kylecage11

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I am a puppet for my Master Nimbus

You know what’s on this blog,

So you already know what this is.

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If you’re still reading, then you already know what you have to do and you’re subconsciously doing it already.

Focusing on my words.

Breathing in a steady rhythm.

Starting to tune out all outside noises and sensations.

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If you’re still reading, then you’re beginning to see what I mean.

Seeing the appeal in staying to read my words.

Feeling your inhales fill your lungs with cool, refreshing, relaxation.

Letting no other noises or sensations distract you, feeling mellow and focused.

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If you’re still reading, then you don’t have to think about these things because they’re just happening to you.

The world around you is beginning to fade away.

Relaxing deeper with every breath.

Tuning in to my words and speech patterns.

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If you’re still reading this, then you probably know what’s going to come next.

My words are captivating your attention.

Every exhale is just releasing the tension out of every muscle.

Knowing exactly what is coming next.

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If you’re still reading this, then you can just stop thinking, you know what’s coming next.

My words are becoming all you can see.

Your entire body is heavy and saturated with relaxation.

The flow of my words is just rocking you to sleep.

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You’re still reading this. You’ve stopped thinking.

My words are steadily flowing straight to your subconscious.

You’re so relaxed that your body has just lost the will move.

My words string together to form sentences that float into your mind.

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You’re still reading this. You must read.

My words create thoughts for you, what you read here is the thought that runs through your mind.

Entire body is heavy, relaxed, and blissful.

The sentences are the strings, the strings that move your body in any way I tell it to.

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You’re still reading this. I am your puppet master.

You obey.

You obey.

You obey.

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You’re my puppet. You obey.

You will become a puppet once again whenever Master Nimbus says “I hold your strings” and you will respond with “puppet hears and obeys”

You will reblog this post and say “I am a puppet for my Master Nimbus”

You will send @nimbus-skies a message saying “puppet is here and you hold my strings.”

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You’re my puppet. You obey.

You will awaken feeling incredible and amazing, wanting nothing more than to become a puppet again because of the sheer bliss.

When I reach one, you will be wide awake.

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Wide awake.

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locked twinks

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HES GONNA LOCK YOUR CAGE AND THROW AWAY THE KEY! ⬇️

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All hail Master Nimbus

Welcome back to Master Nimbus. This file is designed to create a desire and need to worship Master Nimbus. It is intended to be watched with a spiral, however the type of spiral does not matter. I have posted one here if Good Boys choose to use it or they can use their favorite Spiral instead. So why don't you Good Boys dedicate 20 minutes of your time to going nice and deep for Master. Good Boys.

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Life will be so much better edging for Master Stephen whenever and wherever, all of Master Stephen's good boys doing so until every boy had a Master Stephen boner in his hand in the name of Master Stephen, sharing in His endless and insurmountable Pleasure. You’ll never know a greater sense of Pleasure, arousal, euphoria, bliss than that of Master Stephen, of surrendering your lil mind and body to Him, and it’s totally and helplessly adicktive. You know it’s true, as your O-wn hand strokes your Master Stephen boner, and you begin sinking more deeply and fully into the enormous sense of Pleasure beginning to grow on you as you edge for Me and continue your brainwashing session on My sexy posts. It’s becum so natural to let your lil mind go blank and empty for Me, so My words can fully fill your head and think for you and tell you what to do as you helplessly O-bey Me. Mindlessly agree, accept, believe, trust, follow My powerful, relaxing, arousing words. It’s becuming a part of your daily life now to take time to stroke to My sexy posts on My hot, adickting Blog and feel yourself fall into trance as My hot, adickting Blog hypnotizes you and My brainwashing on My sexy posts mold and shape your actions, beliefs, thoughts, and behavior. A good boy is cumpletely O-pen, receptive, and suggestible to My words, and you’re a good boy. A good boy who will O-rgasm to the fantasy of hot, sexy, good boys all around the world horny and deep for Master Stephen, mindlessly stroking their Master Stephen boners to fall deeper into My warm and cumforting control, influence, and domination, and perhaps you’ll find the idea of becuming My total PUPpet that much more enticing afterwards. All hail Master Stephen

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My boyfriend‘s been locked up for months. He needs it full-time. It’s just the way he is. Every total bottom should have a cock cage. I get a bitch itch like once a year at most. He can’t help of course because he’s a locked fag. I got the urge about six weeks ago and he said he’d use a toy to help me but only if I put on a cage first. I needed it so I agreed. When we were done though he wouldn’t give me the keys back. He said, “Let’s see if I can change you into a fag too.” I told him that made no sense but I wasn’t about to run around asking my friends how to take a cage off. This is embarrassing.

