Becki's a Spiral-Eyed Doll
In her imagination, Becki's eyes were always full of spirals whenever she laid back on the bed. She knew it wasn't literally true, she'd seen pictures of herself with her head hanging over the edge and her tongue out in that perfect cocksocket pose that always made her pussy so wet, but it was always such a compelling image that she had to go in and Photoshop little black-and-white swirls over her own mesmerized gaze. It was how she pictured hypnosis in her mind, long before she realized it was actually a real and achievable kink, and it was so compellingly erotic to think of herself as a spiral-eyed dolly that she spent a lot of her free time just trying to get the look of it exactly right.
Not that her eyes stayed open for all that long, of course. She usually felt them slipping shut somewhere around the time the first cock entered her mouth, sliding smoothly and effortlessly down her throat thanks to the angle her head was at and allowing her to offer up her face to be fucked by Master or one of his friends. Becki's cunt always throbbed so hard whenever Master's friends used her like that, feeling so much emptier and needier when she had the direct comparison of her other cocksocket and its visceral fullness--Becki never realized just how much she'd love being a denied doll with an oral fixation until she started playing with Master and actually wound up begging him to keep his hands away from her pussy. Something about the inherent subjugation of being unable to pleasure herself just scratched that itch in the back of her brain better than sex ever could.
They'd talked about getting a chastity belt for her, and Becki admitted that the pictures of her with her head over the edge of the bed and all of Master's friends just lining up to skullfuck her would be even hotter with a stainless steel plate preventing her from touching herself… but in a lot of ways, it made her so much wetter to know that absolutely nothing held her back from rubbing her cunt to one furious climax after another beyond Master's irresistible, unbreakable hypnotic control. She felt so deliciously weak with her clitty throbbing and pulsing uselessly away between her slick thighs, knowing that her hands simply refused to move down there and release that constant simmering lust, and it was really no wonder that the rest of his suggestions took hold so easily. Becki had proof that she couldn't fight him even if she wanted to, because her cunt wanted her to rub so badly and Master's control was stronger than that.
And Becki put every last bit of that desperation into sucking cock, so much so that Master had to turn her into a free-use slut for all his friends to keep her oral fixation satiated. He had men over every night to play video games and watch television and just hang out, and whenever one of them needed his balls drained they came into the bedroom where Becki was waiting in deep trance to skullfuck her until they nutted straight down her throat, and it all made Becki so wet and squirmy and delightfully happy to be useful. She knew she could safeword at any time, she knew all this had been negotiated with her enthusiastic consent… but in her mind she pictured herself totally helpless, with her eyes turned into spirals and her mouth turned into a fleshlight, and she couldn't imagine wanting anything more.
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