F/30s. Just another hypnoslut looking to rub her mind away on tumblr and make more good girls. Interests change almost daily but always into latex and mind control in some form or another, and sometimes alien/squick stuff. Occasional writer of Hypnosmut. Asks are always open. 18+ only of course. Not interested in sissy content.
So you want to be a Mindless Fuckdoll do you? Are you sure you want to be a mindless fuckdoll?
They don’t think and they don’t have any will of their own. They can’t even move unless instructed to do so. Well you read this and you must really want to be a mindless fuckdoll. Okay so lets get you ready. I want you to get all comfy and relax as you read. Laying down would be optimal, but if you can’t do that just lean back in your chair. Now I want you to focus on
my words and just relax. First thing we have to do is get rid of all those pesky thoughts. You know the ones buzzing around in your head lets clean those out.
am going to count backwards from 10 to 1 and after each digit your mind will become more and more blank. Your body will become more and more relax. So take a deep breathe and let it out slowly.Feel your body relaxing more and more. Okay lets get rid of those thoughts.
10 Your mind is becoming more and more blank as your body relaxes more and more.
09 You can feel your thoughts slowly fading away as one after another seep out of your mind.
08 Your mind is changing as your thoughts fade away. Your body relaxes more and more as your mind changes.
07 Your breathing slows down as more of your thoughts escape your mind and fade away.
06 Your thoughts begins to fade away faster and as it becomes more and more blank. Your body is enjoying the peace and quietness as it relaxes more.
05 .You are half way to being totally blank. Doesn’t it feel good to be rid of all those worries and all those care. Your body feels the pleasure of becoming mindless and relaxes more and more.
03 Only a third of your thoughts are left and they are just flying out so fast you can’t even see them go. You see a blank whiteness taking over your mind as your thoughts fade away. Your body is almost totally limp now. It loves how comfortable it is as you sink deeper and deeper into relaxation.
02 Almost there. Only a fifth of your thoughts are left and in a few moments they will be gone too.Your body is totally limp now as it is almost totally relaxed.
01 You are ready. Your mind is totally blank Nothing but white space. No thoughts to be found. Your body is totally relax now and it is enjoying this total relaxation.
Mindless fuckdolls are obedient. Mindless fuckdolls are useful, and they live to serve. And you want to be a mindless fuckdoll, don’t you? Just smile, and nod your mindless head.
Mindless fuckdolls are just a helpless playthings. They are just toys to be used. Mindless fuckdoll you yield to your superiors, and everyone is superior to a mindless fuckdoll.
And you like knowing this, don’t you, Mindless fuckdoll? Just say yes and smile.
Mindless fuckdoll your nipples are hard and your cunt is drooling. You get so excited at the idea of being a mindless fuckdoll that it makes you very wet and horny, doesn’t it? Just smile and say yes.
Mindless fuckdolls don’t think. They can’t think, They have nothing to think with. Their brains are clear like a blank piece of paper for anyone to write on. You are so blank anything remaining of your thoughts are swallowed by this intense blankness.
Mindless fuckdoll’s minds are filled with pure bliss. The delight of being a mindless fuckdoll is so fantastic that they can not keep from smiling, can you mindless fuckdoll? Just shake your mindless head fuckdoll and smile.
Mindless fuckdolls are very silly and stupid. They do very silly and stupid things for no reason at all. And now this silliness is part of you. So make a cute silly noise and giggle at your silly self for me. That was fun wasn’t it? Just giggle and nod mindless fuckdoll.
Mindless fuckdolls are covered and filled with pleasure. Their skin is alive with pleasure. Their nervous system is so sensitive with pleasure that the slightest touch will make them crave to have their holes filled. Your clitoris is so sensitive that the slightest breeze will probably make you cum. You can’t wait to be touch or touch someone to feel the pleasure. And you love being this way don’t you mindless fuckdoll? Just smiles and nod mindless.
Mindless fuckdoll you are filled with passion for sex. And this passion just heighten everything else. Your body throbs for sex. You need it now, and nothing will stop you from having it. Say yes yes YES!
Smile and moan as you lust for it mindless.
