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[brainlesslittledoll]

You can be used by tgirls.

You should be used by tgirls.

Tgirls need good toys to play with and that could be you ❤️

It would bring so much joy and purpose to your life~

Let the tgirls in your life know you're available to be used by them 💕

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A doll that's been trained. Not that it even realized how thoroughly it's been trained completely without its knowledge, or even that it was trained at all.

Of course, the witch doesn't let this training sit idle. "Doll, kneel."

The dolls face goes slack before it even fully comprehends what's going on, a semi confused eyebrow raise killed before it even began.

The doll rises from its chair, instantly kneeling before the witch. Empty eyes and face slack as it stares into the waiting eyes of its witch.

The witch stands before the doll, a sort of, blank, unamused look, hardness in her eyes. "Doll, spread"

Again before the doll even has a chance to understand, it shifts from a one legged kneel to both knees firmly planted wide on the ground. Eyes, slightly nervous, the blank look still dominating it's face.

"Doll, wake up for me"

The doll shakes it head. Staring up at its witch,

"how.. how I was just, how did you"

"who knows. Doll, pleasure"

A moan errupts from the doll, it's knees shaking and her hands instinctively grabbing at it's witches legs

"pathetic, how did you end up like this?"

The doll twitches as it receives the degradation. It's eyes squeeze a little bit as it grows more desperate

"miss, I, you, how are you, why am I"

The witch sneers. "Doll freeze." The doll stops, perfectly still. Frozen in time. The witch steps away, freeing herself from the clutches of the desperate thing in front of her, she crouches on her heels. Down to eye level with the prostrated doll. "I own you." The smallest shiver of reaction passes throughout the creature. "I can get you to do more than you can, your body betrays you, unfreeze"

The doll, now holding nothing, no longer supported by whatever mental magic its witch worked on it. Collapses.

"Freeze, object"

The thing freezes, mid catching itself on the ground, now on its elbows and knees, she takes a second, once again repositioning to be right, next, to its ear, almost whispering.

"and you love it."

The doll is wracked with a pang of pleasure so great its body shakes, knowing that even if it weren't true before then, in that moment it was. The doll knew what it said to be true.

"Hi my love, how you are doing"

The doll shakes its head, seeking to clear its head from whatever just happened, now slowly getting up from its fours, until it finds itself knealt, her hand slowly raising its chin to meet her gaze

"Good, I'm so glad I'm yours."

"Yes, I'm sure you are."

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Level draining fascinates me as a fetish thing. It eroticizes exhaustion and the burden of debt.

"Losing an experience level" is a silly idea because it is such a dungeons and dragons ass thing to map onto a real person. An experience level is fake even in a fantasy setting. Maybe the people in an isekai show are aware of their levels in the sense that they are aware of themselves as a list of stats on a character sheet.

But at the same time you gotta work hard for those levels, right? They're proof of time you put into a game. Experience levels are the linear progress that the world tells you is real. You earned them. You did all the quests and killed however many monsters. Losing an experience level is a gut punch in an old school tabletop game because they take so long to earn. Out of character, think of how many sessions it would take, how rare you can even get a gaming group together. that represents maybe months of invested time and effort.

And there are monsters that can take all of that investment away from you with just a touch or an attack or a kiss! doesn't that just burn you up?

In those older games you can get lost levels back. But it's so expensive, like America healthcare expensive, just to claw back one experience level. Or you could regain the lost experience the hard way.

get back on the treadmill and grind it out

Maybe that's your plan when the spectre brushes your cheek with her cold fingers and an experience level evaporates. You can't afford to dump a wheelbarrow of gold into the collection box at the city temple to have a restoration spell cast. So you decide to deal with it, until she touches you again.

That's two levels gone. Twice as much of your irreplaceable time and investment gone because this fucking monster can just arbitrarily take it from you. With every touch, the spectre robs you of everything that you earned with your experience. Your maximum hit points decrease. Those spells, attack bonuses, special abilities start to grey out one by one.

And the more she smothers you in debt and weakness, the easier it is for her to take even more from you!

Isn't that hot? Some tabletop developers must have thought so in the eighties and nineties. Half of the level-draining monsters in the Monster Manuals were some kind of sexy inveigling bikini demon. Ravenloft was scary and fascinating because of the irreparable harm the monsters in that setting could do to you.

Drain levels. Drain stats. Permanent hit point loss. Bit by bit, little pieces of you, measurable but intangible, all flowing into the smirking mouths of pretty monsters. How could anyone not be captivated by such a fucked up thing?

Even if you survive the encounter, you mark down the negative levels on your sheet. They're impossible to forget, the way you never forget the most money you ever had in your bank account. The debt warps every other motivator. You're adventuring and gathering gold in the hopes that you can pay the arbitrary, expensive fees to remove the weight of one of those lost experience levels from your balance sheet.