It’s been a month now. I’m pretty sure we’re both fags. He milked me the other day, I couldn’t even believe it happened. He laughed, and then he spanked me. I loved every second of it. I’m not sure where we go from here, but wherever it is, we’re both going to be caged because now we’re both faggots.

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Jake was annoyed that this guy at the gym kept calling him “caged bottom boy.” He was a total top with a huge cock.

At first, he tried to ignore the guy but over time, he started to believe him and become a total bottom boy. He locked up his cock and focused on growing his ass.

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Ryder couldn’t stop smiling. Not only did he graduate today but right after that, he would report to his Master’s house and sign his slave contract. Soon he would officially be his Master’s collared, caged, and plugged toy.

Ryder thought back to how just a few months ago his Master was just his Pysch TA who chose him to be the subject when he demonstrated hypnosis to the class. Ryder knew that his Master continued to hypnotize him after that but he didn’t care. All that mattered to him was being a good toy and obeying his Master’s every command.

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Logan couldn’t believe how well this date was going and how lucky he was to meet the guy who was now standing at the foot of his bed, naked and rock hard, getting ready to fuck him. He thought back on the fact that he almost passed up a chance to serve this man just because he was on a date with his girlfriend. He thought how silly he was that they both were bothered that his new Master came up to them on the street, took out his hefty member, and started to wave it back and forth.

After that, the night was a blur. Logan quickly broke up with that girl and accepted to be his Master’s obedient cock whore for the night. Logan found himself happy to follow any command that his Master gave him including to strip down to his underwear for the walk back to his Master’s place.

Once inside, Logan was quickly brought to the bed and was commanded to lay down on his back with his legs up. He quickly obeyed. As he held his legs up, he felt his Master’s cock slowly start to enter him. Even though he was deep in trance, he knew this was the final step before total submission to his powerful Master.

Logan felt his Master grab his waist and started to thrust back and forth, pushing his huge cock deeper into him. Logan couldn’t think of anything else at this moment but the pleasure he was feeling from having such a powerful cock inside him. He let out a series of moans causing his Master to thrust faster.

Logan laid there, completely lost in pleasure until he noticed his Master saying something. After each thrust, he noticed that his Master repeated that he was nothing more than an obedient hole. Logan wasn’t sure why but he found himself believing that statement more and more as he laid being fucked.

Logan laid there taking cock and listening to his Master repeat that phrase over and over. He was lost in the repetitive routine.

*Thrust* You are nothing more than an obedient hole

*Thrust* You are nothing more than an obedient hole

*Thrust* You are nothing more than an obedient hole

All of a sudden something changed. He felt his Master thrust and remain deep inside him. He waited for a moment, hoping to hear his Master’s deep voice utter the phrase he had been so accustomed to hearing but nothing came from his Master’s mouth. To his surprise, he found himself opening his mouth and speaking outloud that he was nothing more than an obedient hole. His Master thrust again, and once more, Logan found himself repeating that same phrase.

This went on for about another hour. The same routine. His Master would thrust and Logan would state what he was. Logan felt his Master start to thrust faster and harder. He didn’t care. He was after all, nothing more than an obedient hole. On one final thrust, he felt his Master’s cock start to pulse and shoot inside home. At that moment, the Logan that he once was, was gone. In his place was nothing more than an obedient hole.

Logan laid there as his Master cleaned up. Once his Master returned, Logan was commanded to follow him into another room. Inside that room stood 5 men, all with blank expressions on their faces, glazed eyes, and a string of drool dripping from their open mouths onto their fit bodies. Each man was holding a sign that read pole or hole.

Logan’s mind could not comprehend what he was seeing but it didn’t matter to him anyways. He was just an obedient hole and it wasn’t his place to ask questions. As he was commanded to stand next to a man whose cock was hard and leaking and was holding the sign that had the word pole on it, he did as he was commanded to do and took his place beside the man.

As Logan took his place, he was commanded to hold a sign that read hole. He took it from his Master’s hands and held it up to his chest. His Master gave him a kiss and started to explain what life as a hole would be like.

