I'm a 22 year old man and this is my blog with pictures of my ideal sex toy a brainless bimbo slut with a body made for pleasing whoever happens to be around feel free to ask questions or submit.
My arms are tied behind my back and I'm sitting on a bench with my legs straddling it. I'm blindfolded and gagged, with no idea what to expect.
Suddenly, I hear the sound of footsteps and a deep, silky voice calls out, "Darling, how are we feeling?" I whimper into the gag as I feel him come closer. I flinch when his fingers dance lightly across my skin as he cups my tits before flicking my nipples.
"I want to play a game," he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. "You see, I invested in a lovely little something that's supposed to make little toys like you so desperate and so horny that you can only focus on cumming. But I want to see if that's true, and if so, how powerful it can be."
I can hear him rustling around and the metal clinking of different things makes me even further on edge. I whimper and flinch when I feel him rub something cold against my arm and the smell of rubbing alcohol hits my nose. Before I can process what is going on, I feel the sting of a needle going into my arm. He'd injected me.
It doesn't take long for me to figure out that he'd injected me with an aphrodisiac, the "investment" he'd mentioned. I can feel my whole body heating up, my nipples harden into peaks, my clit pulses, and I feel my pussy clench rhythmically. I'm panting slightly as I feel my body completely overwhelmed with need and I know that if he were to take my gag out, I'd be begging him to touch me, fuck me, please make me cum.
I can feel my pussy leaking onto the bench, creating a puddle. He laughs softly from behind me and suddenly, I feel his hand wrap around my throat. He tightens his grip slightly, restricting my airway just enough to make breathing a little more difficult and the lack of oxygen makes me even dizzier with need.
"I want to see if you'll pick your needy little cunt over your need to breathe," he murmurs darkly. I'm too delirious to fully comprehend what that means as my hips start to thrust slightly, desperately trying to create some kind of friction on my clit to relieve the pressure.
He lets go of my throat and I gasp as much as I can over the gag. I feel him walk away for a brief moment before he's back. He brushes something lightly over my neck and I realize it's rope. He loops the rope over my head and wraps it around my neck, tying it loosely. Then, I feel him walk away again and I hear the sound of more rustling and I start feeling slight tugs on the rope. The tugs become more insistent and I have to stand up from the bench I'm straddling just to keep it from choking me.
Eventually, I feel the tugs stop, but now I realize that he'd tied the other end of the rope so high up that I can't sit back down without restricting my own breathing by essentially hanging myself. I hear him laugh as he watches me, "Have you figured it out yet, honey? Maybe this will help."
I hear the buzzing of a vibrator break the silence and then I feel it. He presses the bulb of the toy against my clit and I moan deeply as my hips start to move. He pushes the vibrator hard against my clit and I'm whimpering from the pleasure. The aphrodisiac has made me so sensitive and needy that the few seconds of the vibrator has pushed me to the brink of an orgasm. But before I can fully enjoy it, he pulls it away. I whine into my gag and beg as best as I can.
"Now, here comes the fun part," he says, "I'm going to put this vibrator right here on the bench. Right where your little clitty would be if you were sitting. Now the only problem is, if you want to sit, you're going to have to choke yourself with that rope. And that is the game." He laughs darkly as the realization of my predicament hits me.
I desperately try to rub my thighs together to relieve some of the burning need but it doesn't help. My clit is throbbing at the idea of the vibrator, and I'm so, so needy that I can feel my pussy clenching.
I tentatively try to lower myself down a little bit. I can barely feel the vibrator brushing my clit before I reach the limit of the rope. I whimper when the severity of my predicament hits me. The slight sensation of the vibrator is making my eyes roll but it doesn't help to relieve any of the need that's been building up inside of me.
I can feel my body begging my mind to rearrange its priorities. I'm so desperate to cum that I'm willing to deprive my body of oxygen just so I can make this need go away. If I were more coherent, I would be humiliated by myself, but right now, I'm too far gone to care.