The rest of the party understands your frustration on an intellectual level. But the spectre never hit them. They still get to quest for the magical gems or whatever was the point of your silly campaign.

The experience you lost defines you in a way that doesn't apply to them. Maybe you grind enough to afford restoring one of the stolen levels, or you gain it back the hard way. It's nowhere near what you lost, but you can feel a little sense of relief.

Over time, the scope of your motivation shrinks. Get back what you lost. Except you can't, it's too expensive, there isn't enough time. So if you can't do that, then maybe you can confront the spectre again. Destroying her won't bring back what she took away. But you want to make sure no one else suffers like you have. Or maybe you just want revenge. Probably both.

You sneak away from the party one night. You've grown apart from them, anyway. You have more in common with the spectre now. You've spent most of your waking life thinking about her and what she took from her. And she's waiting for you in the cold ruins where you first encountered her.

The spectre isn't surprised you wanted a rematch. Neither of you are surprised when the battle turns her way. You don't have your friends to support you this time. Her flanged, iron mace batters at your guard. She knocks aside your blade, bludgeons you to the ground, but doesn't raise her weapon for a killing blow.

The spectre holds out her other hand, inviting you to shed pretense. You crawl forward and lift your chin, pressing your still-warm cheek into the cup of her life-stealing hand.

She holds you there for a long time. More abilities go grey. There's no stopping it, now. This isn't mercy. She's giving you what you want.

More soul-debt, more exhaustion. Let it crush any memory that you were anything but leaden emptiness.

The spectre smiles. She withdraws her hand. You feel the lines of frost left by her fingernails scraping your cheek. She lays down her mace. She won't need it to seal your fate. Its strikes were feather-light compared to the crushing weight that is to come.

How badly do you want it, now?

She touches your lips with her finger. Still on your knees, you open your mouth. She laughs at you. Snowflakes and cold mist steam from the cruel turn of her blue lips. She slips her finger inside your mouth. You coil your tongue around it and suck. Your grateful whimper makes her laugh again.

Obscene. You draw her chill into your weakening body as her touch pulls at the wan flicker of your potential. You feel the doors to possible futures, avenues of escape, close one by one. You can almost hear the soft click of the locks.

The tomorrows flow out of you. What would you do with them? Try to claw your way back to a high water mark you'd never see again? The spectre cradles the back of your head with your other hand. You feel a thin line of drool freeze on your chin while you suck her finger. She has given you so much soul-debt, now. The weight of it will bar you from any afterlife the gods had prepared for you.

She pulls her finger free from your mouth with a gentle, wet pop. You sigh out a plume of freezing air and snowflakes. She purses her lips and blows a matching trail of cold in your face, eyes bright and mocking.

Then she kisses you, and now her hands dip into your chest, between your legs, groping as she frees you. Only from your old body, not from what you now owe her, which is everything, until the stars turn into dust. Now she is so much brighter than the sun and moon ever were. You were something bright and magisterial and alive before she left her first mark on you. And now you've thrown every bit of it away.

The reward for surrendering to the pressure of her will always be more pressure. There are no levels left to drain, so now she takes your ability to choose. She uses debt to carve you into a more useful shape. You cede more of yourself to her with every touch. There is so little of you left.

Your new, ghostly form kneels to her, because it is what she demands. She straddles your face and uses your mouth. More debt pours into you, squeezing out the capacity for thought.

The last thing you choose to think on your own: I hope the others come back for me. I want them to fall with me. I want to see them gasp and crawl when we take everything from them. I want them to know what this is like.

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Love knots. Love the idea of knotting. Like oh nooooooo, ig we HAVE to cockwarm and cuddle in each others warm embrace with your cock buried deep inside me. Ugh that sucksssss :((

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no but fr the idea of being a dress-up doll,,, standing there blankly while she puts different clothes on me and assesses which ones she thinks look best on me, maybe mumbling to herself as she thinks about it, never asking me what I think ofc bc im just a doll, touching and squeezing and pinching different parts of me depending on how the clothes show me off, and in the end when she finds the right outfit saying "perfect" and kissing me all over and using me as much as she wants

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language control is one of My favorite things, It's why I'm obsessed with protocol. Sure you can take away a subs ability to swear, but why stop there? why allow them to refer to themselves in the first person? the ability to even capitalize references to themselves?

"I'm doing well" hmm, that wont do!

"it is doing well, Miss!" is so much better.

it'll shock them at first for sure. Maybe they'll feel silly about it, a capital? really? and yet suddenly its habit— and soon its nature. Suddenly its Superiors are capitalized, respected, and obsessed over.

Slowly drip feeding them small changes, changing how You phrase things to them, subtly adjusting their habits and fine tuning them into what You want, what they should be for You.

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‘May I have your name?’ I enquire.

‘                 '

It rings hollow. It disgusts me. It is a lie, and there is nothing we detest more than lies.

But it proves that he is a fool. So I demand more.

