#f and s toys

[andy-clutterbuck]

6x15 | East

[eenslaved]

Hannah under hypnosis

BDSM erotica. Fictional characters over 18. Hypnosis and mind control kink. Humiliation abounds. F/f. Dubious consent.

It was incredible. If they hadn't all seen it for themselves, they never would have believed it.

For starters, when they got there, Hannah was naked. Completely, utterly unclothed. She had her arms folded behind her back, her eyes lowered, and she stood with her legs spread apart. Her heavy, pendulous breasts were bare, the nipples puckered. Her pussy was shaved.

Cleo was clearly excited. There was a vaguely triumphant look on her face. A faint note of smugness in her voice. She put a possessive hand on Hannah's shoulder as she welcomed them.

"Come on in, guys," she said, all casual. Her eyes smirking. "Meet Hannah. I know you all think you know her, but that was the old Hannah. This is Hannah, my sex slave, and I'm so glad you guys are meeting her today. Hannah, say hello to all our friends!"

"Hello," Hannah said quietly. Her cheers were bright red and her nipples were very hard. They could even see her clit; it was sticking out from under its hood, a swollen bud.

"You all were saying you hadn't seen us in forever. Especially Hannah, I know she's been so absent lately. Well, it's because I've been teaching her to be my slave and you know Hannah...she's a bit of a slow learner," Cleo sniggered.

Hannah bit her lip and remained silent.

"She can be so slow and silly. She still is! But she's really done her best and she's come so far along. I'm really proud of her." Cleo played with Hannah's hair. "You've been a good slave today, haven't you, silly?"

"Yes, miss," Hannah whispered. Her lips parted and she seemed to be making herself breathe calmly with some effort.

"Let's show off your training," Cleo announced. "Everyone, do you want to see all the tricks Hannah the sex slave can do?"

Everyone enthusiastically agreed that they did want to see.

First, Hannah showed them all of the different positions she had learned—positions to display her body, to demonstrate her readiness for sex, her desire to be used. Really humiliating positions. She showed them how she could change smoothly from each stance, how she crawled, even how she used her body wordlessly to beg for a good, hard fucking. She showed them how she eat meals and drank water from bowls placed on the floor.

Then Hannah showed them how good her mouth and tongue were at worshipping Cleo's cunt. She was so dedicated at her task. Evidence of Cleo's pleasure was all over Hannah's face by the time Cleo breathlessly commanded her to stop.

Hannah was good at taking toys in her holes. Even the really fat plug — she bore down and took it into her ass without complaint. Without expressly verbal complaint, anyway. 

"This is her best trick," Cleo promised. "Hannah, are you ready?"

Hannah's eyes went wide and frantic. "Oh, no, please, miss!"

"Uh oh," Cleo darted a playful look at their guests. "Someone wants to be punished. Is that it, Hannah? You want everyone here to see what you look like when I have to punish my bad slave?"

"No! No!"

"You know how I feel about that word, Hannah."

"I'm sorry," Hannah managed to say. "Please, miss...I..."

"So you do want to be a good sex slave? I need to hear you say it, Hannah."

"I want to be a good sex slave," Hannah said, sounding torn.

"See, that wasn't hard, was it. Silly girl. Always making things so difficult for yourself! Get ready for your trick now."

She waited until Hannah finally met her eyes. Hannah's eyes welled with tears, but she held Cleo's gaze.

Cleo grinned mischievously at their guests. She held up her fingers and snapped them in front of Hannah's face.

As soon as the she snapped her fingers, Hannah's expression changed. Her whole body seemed to...slip into a different persona. Her head drooped and her shoulders slumped. Her eyes went to half-mast.

"Don't worry," Cleo said cheerfully. "She's not asleep. That wouldn't be fun. She's just been conditioned to think that she's a doll. For real. She doesn't think of herself as Hannah anymore, or even my sex slave. She believes she's a real live doll and all she wants is to be played with."

"Oh my god," someone said. "Holy fucking shit. Is this for real?"

"Yeah," Cleo giggled. "I told you it was a fun trick."

"Can she hear us? And will she remember this?"

"She can hear us, but she won't remember this. That's why we have that." Cleo indicated the camera that was set up on the tripod. "I promised Hannah that I will always record her doing this trick, so she can see what happened for herself."

"Can she...talk to us?"

"Dolls don't talk," Cleo scoffed. "Maybe in the future I'll program her to be a more advanced model. Well, don't keep her waiting! She's a beautiful doll, isn't she? She doesn't really have feelings but she does believe very strongly that her purpose as a doll is to be played with by her owners. So who wants to play with my Hannah doll first?"

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[lightbulb-warning]

i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself

[chiptunepacifist]

Gonna start sharing more of my chica self ship art here lawl

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[earst-utsl]

I’m so sleepy and compliant… if only someone were here to hypnotize me into a perfect little doll for them (hypnotize me in my dms)

[slashingdisneypasta]

Imagine your siblings child referring your F/O as their Uncle/Aunt because you two have been together so long !!