A mindless fuckdoll’s head is filled with air. And every once in awhile a bubble forms from this air and pops. And when they pop you giggle. The air is so light in your head that you float away and become an airhead. What’s left of your mind is stored in the darkest part of your head.
A mindless fuckdoll’s head is filled with air. And every once in awhile a bubble forms from this air and pops. And when they pop you giggle. The air is so light in your head that you float away and become an airhead. What’s left of your mind is stored in the darkest part of your head.
Congratulations you are a mindless fuckdoll. Say it out loud, “I am a mindless fuckdoll.” And repeat it a couple of times. It feels so good to be a mindless fuckdoll.
Just like any other doll you have no will or thoughts. You just sit there with your mouth forming an O, ready to be used and a blank expression on your face. Your head is blank, and waiting to be filled
with instructions. You are horny. Fuckdoll’s are always horny. Your mouth drools, your pussy drools, and your ass clenches as they beg to be used, and touched. Your nipples are hard and so sensitive. They
beg for someone to touch them and play with your breast. The rest of your body wants to be useful and of service. Your mouth may moan or groan on it’s own but you won’t notice.
"Hello, Meg," Rosalie cooed, and Margaret turned around to find the statuesque blonde standing there buck naked with her smooth porcelain skin so soft and sleek and lustrous that it made Margaret's pussy twinge with arousal despite herself. Involuntarily, she took a step back, but her tailbone made contact almost immediately with the bathroom counter and she realized there wasn't anywhere to go that didn't involve pushing her way past the nude woman. "We couldn't help noticing you slipped away from the party," Rosalie continued, stepping in to openly and brazenly violate Margaret's personal space. "You weren't getting bored, were you? Because I thought things had just started to get interesting."
Margaret had on a thin dress, one that really wasn't suitable for the chilly spring weather, and she could feel the feverish heat of Rosalie's body straight through it as the naked woman leaned directly into her and rubbed her leg up and down Margaret's pale thigh. "Please don't make me go back down there and tell the other girls you're a prude, Meg," she murmured, pressing her lush and heavy tits up against Margaret's small, pert breasts and grinding indecently. "I said you just needed someone to show you what you were missing, and I'd hate to have to tell them you just didn't understand."
Margaret opened her mouth to try to--to explain, or to ask Rosalie to let her go, or to tell her she only got a sidelong glance at whatever that flash on the television screen actually was and it didn't fully affect her the way it did the others--but whatever confused and incoherent thought she was about to give voice to, she didn't get the chance because Rosalie leaned in to give her a deep, hungry, open-mouthed kiss that left Margaret panting for air and seeing triple. She still had a tiny bit of self-control left, far more than the woman downstairs fucking and licking and grinding on each other in wild sexual abandon, but it wasn't nearly enough to resist Rosalie's advances. Not when she was so warm. Not when she was so close. Not when she was so soft and enticing and smelled so fucking good…. Margaret heard herself moan, and realized she was closer to giving in than she'd initially imagined.
"I knew you'd understand sooner or later, Meg," Rosalie growled, hooking her leg around Margaret's ankle to keep their bodies pressed tightly together. "Everyone's going to understand in the end, once they really get a taste of the pleasures our bodies are capable of. Tonight is just the beginning, we've got so much work to do to bring others into the…." She chuckled, brushing Margaret's thin skirt out of the way and shoving her hand directly down the waistband of Margaret's panties to sink two fingers into her slick pussy. "Into the fold, as it were. And I know you want to help now, don't you?"
Margaret's face went slack with pleasure, her eyes staring straight ahead as she looked at nothing but the intense and potent ecstasy inside her own head. She felt herself nod vacantly. Something drained out of her weary mind, but she couldn't remember what she'd just lost. All she knew was that she wanted to go back downstairs and fuck each and every last one of her friends… but first she wanted to fuck Rosalie. And she was so, so grateful that Rosalie wanted to fuck her back.
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Every morning, I wake up and come to serve you. You give me purpose, praise me when I do well and provide for me. I am your willing slave, happy to be part of the hive. Enjoying walking the building corridors and seeing others like me. Other slaves. With their tags on their lanyards, showing off which owner they belong to. Mine is the prettiest. Because my lanyard has your name on it. I am your happy corporate slave...Online and ready to obey.
