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 :)
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.”
Pokemon trial but you have to be strapped down and take bigger and bigger Pokemon cock at each stage. Maybe they start with something vaguely humanish too. Machoke or Mr. Mime. You feel hands gripping your hips, the cock railing you until you cum and it fills you with its own. You're panting, shuddering but it's fine, you're fine.
Houndoom or Mightyena is next, you feel the rough fur on your back, the pointed tip jabbing at your cervix with each thrust, your eyes roll back in your head as you feel the taboo orgasm coming. You scream when it knots you but cum again, clenching around it, your body sucking its cum into your womb.
You've barely recovered from being knotted when you hear hooves on the floor. You want to struggle but you can't move. It's a Rapidash or Zebstrika, maybe a Musdale, you start to beg for this not to happen, you're asked if you want to stop, to fail the trail. You're so close you think, you can do this right? You shake your head, your body is adjusted to the the right height. An inhuman sound rips out of you as the long, flared cock breeches your cunt. Your screams soon turn to cries of pleasure at the strong, deep thrusts and you cum so hard you squirt for the first time. You're sure you must pass out because when you come back to yourself your cunt is twitching, empty, dripping with horse cum.
You can't imagine what's next, what could possibly be bigger, when Salamence is brought in. You're nearly broken, you sob softly as your shifted back down and the massive dragon-type splits you open. The feeling is indescribable, it feels like it shouldn't fit, like your cunt will never be the same. It rocks into you, grinding almost, forcing you to feel every inch deep inside your cunt. You cum on it over and over as it fucks you the longest of all the Pokemon so far. You lose your voice, tears of overstimulation stream down your cheeks until finally, finally, after untold minutes or even hours it floods you with its seed, your womb starts to bloat from the multiple loads of Pokecum you've taken.
You're exhausted, fuck drunk but that's only four, there's one left you know and you whine softly as best you can with your ravaged voice.
The final Pokemon is legendary, somehow impossibly, it has two cocks, it forces them both into your holes, your unprepared asshole feels like it's going to split in two as your cunt is pushed to its limits. You'd scream if you could but then you feel the creature in your mind, taking it over, making you pliant and willing, you mentally beg for more, for it to make you its completely. It fucks you in long, deep, slow thrusts wringing incredible pleasure out of your body, breaking your mind completely. You've "passed" the trial, you're a full-blown Pokeslut now. The Legendary owns you body and mind, you live for it and the pleasure it brings you. Lucky you.
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
I have an important question for the supervillainess
How long, in your opinion, is the perfect time for hypnotism to take?
An instant fall to control? Full resisting all the way as they are played, mind and body wanting two different things until they... Snap? Or an erosion of will to the other persons control?
And even then... How long should it be, if it isn't instant?
To me they are all lovely but I'm curious, if you where Goldilocks... What would be the bowl that is "just right"?
The boring answer for me to say would be it depends on the target and the situation~ A drawn out, gradual breakdown of mind and morals can be just as adorable as the poor naive hero instantly faltering to the flick of a wrist~ An instant loss thrall<33
But I think I am generally in favour of a long term hypnotic approach<3 The slow fall into submission, the beautiful sight of a mind kicking back and resisting, biting and screaming and screaming against the idea of their own body betraying them~ That has always been what makes hypnosis most entertaining for me<3
Perhaps the first blast of mind control quickly takes over and they get a glimpse of this euphoric blissful state, when they resist and snap back out of it, they’re stuck with the truth. No matter how much they claim to want to fight and keep their mind as their own, they loved that feeling of freedom, the sensation of their mind buckling and being taken by someone else. That lingering thought can eat away in the back of their mind as they’re exposed to more and more forms of induction and hypnosis~
I think a month is perfect to reel in your average target<3 more than enough time to get to know them, to press all their buttons, see them kick and bite; before the inevitable collapse, that beautiful moment when they buckle and give in to your control~ The back and forth struggle with mind and body having ended as their old self fully erodes to give way to a new them produced from a wonderful series of sessions together<33