The desperate part of my brain takes over and I let myself sit down fully onto the vibrator. A choked gasp leaves me, both from the relentless pleasure that overwhelms me and from the tight rope around my neck that restricts my airway. The rope isn't tight enough that I can't breathe at all, but it's enough to make my head spin.
I vaguely hear him laugh but all I can focus on is the pleasure rushing through me. I can feel myself barreling towards an orgasm and if I had more air, I'm sure I would be screaming and moaning from all the sensation. I feel my face redden from the lack of oxygen and I'm becoming lightheaded. I'm so close to cumming but before I can push myself over that edge, I feel my body lift up from the vibrator as my instinct to breathe kicks in. Air floods my lungs as the rope loosens and I feel tears well up in my eyes. My own body betrayed me, picking oxygen over my orgasm.
He laughs in delight, "Oh poor honey, looks like you don't want to cum that badly yet."
I'm panting and shaking slightly, my legs barely having enough strength to keep my body up. I want to sob at how unfair it all is but I'm too focused on drawing in as much air as possible.
"Hm, let's tip the balance honey," he says and I feel him wipe my arm again with an alcohol wipe. I whine when I feel the second injection. He dosed me again. Immediately, I feel the effects of the aphrodisiac grow exponentially. My pussy flutters and my clit pulses even harder. The need multiplies inside of me, pushing me towards the brink of my sanity.
I'm so desperate that I don't hesitate this time when I sit down onto the vibrator. I feel my eyes roll up into my head as the sensation on my clit pushes me toward the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. The lack of oxygen makes everything more sensitive, and I let out a gurgled scream when my orgasm hits, my pussy spraying my release all over the bench and the vibrator. I let myself ride out the orgasm before I get my feet back under me, standing to let myself breathe and to let my clit recover a little from the onslaught of stimulation.
I'm panting from the rope and the orgasm as I shake slightly. But as my orgasm fades, the need rebuilds. "Oh honey, you're going to need more orgasms than just one to burn through all the drugs in your system." His voice barely breaks through the haze in my mind, and I briefly wonder what I must look like right now, tied up and strung out.
My body drops back onto the bench and I let the vibrator ravage my clit, relieving some of the torturous need inside of me while I gasp for air that just won't go into my lungs. I chase every orgasm like this, pressing myself to the vibrator for as long as I can before the need for air forces me to leave it behind. I cum three more times but still, the drug-induced need doesn't fade, despite the overstimulation that makes me want to stop.
I'm crying after my fourth orgasm, face permanently pink from the stimulation and air restriction. Suddenly, I feel his hands on my shoulders, gently massaging my neck. I whimper when I feel him step closer to me and I let myself lean into him.
"Are you enjoying the game, honey?" He murmurs into my ear before kissing the side of my neck softly. I whine in response and before I can even get my bearings, he shoves me down onto the vibrator. I'm not prepared this time and I lose what little air I have in a scream. He doesn't seem to care as he pushes my body down onto the vibrator, keeping me from coming up for air. I'm writhing, the vibrator pushing me toward another orgasm as I gasp uselessly.
He's too strong for me and I can't do anything but accept the overwhelming pleasure and lack of oxygen. The lightheadedness makes my head spin when my body clenches as I cum. My cunt flutters around nothing and my clit burns with overstimulation. He doesn't let up, forcing me to ride out this orgasm as another builds quickly. I don't even know if it's a separate orgasm or a continuation of the earlier one when my pussy gushes again and squirts all over the bench. I'm shaking as my vision goes white and the overwhelming pleasure and lack of oxygen breaks me. I feel myself fade out of consciousness as my body goes limp under his hands.
I wake up to my body burning from soreness. I'm cradled in his arms in bed and he smiles at me when he sees I'm awake. His lips meet mine and I press myself closer against him, ignoring my groaning muscles. "Did you like our game, honey?" He whispers to me. "I loved it."
Gertrude McPrude (@stephaniebimbotits) is a devout Christian and staunch moral conservative is the CEO and founder of TITS (Toxicity In Television Stories) an organization dedicated to the removal and banning of all the profane, lewd, sexual media and violent video games.