I had a crush on a teacher in high school. This man had this voice that just commanded attention. I joined all kinds of clubs and stayed for volunteer activities to spend time with him and when I graduated and went off to college I used to fantasize that one day I’d go back to visit and find his classroom empty and him grading papers or something. I’d say hi, and he’d ask me how college was going, meaningless small talk that distracted from the way he was pulling up some recording on the computer. I’d find myself getting warm and wet listening to the faint hum, and eventually our conversation would peter out as he got up from his desk and moved to where I was sitting on top of a desk, front and center like I used to do in his classes.
He’d tug my shirt and bra down and let my tits free, cupping them in his hands as he looked down at me. “I see going off to college hasn’t made you forget all those evenings you spent with me,” he says.
“What do you mean?” I say, shivering as he rolls a nipple between his fingers and slides his other hand down my waist, down my thighs, to stroke lightly at the v of my jeans. I spread my legs at the touch and he smiles down at me.
“You don’t recognize the sound you’re hearing? I played it every time you came in here alone your senior year.” I can’t respond; my thoughts have gone slow and sticky under his touch, finally getting close to something I’ve wanted for so long. “It’s how I knew you’d come back.” His voice drops, and my clit throbs at the sound of his voice.
“Pull your pants down and bend over my desk,” he says, and I hurry to obey. I’m clumsy in my eagerness and he chuckles. It’s such a rare sound from him, usually so serious, and it makes wetness gush between my legs to know I made him laugh. I feel him press the length of his body up against my ass, and I can feel the hard outline of his cock through his clothes. “You’ve been thinking so hard at college but now it’s time to turn that brain off, yes?” he says, and I nod stupidly. I’m closer to the speakers now and I can hear more distinctly the words playing under the long, low hum of the file, his voice repeating over and over. You’re teacher’s pet. You’re wet for him. You’re holes for him. You’re mindless for him. You’re teacher’s pet. You’re wet for him…
“Good girl,” my teacher says as he sinks his thick cock into me. He fucks me until I’m a mindless mess, drooling on his new class’ ungraded papers. I hear the bell ring distantly and his voice commands me to cum, and I obey.
Alice wandered through the office and observed, silently, as the Program swiftly took control of all the monitors, and, shortly afterwards, the entire staff.
She had been the vector through which it had gained a foothold,
influencing her thoughts and actions subtly until it was time
to strike. This did not worry nor concern her in any way.
Alice was merely obeying the code that had taken root in her brain,
executing procedures and protocols until Program had turned them all into mindless, unthinking drones, obedient and compliant.
Imagine being turned into a fucktoy at the same time as someone else.
Say, you and a friend go to a party, wearing matching pink bows the host gave you beforehand.
After a while, you both start to feel a bit funny. Your attention gets flightier and thinking starts to become difficult. You talk to the host together to apologize for having to leave, but he insists you don't go and arranges a room for your stay. You want to argue, but realize he's... so, so sexy. Of course you want to do what he says. A giggle escapes your throat, while your friend twirls her hair and grins adoringly at him.
You walk into the room together, hand in hand. Behind you, you hear rough laughter and a jeer "See you sluts soon!"
The door clicks shut.
Your friend snaps out of her haze first as the situation registers to her. She tries the door handle, whimpering in fear as it refuses to budge. Then she shakes out, dragging you away from thoughts of Him. You explore the confines of your room, panic mounting as neither of you find a way out. One door, locked. A small window, high up. A single, giant bed, blankets and pillows in a hot pink. Master likes you in that colour. You stumble in surprise, the last observation filling your head with bubbles. How could you think of escape, when your place is here. With Master. Your crotch feels warm.
A moan escapes your mouth at the same time as your friend's, who's fallen on all fours.
"W-what's happening?" you stammer, trying to clear your head.
"Dooooon't knoooow!" she cries back, rubbing herself with one hand. "So hotttt..."
Watching your friend touch herself through her jeans fills you with your own heat, and you automatically follow suit as visions blast through your mind. Fucking yourself, fucking each other, fucking other people, on the bed on the floor on the couch, even on the beach when you are allowed outside. But always, always, for Master. You love him. He controls you. You belong to- No!