You've been together practically their whole lives, whether your F/O is good with/likes kids, they were always around when you babysat (Because you live together. Maybe they were helping you with your niece/nephew! Maybe they were just watching TV in the same room and got dinner ready so you could continue keeping an eye on the baby. Maybe they hid away in your shared bedroom the whole time but the child always knew they were there), they maybe even went to family gatherings with you!- they have just been a constant in your niece/nephews life. Just like you.

In this kids mind, you and your F/O are a package deal.

[apricote]

fennec often comes with his mom to the bakery, but he prefers to play outside where there’s not so many people. 🤍

[per-oceanum]

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) ( @songofnoheart )

Prompt

Toys.

Yes, Crocodile has a rather impressive collection of toys. For a time, he'd only been comfortable with topping, so he's gathered quite the collection of strap-compatible toys. ( Or the dual ended ones. ) However, over the years he's grown more comfortable with insertion upon himself, so he's gotten a few things that he PARTICULARLY enjoys.

Not everything is for insertion, however. Clamps, rings, blindfolds, gags... the list goes on and on.

[doppostims]

Ulala x Otogi

Selfship board with ribbons, lace, sweets, cherry blossoms, magical girl stuff and pastel spacecore

For @vanillacometdreamer

x / x / x | x / x / x | x / x / x

[toytulini]

starting the day off Wrong with. nerds gummy clusters for breakfast,

[chiptunepacifist]

Erm…this is awkward…….

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[earst-utsl]

Look what came in the mail today

[vihattu-thethoroughbredofsin]

It's raining Skyfires, hallelujah! It's raining Skyfires, hey-hey!

It is quite unusual that we have received so many variants close to the canonical Skyfire from official and unofficial manufacturers. From 2019 to at least 2023, there are as many as 4 different alternatives, small and bigger.

Just look at this!

1. Transformers War for Cybertron: Siege Commander Jetfire (Here, because he is going to be re-released); 2. Transformers War for Cybertron: Siege Commander Jetfire (Shattered Glass); 3. NewAge H45 Firefox (Legends Skyfire/Jetfire); 4. NewAge H45B Strangelove (Shattered Glass); 5. NewAge H45 EXR Firefox (Chameleon Version); 6. NewAge H45T Firefox (Clear Version); 7. NewAge H45 Firefox (Animation Version) (this is the fifth version, they are trying to squeeze everything that is possible and impossible out of it); 8. Magic Square Toys MS-B47 Meteorite; 9. MP-57 Skyfire.

My hope is as weak as the fire of a match against a hurricane. But I want to think that this is some kind of sign from the universe (or rather from Hasbro with Takara). Maybe, suddenly, he has gained enough popularity in the eyes of fans so that they will return him to us in some media. To return him in his true form, with his design (*an evil look towards the Cyberverse*) and not a maniac with an incomprehensible motivation (*a dissatisfied look towards the WfC trilogy*).

And finally give him back his true name! Seriously, this name was used only in the very first cartoon and in the SuperLink, when translated into Energon, there was Jetfire again. What's wrong with his name, Hasbro? Is it so difficult to buy back the rights to it? Or how this copyright system works in America in general, Takara has no problems with this, although Japan seems to be tougher in this matter. Maybe the new arrangements with Harmony Gold will allow them to use it, I do not know, just give him back that name for once...

[burnt-toast-life]

Fuzzball and Kage

@ibaraswhore @photographicapparitions @abnormaloracle @holidaywithahobbyist

[unmeiha-arc]

@azuredragoon​  //  cont’d.

          ❛ Why do I ... ? ❜

          In truth it isn’t something she’s thought much on; she never thought she needed to. The reasons always seemed so simple, so obvious. Yet now that she is asked to present them, the words die in her throat ere they can escape.

          ❛ For — ❜

          She was born with a weapon in hand, with righteousness and rebellion burning in her veins. She fought for her family, for her home, for king and country, for freedom. When she’d left Doma — abandoned it, abandoned them to the Empire’s mercy, frightened away like a child by visions of fire and ash — she’d left her reason to fight with it. The cost of running had been the family she’d left behind.  ( You could not save them. You would have only died with them. )  the cost of her complacency had been the family she’d found.  ( Yda, Papalymo, Thancred, Y’shtola... Minfilia. )  Debts that require more than she will ever possess and that she will no doubt spend the rest of here life trying to balance.

          ❛ For ... ❜

          In hindsight, Koharu realizes it’s why she had fought with such reckless abandon through the Dragonsong War. That had cost her, too. And in turn, it was no doubt why she had denied any possible futures that lead to the dread wyrm’s triumph and yet one more precious loss.

          ❛ For those I have lost, that they might know some small measure of peace in knowing that their deaths will never have been in vain; for those who remain which I cannot — will not — afford to lose. For atonement, ❜     she admits alongside a short, humorless laugh and wry smile.     ❛ Though, I suppose... fighting for atonement — ‘tis something of an oxymoron, is it not? ❜

          She pauses a moment to collect her thoughts once more and unfolds her arms, resting one on the sword strapped to her hip before continuing:     ❛ For a day when I might know what it is like to set my weapons down. ❜     Even though she’s unsure if she would be able to when — if that time came.     ❛ In the end... my reasons are ultimately for myself, however much others may also gain some benefit from them. ❜