Mrs. McPrude is married however she very seldom lays with her husband in the biblical way because they have decided against kids… this wicked and lustful world isn’t worth risking their eternal souls in. Her whole life’s mission is dedicated to ending the cause of all problems (no not capitalism, porn and video games!)
Mrs. McPrude arrived back to her home after testifying to congress on behalf of TITS - Congress is hoping to use her organization to pass the HOLY act (nationwide ban on porn and video games). Gertrude walks in and finds her husband gone away on business. She goes to her study to start reading some scripture when she gets a text from her husband, “Hey I’m at the hotel and I could really use something to help clear my head could you please send me something sexy?”
Men… gosh they can only think with their p*nis and it’s despicable she thinks and texts back, “You know I can’t do that please just go read some scripture and fight that lust! Remember we have our annual intimate time planned for our anniversary in 5 months!”
“Ok I understand, speaking of the anniversary I did order something and I would love to see if it fits right? It’s in the bedroom dresser top drawer - could you please try it on and let me know?”
Gertrude sighs and rolls her eyes what on earth could this be… last time it was some ridiculously lust inducing lingerie that she REFUSED to wear. She opens the dresser top drawer and sees a bright pink collar with a heart linked chain.
“What on earth is this? Something for the dog? And where did you buy this? You better not have been on some sex toy website or even worse in a sex shop!”
“Scott from Trinity Baptist sent it to me, I figured it could spice up your bedroom look a bit please just try it on?”
Gertrude relents and puts the collar on.
“Ok it’s on - it fits decently well it is a little tight how exactly is this supposed to spice up the bedroom?”
“I was hoping you’d let me pull on the chain because I can’t pull your hair or grab the back of your head?”
Gertrude stared at the text… Outrageous this is some kind of ploy for me to give him a blowjob again she thought. She had done it only once on their wedding night and it was disgusting having his hard penis inside her wet mouth.
“When would you even be behind me to pull the chain?”
“Well there is a position where I could pound your pussy from the back? You get on all fours like a good little slut and arch your back and stick your fat perfect ass out so I can fuck your brains out!”
“Umm who the actual fuck do you think you are talking to like that? I need you to pump the brakes. I have never and will never talk to each other in that kind of filthy dirty talk”
“re-read my message and tell me it doesn’t sound like a good time also I’m stroking my cock right now and could use a picture of you in your collar please?”
Gertrude obeys and goes back up to reread the messages as commanded and notices “Trinity Baptist” and remembers just last week a prominent pastor from that church posted several photos of herself in extremely slutty lingerie on instagram with a blasphemous caption - “I love worshipping cock! 💕” that topic was apart of the congressional hearing she was speaking at earlier. How a respectful God fearing woman became such a ravenous cock addicted slut was beyond all understanding.
Gertrude McPrude reread her husbands texts
She thinks of how good it could feel to submit to her Mast-Husband’s Lust… she pictured herself being on her knees staring up at his hard cock - her leash in his hands - her mouth is watering… wait a minute… is she actually drooling just imagining sucking cock? She feels an intense warmth spreading on her panties and realizes her pussy is dripping wet.
Go look at yourself in the mirror I bet whatever you are wearing right now isn’t slutty enough.
The text came from out of nowhere daddy must’ve seen the hearing she was in on the news. She looks at herself in the mirror - her knit sweater was buttoned all the way up… Master is always right! Her giant perfect tits were completely hidden she wasn’t nearly slutty enough!
“How am I, for the love of all that’s holy, making any cock hard without showing off my phenomenal tits?” she thought.
Gertrude needs to make a few changes!!
“Daddy I am going to go to the store and get some things what do you want your slut to be wearing?”
“Something pink to match your collar - I want your look to be screaming ‘I belong to my master’s cock’ - surprise and impress me.”
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“I’m ready to worship your cock daddy! When you get home I will be on my knees dressed like the cock loving whore I am!! I am ready and eager to make you cum anywhere you want using all of my holes! 💕”
“Good Goonette! Post those photos on Instagram for me - I want the world to know the CEO of TITS is taking the company in a new direction”
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