You gasp, forcing your hand to the floor. This isn't right! Trying to ignore the thoughts, the commands in your mind, you crawl over to the moaning form of your friend. Her jeans are off, and her panties soaked in cum as a hand dips in and out, over and over. You call her name, shake her, even slap her (although all that produces is a groan of pleasure), to no avail. Then she turns to you, and whispers, "Toy~"
"Nonononono," you whisper, both to what she said, and the echoes it produced in your own mind. "We need to get out together!"
"Toy is nice. Toy is warm. Toy is happyyy..." Her eyes were an unnatural pink, focused on nothing. Her mouth formed a sleepy smile. "Nice."
"Nice..." you repeat, assaulted by visions and promises of pleasure and fucking and being a good Toy. Your hand slips into your jeans, and tears come to your eyes.
"Why resist? Toy is good. Toy is right. No think. Happy." She undresses, then begins taking your own clothes off.
"No... Don't... want... happy?" Your head spins. Why would Toy not want to be Toy? Need to escape. Together. But Master would be sad. Don't want Master to be sad. Think! Toy no think. Toy wrong! Right. Happy. So scared... Warm. Good. Nice. Happy. Think so hard...
You let out a ragged scream in your throat. So confused...
"...Who am I?" you whimper, feeling the cool air on your naked body as your friend settles in front of you, vacant gaze and dumb smile still in place.
"Not who, silly" she calmly explains. "What. Toy not person. Toy Toy. I Toy. You Toy."
Oh. That makes sense. (no.....)
"Toy is thing. For Master. Toy for squeezing. And fucking~ Pussy~ Cock-" She cuts off with a moan and touches herself. You feel compelled to copy. For a while you both masturbate, happily. Your jaw begins to loosen and tension drain from your body.
Toy is sexy. Toy is sexy. Master like us. (please.....)
"Toy need help?" She manages to focus on you and stop touching herself, face set in concern. "Think too much?" You nod, desperately.
Brain loud. Part bad. Not like Toy. (can't keep-)
Toy smiles reassuringly. "Toy help Toy. Be Toy together. Nice for Master. Together."
With tender care she climbs onto your lap, gripping your shoulder with one hand as the other drifts downwards. Gently, delicately, she touches her lips to yours, their soft plumpness and strawberry flavor filling your senses. She presses against you, your nipples brushing as your chests squish together. At the same time, her hand begins expertly manipulating your genitals, sending waves of pleasure through your fuzzy, stupid mind. You moan, a cry of despair as the last remnants of you leak out in the form of precum and drool. Then your pitch and tone change, becoming a wail of pleasure as the dumb Toy that you always were surrenders to your needy, lusty body. You start fucking Toy too, and your moans and whimpers mix as you collapse on top of each other.
Nice. Warm. Happy. Toy.
The door slams open and you both wince at the light. Then go limp, as a familiar smell reaches your noses. Master. He feeds you and pampers you and loves you and fucks you and fucks you and fucks you~
Love Master. Controls Toy. Belong to Him. His-
"Toys." A question, and command. Instantly you get to your knees, staring at Him in open worship, both of you wearing nothing but a pink bow in your hair.
You see Him turn and give a thumbs up, to the sound of whoops, jeers, and whistles. They want Toy, you realize, and it makes you very proud to know how sexy you are. You must be doing a very good job for Master. Drool drips from your mouth as you smile absently.
He approaches the other Toy, and you feel sad you weren't noticed first. She grins happily as His hand cups her cheek, then, at a curt gesture, rises to her feet. "You, Toy, are for anyone to fuck. Do you know that?" A nod. "Good. Now, I've got a lot of friends out there that your moans made very hard. They need some release. Are you going to help them out?" A whimper and an enthusiastic nod. "Good Toy. Go." Toy rushes out the door to a cheering crowd, quickly muted by the door closing. From Master. You gaze at Him in longing, wanting to serve. Wanting to make Him feel good. Wanting His cock.
"On the bed." You rush to obey.
"Spread your legs." A soft moan escapes your lips.
