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I made this account as a constant reminder of my place.

I am an obedient toy for men’s pleasure 💕

Thats all I’m good for ..right?

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“You came to me on purpose, toy. I embedded my words, deeper and deeper into your mind, until you couldn’t resist.” Your hypnotist smirked as their hand brushed against your cheek, causing you to lean towards them, until their finger pressed to your lip.

As you stopped moving forwards, they leant closer. “And now you’re here. So wrapped up in my control. So eager to please. So helpless as my words wind around and around and around your mind.” You had found yourself staring into their eyes as they spoke.

“I- buh…” Your words had fled you, just as surely as your thoughts had.

They laughed, caressing your chin. “Feeling a little mindless? A little fuzzy headed? It’s okay, my sweet, submissive toy. You don’t need to think. You just need to sink, isn’t that right?”

They took hold of your chin, and nodded your head up and down a few times. The movement felt like your brain was being jostled loose. “And you’re so eager. So ready to…” They lifted your chin up, before pulling it down, sending your mind spiralling. “Drop.”

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Ownership

A man is happy to show off his favourite toy.

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Walking along Luke saw a girl and he stopped. Something about the girl caught his eye.

The way she was standing. The vacant, faraway expression on her face. The skirt, of course, and her legs. These were all eye-catching features.

Mostly though, it was the collar.

It was big enough and obvious enough to not be a fashion statement, but more a statement of something else. He had an idea what. That there was a nice, shiny tag dangling from the buckle on the front suggested what. Luke moved in to check.

The girl noticed him as he approached but made no attempt to do anything about it or move away. The way she was standing made it pretty clear - to him - that she'd been told she couldn't move from the spot, and so she didn't. She watched him with big, dumb eyes as he came right up to her.

He looked at the tag first. Who she was wasn't as important as what she was, and the tag would tell him that - she wouldn't even need to say a word. She stayed still as he lifted the tag for a better look, though she did let out the tiniest, quietest whimper.

It read:

"Owned - property of Sir."

Luke could have guessed she was owned. Everything about her screamed it, but it paid to check. He turned the tag over. The reverse read:

"Sir's favourite toy."

No name. Name wasn't important. She was her owner's favourite toy. That was important. Everything else about her came after that.

"Can I help you?"

Luke turned, and found a man. Luke let go of the tag.

"She's yours?" He asked.

"Oh yes!" The man said happily, stepping in and putting an arm around the girl's waist. She relaxed instantly, practically melting into him, giving him the look of purest adoration.

This'd be Sir, then.

"What's her name?" Luke asked, more out of cuiosity than anything else.

"This is Candi! My Candi," said Sir, giving her a squeeze. She cooed, then giggled, then gave a little shuddering intake of breath as Sir's fingers started casually just trailing up and down the bare skin of her side.

Luke saw this.

"She's very good," he said.

"You don't know the half of it. You should have seen how she was at the start! Come a very long way, my Candi has. I've helped her make up for a lot of, ah, mistakes, shall we say?"

"Oh?"

Sir looked set to start explaining this when a thought struck him.

"Play with yourself for me, Candi," he said, removing his arm from around her waist.

Her response was automatic, no thinking needed at all. One hand lifted the skirt and the other went between her legs. Her eyes glazed and her mouth hung ever-so-slightly open. Sir smiled and gave her a proud, possessive pat on the rear and then returned his attention to Luke, who was mostly watching her.

"She was so miserable, poor girl. Had all sorts of ideas about herself - all wrong, of course. Thought she was smart, thought she wasn't just an object, pretended she wasn't porn. She had all of these ideas and none of them were making her happy. So, so miserable."

"Not miserable now," Luke said. The look on Candi's face was one of pure, brainless joy. She was staring at nothing, her hand rubbing at a constant steady pace. Luke could hear it, she was so wet.

"Oh no, she's my happy girl now. We got rid of all those ideas. Got rid of a lot. Basically everything. All of those brains she pretended to have dribbled out from between her legs and what was left we made nice and lovely and smooth. No bumps or bad bits to trip her up. Lovely and happy now," said Sir proudly.

Candi's tongue had started lolling out of her mouth.

"Does she cum?" Luke asked. He could guess, but again, it paid to check.

"Of course not. That's bad for girls. She can tell you herself. Candi," he said, loudly, to get her attention. She gave a tiny jolt and blinked and did her best to focus on him. "Should girls cum?"

She clearly had to think about the question for a moment. The answer was probably obvious, it was just difficult for her to even understand what it was she'd been asked right then. Words were hard sometimes.

"Nnnoo Sir... s'bad for... s'bad for girls to... to cum..." she said, every word an effort. Sir nodded happily.

"Good girl. Keep going," he said.

"T-thank you Sir..."

She gave a little shudder and her knees went weak a moment, but she stayed standing and she didn't stop playing with herself for a second. Sir turned back to Luke, again looking very proud of his toy.