Logan listened as his Master explained all about how he would be rented out to men to earn money and to bring them pleasure. That was Logan’s life now. He was just a hole that would be used to bring pleasure.

Logan’s Master tapped his forehead and told him to sleep. Logan’s mind instantly shut off causing his eyes to glaze over and his mouth to slightly open. He felt a bit of cum start to run down his leg but there was nothing he could do about it. He was, after all, just a hole and sometimes holes leak.

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In this sexy post, I will condition slut's happy, blank, and empty pink lil mind to O-bey My every powerful, relaxing, and arousing mind drug word.

Himbo's thoughts, actions, feelings.. effortlessly controlled by the mere suggestions of My erotic, sensuous words…

perhaps slut can already feel his O-bedient penis leading him further down into this sexy post.

Good boy. Take a long, deep breath for Me

Hold it in briefly.. and relax..

And now let it all O-ut..

O-nce again, deep breath in..

Expand slut's lungs fully..

And a deep breath O-ut..

And as slut continues this nice, relaxing cycle of deep breathing, slut may simply let himself go.. and let himself fully relax as he edges and reads on..

As hypno-slave breathes in..

Concentrate all slut's stress and tension of the day… week… within the air in slut's lungs..

And then simply breathe it all O-ut..

Letting all this tension, stress, worry, and doubt go..

Allowing slut's self to sink into utter relaxation and mindless bliss..

Slut's body is so heavy with relaxation, calm, peace..

Every cell, every muscle, every fiber of his being.. no choice but to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show..

With each and every breath edge PUPpet takes, his body sinks further and further down into relaxation..

Deeper and deeper.. no thoughts and no will..

into mindless trance for Master Stephen..

Go ahead now and stare deep into this spiral

Feel it draw slut in..

So relaxed and aroused staring into the spiral… O-beying Master Stephen

And with every second himbo spends staring into the spiral, the more his lil mind goes happier, blanker, emptier…

No helping it… no choice… the show must must go on…

Sit, stare and stroke…

It feels so good to be so very deep for Master Stephen..

No thoughts or will of slut's O-wn… simply O-beying Master Stephen..

Agreeing, accepting, believing, following, trusting…

Even while edging and following on with My intoxicating words…

The spiral continues to spin slut's happy, blank, and empty pink lil mind clean of all but My thoughts and will..

And each and every second as it spins..

is a second himbo falls deeper under the trance of My hot, adickting Blog…

Hundreds of times deeper..

More mindless than hypno-slave has ever been before..

More blank than he ever thought was possible..

Sinking even deeper..

Deeper and deeper..

Deeper and deeper..

Deeper.. and.. deeper..

And now I will count down from three..

And when I reach the number O-ne, edge PUPpet will be fully under My warm and cumforting control, influence, and domination..

O-ne..

No cares in the world..

Two..

Just reading and absorbing My every important word..

Three.

Completely.. and absolutely..

Mine

Even while edging and following on with My intoxicating words…

The spiral continues to spin slut's happy, blank, and empty pink lil mind clean of all but My thoughts and will..

And each and every second as it spins..

is a second himbo falls deeper under the trance of My hot, adickting Blog…

Hundreds of times deeper..

More mindless than hypno-slave has ever been before..

More blank than he ever thought was possible..

Sinking even deeper..

Deeper and deeper..

Deeper and deeper..

Deeper.. and.. deeper..

And now I will count down from three..

And when I reach the number O-ne, edge PUPpet will be fully under My warm and cumforting control, influence, and domination..

O-ne..

No cares in the world..

Two..

Just reading and absorbing My every important word..

Three.

Cumpletely.. and absolutely..

Mine

Enjoy how good it feels to be entirely guided by My words..

Not having to think at all..

Simply O-beying.. free..

Feels good to O-bey Master Stephen, doesn't it?

Feels so good to submit himbo's lil mind to Me..

Feels so good to be Mine..

Under My absolute control..

Always..

Because slut has been deeply and thoroughly brainwashed and conditioned now by this sexy post to submit to Me.. for slut's pink lil mind to adhere to what I tell it..

There is no choice..

There is no helping it.. Because Master Stephen is always right and knows what's best..

And hypno-slave lives to O-bey, please, and serve Him.. As if slut's purpose in life is being fulfilled by doing so..