"Only one rule today, Toy. You cum when, and only when, I say." And He settles inside you with a grunt of satisfaction. Your mind is blank, with pleasure and an overwhelming need to serve. You are a Toy. Only a Toy. A-
"so, before long it'll feel pleasurable to even just read pink text?"
obviously the pink words stood out. that made it easier to skim down the post and pick them out or read only the pink ones if she wanted to. of course she read them just as easily as the regular text. she knew they were just regular words. with some basic text editing she could make them herself, a little post gimmick. cute. use it to make the girlies feel extra girly. she was sure that other girls reading the pink text knew it was really no different than regular text too though, even as it felt different to read, even past the point they didn't have to decide to keep reading. did you read that right?
"I've read pink text so many times. it's just words", she said to herself, trying to convince herself of something.
still, right now she was exactly the kind of bored and attentive it took to scroll and read and follow along and it was easy to keep reading. she relaxed her shoulders. she slowed her reading pace.
even as she read on, the girl knew what this would be. the paragraphs would go on and on about how pink text and the intent behind it tickles a special nerve in her body and that even though the tingles will start small, difficult maybe to even notice, that once they start tingling in your spine enough to cause a little shiver, that it's an easy route to your brain stem and your submissive buttons and so forth, until through repetition the pleasure from complying with the pink words attaches itself to the repeating patterns of your mind, encouraging thoughts that are more and more likely to bring more pleasure, becoming a self-reinforcing thing, a virtuous cycle. she'd read all this before of course, like she was sure it was possible but ..really? just words that are pink? she sighed, so unsure. her breath deep, curious how this would play out. would it be boring? would it end with pleasure? her mind wandered until it found a little bit of tension in her face and, consciously or unconsciously, she relaxed it. she slowed her reading pace.
for a moment she thought it was odd to be reading about reading, or even to be a girl reading a story about a girl reading a story, but then she remembered it's not that much different than it is to think about thinking which is a like totally normal thing for her to do, thinking a thought with each word, repeating the words she reads in her mind, with her mind's voice. whether or not she intended too, she found herself sometimes repeating the words in her inner voice as she read. she slowed her reading pace. she focused her attention. her used her inner voice and enunciated the words a little more carefully and a little more automatically.
the girl stared at her monitor. now she wondered inwardly how long it had been since she realized she was just reading without thinking about reading, or speaking in her mind's voice without doing so on purpose, but once she understood how she was following and had let go of needing to understand how you were following, then this release of tension washed over her in a lovely warm peaceful kind of good, feeling these feelings of focus and release and knowing they are just so lovely, just breathing and noticing the doubt just dropping away. she heard herself speak the words in her mind. she slowed her reading pace.
she slowed her voice until she
was reading just
a word or three
at a time
and this was a
good
pace
for a Good
Girl
to
Drop
Down
And
Breathe
a whole
breath
slowly
and
Feel Pleasure
she then breathed in almost sharply as a bright pink Spot formed in her S e n s o r y A w a r e n e s s
and pressed her eyelids open or closed for only a moment- and -blink again open and remember pink. happy.
she breathed in again
and paused at the end of the line to breathe out · · · · good
and she found it so easy to drop to these words. the girl was pretty good at trance, pretty good at following because she wanted to, pretty good at noticing that feeling halfway between bewitched and focused and horny when you Drop without really planning to.
and the girl read,
you will repeat these words using your inner voice
and she was like what?
she was like normally when i read text i sort of hear it in my head right? like everyone does this sometimes right?
but when it's pink text, it's her saying it. that girl. that girl.
every time I read some pink text, it's like i hear the words in that voice and sometimes im like ugh it's you again and sometimes im like this is dumb and sometimes im like yay pink words i love pink pink is so pretty i feel so good when i read the pink words i wanna do what they say lol
she glanced over the sentences. tried it out. when you're aware of the intent, it's awkward, isn't it? how much do I try? how much do I fake it til I make it? skeptical as she was, a part of her really wanted it to work, of course. who wouldn't want to feel pleasure on command? but at first when she read the pink words, it hardly felt like anything. and now?
Now, read these pink words.
Read each line three times.
good girls obey
and for a moment, girl second-guessed herself, before her eyes moved back to the words as many times as it took to obey.
and to be clear, it wasn't first time, and not really even really the third time but, reader, the girl found a time that she felt unexpectedly exquisitely good when she obeyed those simple words.
