind. Dressed only in a T shirt and running shorts she left her dorm room and made it across campus. It was after 11 so the grounds were pretty deserted, not that she really noticed.

Tracy knocked on the door and just stood there. The door opened and there was Rhonda, only wearing a crop top and a pair of panties

"Glad to see you could make it." Rhonda said.

"I'm here as I was commanded. Do you have any further orders for me Mistress?"

"Yes, my friends and I need someone to entertain us. Come on in and entertain us.'

Tracy entered the dorm room. The other women in the room were in various states of undress. They all looked at Tracy with hunger in their eyes.

"Strip out of your clothes."

"Yes Mistress." Tracy pulled her t-shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. She hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her shorts and pushed them down her legs and then stepped out of them.

Rhonda took her by the hand and led her over to the bed. She sat behind Tracy and put her hand between her legs and pushed a finger into her cunt.

Tracy caught her breath. The memories of her Mistress playing with her came back. The warmth of her trance deepened as Rhonda started to finger fuck her.

Tracy dropped even deeper. It felt so good to obey her Mistress. It felt so good to be a whore for her Mistress. It felt so good to not be alone. To be useful. To be used.