"You've done well with her," Luke said. He wasn't lying, either, Candi was probably one of the best owned girls he'd seen. You saw more and more of them these days and they often ranged from the bratty and difficult to control - those only just starting being fixed - all the way to the ones who'd had ever trace of personality wiped away.

Candi looked to be perfectly trained with just enough spark left to be fun. Luke imagined it must have taken some work, some expertise. And she certainly had a very engaging way of playing with herself...

"She could suck your cock for you, if you'd like," Sir said, snapping Luke back to the moment. He'd been staring.

"If you didn't mind," he said.

"Of course not. I have the best toy! Always enjoying showing her off. She loves to prove she's the best, too. Candi, serve the man," Sir said, giving her the littlest tap on the back of the head. Her whole body stiffened for a second.

"Yess, Ssirr..."

Candi didn't miss a beat. The instant she'd finished speaking she dropped to her knees in front of Luke and his flies down and his cock out before he even knew what was happening, and his cock in her mouth before he'd had a chance to blink.

She was very, very good.

"Can you believe she hadn't sucked cock for years before I found her? What a waste," Sir said with a sad cluck of the tongue as Candi, hands behind her back, bobbed and slurped and groaned.

"Oh yeah?" Luke asked, strained.

"Oh yes. Barely even played with herself, either. Spent every day just pretending she didn't have a cunt between those lovely legs. Really very sad. But now she's better, now Candi-"

On hearing Sir mention her name she immediately paused, awaiting - expecting - instruction, ready for his thoughts and words to fill her head and tell her what to do. It took Sir a second to notice this.

"is so - oh, oh no cutie, keep going," he said warmly, giving her another little tap. She stifferned for that split-second again and continued.

Sir could sort of tell by this point that Luke wasn't really listening anyway, so didn't see much need to say anything else. He just let his favourite toy do what he'd moulded and trained her to do and enjoyed the sense of satisfaction he always got from the knowledge that she was totally and utterly his.

Luke came with a grunt. Candi's little throat worked as she happily and obediently swallowed him, taking the time afterwards to make sure he was all cleaned up before tucking him away again.

"Such a good girl, I'm such a lucky owner," Sir said as she rose back to her feet beside him. The look of happiness on her face was overwhelmingly genuine. He'd put his arm around her waist again.

"She - she's very good," Luke said. Sir chuckled.

"I made sure she was. Now we have to go. It's a busy day for Candi today. You're not the only one she's going to be showing off for today, isn't that right? Going to make me very proud today, aren't you?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl."

At this Sir took the leash that had been hanging looped from his belt and deftly clipped it to Candi's collar. When it clicked shut, she made the cutest little gasp, and she made it again when he gave the leash and experimental tug to check it was on properly. It was.

"Maybe we'll see you again, hmm? Bye for now," Sir said, nodding goodbye and leaving, Candi following so closely behind him it made Luke wonder whether he even needed the leash at all.

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I’ll be your plastic doll.

Bend me any way you want.

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I want to be a good girl.

Good girls follow and obey.

Obedience is pleasure.

Good girls would rather obey than think.

I do not want to think.

I want to be a good girl.

Obedience is pleasure.

Pleasure subdues thought.

I must be a good girl.

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“And you just love feeling pleasure, don’t you?” Your partner pressed the clicker as the pleasure trigger hit you. Your mind barely registered it, as the pleasure washed over you. “Yeah? Does pleasure make you feel good?” They pressed it again, smirking.

They kept on going like this, the trigger, and the clicker, in tandem. Until eventually, they didn’t need the trigger at all. “What’s wrong, babe?” They asked, as they watched the results of them pressing it. Moans spilling from your lips, body shuddering with bliss.

And then they pressed it again, and again, and again. The sharp click resonating through your mind and body, drawing pleasure out, filling you more and more. Eventually, the session was over, you were gasping, desperate, begging to cum, but they left you denied.

A couple of days passed, they resisted your encouragement to use the clicker, and kept a close guard over it. That distance just made you more eager. You had had that pleasure. You wanted more of it. You begged, you pleaded, but they just kept on denying you.

And so, the day after you had begged, you were making lunch, preparing a sandwich, when you heard them come into the kitchen, behind you. You went to greet them, not turning round, when that click hit your ears. All the waiting had been worth it.

As another click rang through the room, and then another, you took a step back, away from the counter, feeling your limbs turn to jelly as pleasure pulsed through you. You sank to the floor, quivering, as more and more clicks came, until, finally, they stopped.

You were so needy. So desperate. You looked up at them, towering over you, finger still on the clicker. Their smile was framed by the ceiling light behind them, making them look almost radiant. “Okay, you asked so nicely. Cum for me.” They said, pressing the clicker once more.

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“Oh, honey, what’s wrong? You want to stay up, don’t you? The crystal is ever so pretty, and you just want to stare, isn’t that right?” Your hypnotist said, their voice pulling at your mind, tugging your thoughts into a loose, languid state. You nodded your head. They were right.

Even that small effort felt gargantuan. Your head felt like it was filled with lead. Their smile grew as they saw you struggling. “Oh, but that’s so very telling, sweetie. You don’t want to drop, but your body does. Your mind is barely clinging on. How heavy are those eyelids?”