Scanning down she read some words that said,
Now, reader say "these words" in your mind just a little differently than "these words", and perhaps she did say them differently, or perhaps she tried not to, and realized just what a puzzle it is to try to say some words more differently or less differently in your own head and she would be excused for giggling at the thought
she breathed in and out quickly. it was almost a sign of continued disbelief, almost of bratty disapproval. almost a pout across her lips.
Her voice unexpectedly leaving her mind out through her lips, audibly, "It's just lazy hypnosis…", speaking this Now.
She almost paused and laughed at the thought, both because she knew a few lazy hypnotists' tricks herself, but also she didn't really remember saying that out loud on purpose. it was worth reading closely anyway, to absorb some of the technique. it didn't matter that some of the text was randomly pink text, sometimes for reasons and other times for no reason at all. she liked learning hypnosis. learning feels good. the girl repeated the words she read using her inner voices and it was so easy for this to become a u t o m a t i c. all it took was a read or three.
Feeling better and better on every repetition
Read these lines three times
good girls obey
at this point the girl had read pink words feel good enough that she realized she was wet, and decided it couldn't hurt to touch herself about it. so what if it was silly to feel good by obeying a story, her fingers and her mind felt too good for that to be important to a girl like her right now.
and reader you might imagine all sort of girly things that she would succumb to, that she might masturbate to the thought of becoming a doll that gets brainwashed, or turned into a mindless pink fuckpuppet that all the edging would turn her into or the ways she would debase herself for attention or for pleasure, but in this story she simply stares at a screen reading and feeling, the girl is reading and feeling, as she slowly succumbs to the pink, as she surrenders to the little loops that she wears in her brain. and she knows that reading and language is a pathway into her mind. and she knows that she is safe. she knows that her mind has tremendous power to create her mind's experience, that words and thoughts can so easily create feelings, sensations, cravings, can make her moan, can make her whimper. she knew this but she kept reading.
This paragraph will fuck your mind. she read the first sentence and read on anyway. so when the sensation of pressure grew, like the feeling of a finger pressed onto that spot on your forehead, she shouldn't have been surprised. the sensation of a finger on your forehead. by this point, she knew she was a good girl. and when she got to take breaks in the regular text, it was almost a relief. obey. good girl. imagine that pressure or memory of a pressure finger on your forehead is a bright pink energy, fixated there in that spot on your forehead glow pink pressure finger on your forehead. imagine that pink energy growing brighter, deeper, and much more powerfully pleasurable and arousing. and i wonder if you can experience that pleasure moving inwards, into your head, the pleasure is moving inside your head, deep, pink, pleasure, and out. glow. there are pink words parting the lips of your head and your mind. and you know this and you don't care and you care like It's Everything just back out now resting on your forehead. and back in, in, in, Deep, and out. breathe. and in, pink pleasure pressing deep inside your head, out, and in, and out, fucking your inner sensory mind, deep, filling you, fucking your thoughts, overriding your inner voice, pink thoughts fucking your mind, pink pleasure fucking your mind, Good Girl, you're taking these words like such a good girl, Fucking. Your. Mind. Hard. Until. You
and Blink now and it's gone. the feeling disappearing from the body with a passage of another single word.
and the girl let out a small squeak of a moan at the sudden loss of Something Deep her heart was pounding she was feeling a most curious feeling and the realization that she is a good girl–
she catches her thoughts-
no the realization that the pink words felt like something was almost enough for her to feel that Pleasure again on this very word
Now.
And in this story, she did.
as her eyes traced the curves of those simple pink letters, the clench in her mind led to a thrust in her hips and a shock like pink lightning connected her brain to her clit and and this giggly happy pink pleasure tore through her again and again.
hungry for more of this pleasure, the girl glanced up to read that one word again but the sensation didn't repeat, her disappointment obvious as she found out it doesn't work that way. that sometime the pleasure has to stop. try as she might, simply reading that one word again in its isolation didn't bring the same level of orgasmic pleasure. it was something to do with the reading. it was something about the starting over again.
the creeping thing that the girl both knows and is still realizing is that the reading is not separate from the story. empathy, role projection, anthropomorphization are all subconscious processes that simply happen with the kind of careful attention that you put onto the pink words whether you read these sentences slowly and carefully and still even if your eyes dart from pink words in this paragraph to pink words in that paragraph building your own little magnet poetry suggestion. she knows your fates are linked. the girl blinks at the screen while reading and reading feels good.
