I wanna be out in front of a projector that has a pretty pink spiral,on all fours with a camera on a counter while someone fucks me from behind.
Every time my head drops or my eyes are shut for to long they slap my ass or my tits to get me to stare at the spiral again. Whispering in my ear how I’m their good little pornstar, giving me instructions on how to put on a better show for the camera. Joe their gonna make me a star, just for them to make me forget about it after they cum inside me.
unfortunately for a lot of creeps on here, i might be brainwashed and conditioned to obey, but i'm also brainwashed and conditioned to have excellent subject agency
so if you try to drop me without my consent, the only thing that's going to be triggered is the block button and me telling you to fuck off :)
need to be reduced to a thoughtless cumslut shared and railed by a throng of demonic mindbreaking monsters that make my brain empty and my body pliant as they thrust my pussy full..
wanna be corrupted.. dumbed down... made worse. wanna be taught to enjoy all of Your dirtiest, most depraved kinks. wanna become a mindless pet, edging to dark fantasies that you'd never really enact... would You?
warnings: 500 words // nsfw - gn!doc running sexual tests on volunteer fem!reader // drugged w/aphrodisiac, bondage, orgasm torture, mindbreaking, anal & vaginal penetration with fucking machines, magic wand on clit, vibrating nipple clamps, passing out, extreme overstim
A pinch in your thigh wakes you up. A hand cups your chin; a warm brush of a thumb skates over your parted lips. Something wet smears–it’s cold and sweet. Familiar.
The pulsing stars low, where that pinch hit your thigh. It’s a feather-light touch on your nerves like a kiss of wind. But it sinks deeper. Past the layers that make up you and fall right into your very core. The dark room caging you in flashes back to you; the hand on your chin brings its thumb into your mouth and presses down on your tongue. It’s like second nature to suck on it, whining as it moves in and out of you.
You’re there for a quick buck–that’s it. An advertisement for a couple grand for a day’s work at the lab testing medicine. You’d signed a bunch of forms when you got there, drank some water, then they brought you down to the basement where they were running the tests.
That’s where you are–their basement. Completing those tests. The medicine….
“Oh, shh, shh, shh,” someone coos, pumping their thumb back into your mouth when you whine. Whatever was injected into you shoots out through you and spreads like wildfire. It erupts to something latching your ankles and wrists to the chair. Up to your chest you find bare when you look down past the hand on your chin. Bare and sweaty, clamps latched onto your nipples that, as the injected thing ripples through you, makes you scream. Your nipples ache and throbbed, and the clamps begin to vibrate. But that’s not all.
You stare down at your lap, naked as the rest of you, the head of a magic wand poking out and nuzzled right up against your cunt. Beneath you, you feel them move. Thick and vibrating, pulsing, pushing into your cunt first, then slowly retreating, right as the other slides into your ass.
The wand turns on.
The room goes white. The vibrators pump into you abruptly faster, wringing a gushing climax out of you that blinds you. You scream around the thumb in your mouth before it pulls out, and you thrash in the chair when nothing stills or pauses. They pat your cheek.
“Didn’t think you were going to make it through the whole test,” they muse. “But a second shot is allowed. Now–”
Their words are gone. The vibrators pump into you hard and fast, the wand is latched in place, staying up against your aching, sensitive clit. Every writhe and squirm you do ends up humping the toy, and there’s no lifting off of the overwhelming assault. It wrings another orgasm out of you–painful in its pleasure, making you shudder and sob. Tears streaking down your cheeks, but it doesn’t stop.
You don’t want it to.
The strength of the vibrations on your nipples click up a notch.
The hand pats your shoulder.
“Just a few more hours,” they say, sitting back to take notes. “Then we’ll be done if you want to be.”
Sometimes I forget what my life has become since transition. Since I found community and love and my sexuality.
But then on mornings like these, when I'm idly getting myself off one last time as my two fucked-out hounds repeat mantras I've planted in their heads together. I realize how surreal life has become. I own the most amazing doll in the world. My hounds are second-to-none.
I am the luckiest handler and goddess, dollmaker and administrator, owner and mommy (And sometimes, daddy 😘 ).
And I love each and every one of those that make me these things. I wouldn't be a dollmaker without my doll. I wouldn't be a Handler without my hounds. I wouldn't be a dom without my subs.
For each dom out there who reads this. Show your playthings just what they mean to you today. I'm the ways you know they'll feel it in their heart.
And for each sub that reads this. Tell your owner, your god, your goddess, just how much being theirs has helped you.
We might play games of violence. Or games of cruelty. We might play games if parenting or pet ownership. But it doesn't matter how cruel or how affectionate our play is. There is something deep at it's core.
For those that it is love, show it today.
And for those that it is respect, please do the same.
Thinking of having an emotional support person, but not in the way it's usually talked about.
It's my psychiatrist who prescribed one to me, after he ran out of options with meds, he said it'd at least be another tool for me to use. I don't like the idea at all. It sounds immoral. But he reassures me that it's all by choice and that it's like a paid job for them. That they personally offered to be my e.s.p.
Thinking about how our relationship starts off rocky, me too untrusting and anxious to allow them close to do their job. But they're good at this. And so they slowly break down my walls. Starting off gentle and soothing, with slow steps and professional distance.
And then it changes- "You should let me make your decisions for you." They bring up while I'm rummaging through my fridge to find something to pack for lunch. "What?" "With just the small things. I think it might help with your stress levels. One less thing to worry about." They say it so casually. And it sounds nice to have one less thing on my plate, so I agree.
But what starts as just my outfit and lunches turns into when I take a shower and go to the bathroom. They brush my teeth for me now. When someone talks to me, they respond for me and I just repeat whatever they said. They coo at me and reassure me that I don't need to do any thinking. They're here to help me after all. That's all they're doing. It's so sweet of them to take on something like that for me. They don't even worry about asking me before they put in my two weeks notice, and inform me I'll just be moving in with them. Work is just too much stress for me to handle, "Say thank you master." "Thank you, Master." I have the best e.s.p ever, they just care so much about me. <3
Yes mindbreaking a sub by fucking then so hard and good is incredible, I cannot overstate that enough, but imagine the dom being mindbroken, whoever they're fucking is so unbelievably incredible it melts their brain into sludge and made into a complete grunting mess for a few minutes (or few hours...) where all they can do or think about doing is just going to town again, but they can't because they're sooooooo tired.