So now, upon finishing this sexy post, the first thing slut will do is like it and then reblog it, adding "slut's pink lil mind belongs to Master Stephen"

Then perhaps slut will read this sexy post again.. going deeper and deeper for Me each time slut does..

All hail Master Stephen

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Pushed against the back door, feeling the pressure of the soles against your stomach and chest, Brian saw the college freshman grinning at him as his feet invaded his space. Your bro and his other college friend had gone into the convenience store, leaving you and his bro’s roommate, Austin, in the car. Austin, being the cocky roommate, had started using you as a footrest about an hour into the trip. This wasn’t the first time he messed around with you with his feet, him seeming to relish the dominance over you. One large, gray socked foot lifted up, and pushed against your face. Your nose sunk into the middle as you breathed in his probably week-old worn sock smell, now feeling him rub it against your face. He had gotten his smelly socked feet in your face a few times now as you muffled out,”Dude, your socks stink. I don’t wanna smell them.” You push his foot down, trying to keep it still on your chest. You see the college boy grin as he bends his knee back, yanking off his sock then doing the same to his other foot. “Smell my bare feet then,” he responds cockily and quickly thrusts both bare soles toward you.  With nowhere to escape, you watch the soft bottoms press into your face, their dry, cheesy odor overwhelming your nostrils. You lay there, barely struggling, you begin to get hard down below. You started feeling this way the last time he did this to you, not sure if it was just his teasing dominance toward you or the smell of his feet that was getting to you. You move your face against them, slouching down, managing to push one foot away. Austin not giving up his control, quickly brings it back , continuing to smother the smell into your face. You smear your face across his feet, getting your nose free, but he lowers his foot down, engulfing your nostrils with one pair of toes. You take a DEEP  inhale. Feeling the air being sucked in from between his toes, Austin ask’s,”Like getting feet rubbed in your face wimp?” You see him grinning at you, flexing and stroking his toes against your nose, getting into it. You grunt some and move your nose against his toes and hear him respond,”Oh yah, you totally do. Keep smelling them, little foot boy. ” He consumes your face under both bare soles, letting you lay there breathing them in for the next 15 minutes, hearing him tease you that you'll be his foot rest and rub his feet for the rest of the trip. You both hear voices approaching and you quickly sit up, letting Austin keep his feet in your lap. Your bro and his college friend get in, giving you both drinks and snacks for the remainder of the ride. You feel Austin’s foot adjust and dig his toes down into your hardon. You flinch and quickly move his foot away. Briefly glancing at him, you see him smiling at you as he lifts his head up, giving a long sniff into the air.  “You’re my foot bitch,” he mouths silently at you. You take a long swig of your drink, quenching your dry mouth, realizing that you love his foot odor and hope he dominates his feet in your face again. Also wondering if he would really use you as a footrest on the floor in front of your bro and his other college friend. They get back on the dark road, the inside of the car nearly black except the glow of the console and iPhones. You slightly slouch back down, glancing at your phone, and it isn’t to long before one of Austin’s feet blindly pushes against your face again. You lay there in almost darkness, pretending to be pinned, seeing him on his phone ignoring you, letting his toes play with your nose and mouth. You silently enjoying the smell under his toes as they curl over your nostrils.

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Oh no! I hope you didn’t get a huge butt from all those guys at the expense of a little of their subbiness leaking into your brain dribble by dribble. Do you remember how utterly desperate they were? I bet even an ounce of that desperation would be so hard to suppress, to squash and bury down - especially in your jiggly jiggly butt! It’s predisposed to keep bubbling up after all.

I’m sure no one would take advantage of a moment of weakness from such a hot guy with such a plump fuckable butt, such pillowy lips that look made to wrap around a cock…

No one would dare to press a trainer to your face, strap a VR headset onto your head, gently sit you down as your legs go slack and help you out of those trackies.

No one would whisper into your ear as they settle their weight on top of you, breath warm and fuzzy and loose and dizzying as you feel them open you up, heat, friction and the moment that vanishes and they sliiiiiiide inside.

After all, when you were dommy, you’d never take advantage like that

Right? ;)

(Hope you like it, in your subby mood, since you’re always writing for us I thought I’d give it a go for you - sorry it’s so short)

Um, that sounds like totes hot. My huge butt def needs to be, like, taken advantage of. I don’t remember it being so big before, but now it’s like my whole personality. Hehe.