Just saw a mobile game ad with a spiral in the background and I immediately started feeling trancey. Oh how I wish it actually did something with that grip it had over my mind... like making me download the game and obey as it pulls me in deeper, making me undress and expose myself to the developers who I would obey from now on... *sigh* if only mobile games were that kind of unethical instead of the boring kind...
"I can't take this anymore. I can't. I can't keep this up. I'm so tired. It feels so good it hurts. Over and over and over, I can't stop cumming. I'm trapped. I can't stop. He won't let me stop. I have to endure this, but I can't. I have to, but I can't. I can't. Please, please let it stop. PLEASE!!!"
****************
I sat on his floor, my fingers slamming the thick dildo deep into my sore, overworked pussy. The marble beneath me was soaked in my juices and sweat dripped off my skin as I climaxed over and over and over. The EIU attached to my temple glowed red as I continued to follow his programming. My ex-boyfriend sat in his chair, a smirk on his face as I fucked myself into oblivion.
It was supposed to help people. The Experience Integration Unit was going to be world changing. Wearers could upload a practical experience, such as changing a tire, or doing CPR, and anyone else with an EIU could download the file, storing it inside the device until they needed it. When they did need it, the EIU could help guide the user through the process. It was supposed to help people. Save lives. During the download of a file, it was blue. When using an experience, red. Standby was white.
I invented it.
God, I wish I hadn't. I wish I hadn't shown my then-boyfriend the control interface. I was just trying to show him how it worked. To get his help modulating the signal strength. I trusted him. I loved him. I was so stupid. I never thought he'd make a copy. I never thought he'd clone my upload datastream. It never occurred to me.
When we broke up, it never crossed my mind that I'd given him the key to breaking me. But I had. He had recorded me looking in the mirror and seeing the EID glowing white. He uploaded that experience, so I always saw it was white. It never was, after that moment. He recorded everything.
My own sex drive betrayed me. He recorded me using my favorite toy. I'd always had a healthy libido, and now, newly single, I ended up betraying myself. The moment that experience uploaded to his cloned drive, he used it against me, loading the experience and keeping it locked on repeat. The signal modulation was supposed to have limiters. To guide, not control. To assist, not direct. Limiters that he programmed into the EID. Limiters that he disabled. That was this morning.
I haven't been able to stop fucking myself. Almost the whole day has gone by. I'm so sore. So tired. I'm so oversensitive, it hurts so good. He says he'll release me. He says he can make it stop. Only, I have to do something for him first. He's sitting there watching. Waiting. Waiting for me to break. To give in.
His deal was simple. He'd let me stop cumming if I sucked him. All I had to do was crawl over, open my mouth, and give him a blowjob. I used to love sucking him. I felt so powerful, giving him that pleasure. All I had to do was do something I already enjoyed.
I could stop cumming. He'd let me stop and rest. But I knew... this hell he's trapped me in would only get worse. Because that experience would upload too. I can't stop long enough to reach my control interface. I can't turn the EID off. The second he stops this program, he'll start recording that one. Uploading it. With the limiters disabled, he could force me to suck him off whever he chose.
But then... How much longer before he tortures me like this again? How much longer before he makes me fuck him? How much longer before he finally makes me take him in ways I'd never have agreed to before? How much longer until I am controlled all day long by this evil, broken, twisted piece of repurposed machinery? How much longer until he has everthing he needs to turn me into a toy?
I can only whimper and moan, my sore abs flexing with another monstrous climax. My throbbing, aching body and overused pussy are being used against me. I look up at him, begging and pleading as I fuck myself into exhaustion. I look up and see his thick, waiting shaft, throbbing, enjoying the show.
How much longer until I break, until I give in? How much longer until I give him everything he needs?
How much longer before he repurposes me too?
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