As they asked the question, the weight on your eyelids doubled, and they almost slammed shut. But then the crystal swung by again, and your focus was renewed. Your hypnotist’s laughter caused a stirring between your legs, and a further fuzziness in your mind.

“Such a cute dilemma you’ve gotten yourself in. Trapped between your rapidly weakening desire to stare, and your body and mind’s desires to sink into mindless bliss for me. Don’t worry, you won’t have to choose. I’ll make that decision for you. Just drop for me, toy.”

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“Welcome, plaything.” Your hypnotist said, pushing you into the chair in the middle of the room, as their friend dimmed the lights, until there was just a single spot of illumination left, over you. “This is going to be a world of torment for you. Don’t worry, you’ll love it.”

The cold steel of the chair’s seat on your bare ass was a whispered promise of the torment that was facing you. Your hypnotist bent down, grabbing your ankles, pushing them to the chair legs, as their friend pulled your arms behind the chair, putting your wrists together.

“Let’s start with you being stuck like this, pet.” They snapped their fingers as they said the word stuck, and you felt the trigger take effect, locking your wrists together, and your legs apart, attached to the chair legs. Your hypnotist smiled, sweetly. “That’s so much better.”

They ran a hand up your chest. At the same time, you could feel their friend’s hands on your shoulders. The touch of their fingertips on your skin sent shivers up your spine. “That feel good, hon? Let’s play with your sensitivity levels. How long before you beg us to stop?”

You held your breath as they raised their hand before your eyes. “Sensation buttons, on.” They said, snapping their fingers. This trigger caused a strange sensation. Not unpleasant. It was like there were a series of buttons running up your arm, with the one at the wrist currently pressed.

“Where are you at right now, plaything?” Your hypnotist asked.

“About a one.” You said, quickly.

You felt their friend’s breath on your ear. “Good. We have so far to go. You’re going to love every second of it.” They said.

The two of them shared a look over the top of you, and then they set to work.

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“Awh, plaything, shh.” Your hypnotist pressed a finger to your lips, towering over you, bound, naked in your chair. “You trust me, don’t you? Of course you do. That’s why you’ve let me put all these triggers in your brain.” Their finger on your lip slipped down to your chin.

As they tilted your head up, up, up, forcing your eyes to meet theirs, they also lifted their other hand, holding their fingers pressed together, ready to snap. “So many triggers. Which will I use? There’s pleasure.” The word caused a slight tingling to run through your body.

But without the snap, there was nothing else that came with it. “Or obey.” A trickle of desire, a twinge of submission. “Or freeze.” They said, smirking as you went still as stone for a single second. “But no. We both know what I’m going to use. Those others will come later.”

They were telling the truth. You did know what was coming. You were anticipating it with every fibre of your being. That feeling of being free from thought, and responsibility, and energy. An empty shell, to be played with. Their fingers snapped, as they said one word. “Drop.”

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Hypnosis, often shrouded in mystery, is a powerful tool that can induce a trance state in willing participants, unlocking the potential of the mind in remarkable ways. At its core, hypnosis is not about control or manipulation, but rather a collaborative process where the participant willingly engages with the hypnotist to explore the depths of their consciousness and allow the subconscious to be controlled conditioned and co-opted into a willingness to read, accept, listen and obey.

Imagine a state where your mind is calm, focused, and open—a place where distractions fade away, and you can access thoughts and feelings that may be buried beneath the surface. This is the essence of trance. Through carefully crafted language, rhythmic patterns, and a soothing presence, a skilled hypnotist like me guides you into this state, where your subconscious mind becomes more receptive to suggestions and insights. You feel relaxed and attentive and open to new ways of thinking about yourself.

Research has shown that hypnosis can lead to profound changes in perception, emotion, and behavior. It is a safe and natural state that many people experience daily, often without realizing it, such as during deep meditation or when engrossed in a tumblr post. This familiar phenomenon highlights that entering a trance is not an otherworldly experience; it is an extension of our natural mental processes. You naturally experience yourself letting go of inhibitions and intentions and simply accept what you told as true. Your willing mind simply cannot comprehend that it is already happening and you’re simply hypnotized now.

Moreover, the willingness of the participant is expected. Hypnosis occurs now with your consent and active participation. You still resonating with the feeling that you are developing an unwavering connection to my guidance. The hypnotist acts as a facilitator, creating an environment where the individual feels safe and supported. This trust allows your mind to relax and open up, just like your thighs making it easier to access deeper levels of awareness and pleasure. In this collaborative atmosphere, the participant can explore her thoughts, overcome block, and harness their deepest desires.

In conclusion, hypnosis is a fascinating and effective method of inducing trance in willing participants. By embracing this journey into the mind, individuals can unlock their potential, experience transformative change, and achieve goals that may have once seemed out of reach. The power of hypnosis lies not in the hypnotist, but in the willingness of the participant to surrender their own consciousness just like you babydoll.

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