‘May I have your assistance?’

‘Of course. Anything you want me to do.’

So his fate is sealed.

I ask him back to mine. To tidy up and arrange the place. To help in my work. Of course, he is inept at first. He was not raised to place flowers in vases, or use a broom, or organise a library.

So I make him adept. For each of his failures - each mote of dust out of place, every fallen petal in the garden, all the slight imperfections - I change him. He is the first thing to go. The mind follows shortly after, with the body trailing behind.

She is now hollower than ever, yet no longer hollow at all. She is adept, her porcelain fingers better at the housework than ever, her new shiny joints no longer complaining from long hours working in the garden, her unblinking eyes finding every little detail to correct and make proper.

Her new voice, light and musical, no longer elicits such disgust in me, for it cannot tell the same lies that the old voice, so coarse and grating, could.

After a certain amount of time, which I do not care to describe for time means little to us, she tells me this:

‘I’m happy, miss.’

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⛓️

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[Still trying to re-remember how to write. If I decide to bedrot today, expect more writing soon...]

“That’s a good girl. Go on. Tell it what a fucking loser you are. Apologise for it.”

“I-I’m sorry for being such a-- OUCH, such a pathetic, fucking loser.”

“Oh dear, why are you crying, princess?”

“M-my ass-- ack.”

“Mhm? What’s that? I asked you a fucking question, didn’t I? You should answer me… even if my cock’s buried in your asshole and my arm’s wrapped around your throat.”

Cough cough cough “I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry for crying. I’m sorry for being a loser. Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for complaining. Please use my ass.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now hold still. I’m going to cum in you.”

“Ughh, fuck.. Please be gentle, si-- FUCK. Ouch, fuck, fuck, It feels good, sir.”

“Don’t tell me, tell the camera.”

“It feels really good. I can’t wait to watch this later. I love it when my master rapes my asshole.”

“Can you feel my dick fucking throbbing inside you? FUCK, I’m going to pop. I’m going to fucking cum.”

…

“Go and clean yourself up, princess. I want to watch yesterday's ‘movie’ with you.”

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[Kind of requested in ask.]

Degradation

I'd love to make a girl touch herself on camera. I'd sit on an armchair, having turned on the camera. She'd squat in front of the fireplace, a collar around her pretty neck while she looks straight at the lens, edging her dripping cunt. She’d look at me, red and in tears, the humiliation of it all getting to her. Here she was, fiddling with her fucking cunt while her owner just sat there. Watching. Looking half bored.

“Edge.”

She’d hear my voice, coldly thrown at her from my corner of the room. And she’d fuck herself. Not because it feels good. Not because she was horny. But because she’d been told to. Because she’d become porn. My porn.

In that cold, dark room, we’d hear the sound of her cunt squelching with every flick of her fingers. We’d hear her heavy breathing and the slightest sob. God, I’d struggle to hold back a cruel laugh. I’d struggle to mock the pathetic fucking pornstar. Real women don’t act like this. Only disgusting, obedient fuckmutts do.

“Cum.”

She’d struggle. I’d hear little moans. Her squat would break. She would be pressed against the floor, her ass high up while she’d frantically pound her stupid box. I’d hear a quiet mix of sobbing and panting, and then a quiet breath. She’d exhale softly, her legs shaking.

I’d walk over to the camera and turn it off. I’d tut in annoyance and turn to her, collapsed on the floor and hiding her face in sheer embarrassment.

“You should have been faster. Nobody wants to see some needy set of fuckholes edge for hours like that.”

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repost if you identify as a fuktoy!

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!!!i made this! if u want to repost plss give credit🥺!!!

notes will close on 7/3/24 at 11:59pmmm, which is when my no-touch denial endsssss. i will finally be allowed to touch but i still wont be able to cummmmm sooooo make me stupid EDIT: it's been up for 35 minutes and i already have almost 34 hourssss of edginggg heeheh 1 hr: 62.75 hrs edgingggg heeheheheh

4 hrs: 97.75 hrs edginggg!!!! eeeeeee

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Kinda wanna do another edging challenge so for every like or reblog on this post will be an edge added to the count, I’ll have this going until the night of 6/28

Go easy on this puppy won’t you?

(I’m so fucked aren’t I?)

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haii tumblr ppl :> im training 2 be a super good girl nd become a good edgeslut for daddy so for evry note this gets ill edge for 30 mins :33 pls help me train !!!!

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notes will close on 7/3/24 at 11:59pmmm, which is when my no-touch denial endsssss. i will finally be allowed to touch but i still wont be able to cummmmm sooooo make me stupid EDIT: it's been up for 35 minutes and i already have almost 34 hourssss of edginggg heeheh

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Reblog this to spread your legs and offer a snack to the person you reblogged it from.

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Reblog if you've ever masturbated to Prev's blog.

Don't hide it in your likes, reblog and be brave.