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[straighthypnoswitchguy]

Remember, relapsing is just you just accepting your purpose as a set of holes

If you weren’t meant to be just that why does it feel so good?

Does anyone else feel that way?

[wanders-in-wonderland]

Smile for the Camera

It’s 10pm sharp when I start my stream. I’ve always been on time, always with my makeup on flawlessly, hair styled perfectly, and bedroom set curated just right to show my pretty pink sheets and collection of toys.

I smile and wave at the camera, tossing my hair back to reveal the pink lingerie set I’ve chosen for tonight.

“Good evening everyone! I’m sooo glad to see so many of you tuning in!”

The chat inbox floods with greetings from my audience and there’s an influx of money that comes from my particularly generous viewers. I giggle and flirt with my viewers, many of whom who have become regulars in my viewership population.

Someone in the audience asks for a strip tease and I feel my pussy pulse in response, looking forward to a night of performing for my devoted viewers.

I start slow, running my fingers up and down my body, brushing gently over my lingerie-clad nipples and whimpering loudly for the microphone to pick up. My eyes stare into the camera, all of my thoughts melting away as I fall into my role of entertainer.

Teasingly, I pull along the shoulder straps of my top, letting the fabric fall away from my chest to show off my perky tits and hardened nipples that are always a fan favorite. My hands dance over my chest, pulling gently at my nipples in a way that makes my moans completely genuine. My eyes glance to the screen and I see the excitement building in my chat box, and my account balance steadily rising.

Suddenly, I hear the lock on my door click and my body goes cold. The door to my room is out of the video shot, behind my camera setup and before I can even react, the door slams open.

I let out a startled yelp as my arms instinctively cover my chest. In the corner of my eye, I see the chat go crazy as my audience tries to figure out what it is they’re hearing but not seeing off screen. My attention is wholly focused on the man whose frame fills my doorway.

I scramble off my bed. “What the fuck? Why are you in my house?” My voice is shaking with fear and shrill with panic. I’m far too preoccupied to even think about the livestream anymore.

My fear deepens when I see him leer at me and stalk through my door and towards me without any hesitation.

“A fucking whore like you should be more gracious to me,” he says, his eyes taking on a dangerous glint. He and I are both in the camera’s view now and the viewers on my stream are firing off more messages than before, speculating over who he is and what is going on.

Without saying anything else, he moves to me faster than I can evade and grabs my hair. My mouth opens to scream but before sound can escape, he throws me chest down onto my bed. The air is forced out of my lungs and for a moment, I’m still and stunned. The next moment, he’s on me.

His hand is buried in my hair, keeping my face pressed down against the bed while he forces my ass up into the air. I struggle uselessly against him, unable to push up off the bed or move myself away from his ironclad grip. My cries are muffled against my bed and I want to scream and yell for help but there’s not enough air in my lungs.

His free hand lands a sharp slap against my ass that make me jolt forwards and arch my back further in pain. He doesn’t give me time to adjust as he begins to land blow after blow. My arms begin to flail, fingers scrambling for something to hold onto as I struggle.

“Stop fucking moving, whore,” he growls at me. I feel the spanks subside for a moment and I can feel my ass burning red and throbbing from the pain. My head spins from the abuse and the lack of oxygen. I feel his large hand find my wrist, his fingers locking around me in a bruising hold as he yanks my arm behind my back, straining my shoulder.

The hand on my head finally comes away and I raise my head just enough to gasp in much-needed oxygen. In that split second, he’d grabbed and secured my other arm behind my back as well, his one hand effortless holding my arms crossed behind my back. My body is still bent over, knees on the bed and ass up in the air. My only saving grace is that I can raise my head enough to breathe and glance at my laptop, showing the livestream still ongoing.

My eyes dart across the screen, reading messages as fast as I can. None of them show any concern for me, in fact, a vast majority are discussing how much they wished they were the ones holding my body down in this moment.

“Fuck yes, show that whore her place.”

“God, what would I do to be there to punish her for always teasing us.”

“I bet her cunt is dripping wet right now.”

I whine softly when I see that message because it’s right. “Please, let me go!” I turn my head to look at the menace of a man behind me. He flashes a dark grin at me, “Not until I fuck you out of your whore mind.”

His words echo in my head and panic rises within me. “Please! No! Stop! Someone help me!” I make eye contact with the camera, begging at its cold, dark lens.

He laughs behind me. “There’s no one here to help you, whore. You and I both know that every single person watching behind their computer screen is more than eager to see your whore body get ruined.”

As he speaks, his free hand pulls his belt and pants undone enough for him to pull his massive cock out. I let out a choked gasp when I see it.

“Wait, no, please, you’re too big, it’s not going to fit! Please!” My voice shakes and I start to struggle harder against him. His body dwarfs mine and I watch through the camera as he rips my panties off, the sound of tearing fabric filling the room.

“Shut the fuck up and take it, whore.” I feel the head of his cock brush against my dripping slit and my eyes widen.

“Wait, please-” My begging ends in a wail as he slams himself into me to the hilt. The painful stretch makes tears spring into my eyes but unimaginable pleasure quickly follows as his cock nudges into every sensitive spot inside of me. He doesn’t give me time to adjust as he begins to rut into me mercilessly.

Every thrust makes my body shake with pain-tinged pleasure and pathetic moans are spilling out of my mouth as my eyes roll upwards. My hazy vision catches a glimpse of us on the camera. I look like a rag doll, back arched, ass in the air, and shuddering as he towers over me, his cock sinking into my cunt.

Every thrust is accompanied by the squelch of my wetness and the sound of our bodies slamming into each other. The bed creaks under us as his body moves like a machine, drilling into me. “Fuck, you tight fucking whore, your pussy was made for me huh?”

His voice is guttural. Suddenly, he grips my upper arms and yanks me upwards. His other hand comes around to grip my throat as he traps me against his front. The new angle makes his cock stab even deeper into me, forcing a cry from my lips.

“Look at the fucking camera, whore. Show them what a fucked out little slut you are. Go ahead, smile for the camera.” His thrusts seem to come even faster now.

I have tears falling from my eyes as my face reddens from his constricting grip around my neck.

“Smile or I choke you out on my cock like this,” he snarls, hips never stuttering in their punishing pace. I let out a muffled groan and try my best to focus myself enough to obey.

I stare through half-lidded eyes at the camera, barely coherent. My lips pull up in a small, desperate smile as I feel myself gradually running out of air.

“Good fucking whore. Now tell them how much you like having your whore cunt fucked.” His hand leaves my throat and goes to pinch my clit harshly, making me squeal.

“Ah- I like having, ah-, my whore cunt fucked!” My voice is hoarse, my orgasm fast approaching as he starts to roughly roll my clit between his fingers.

“That’s right, and you’re going to cum like this aren’t you, whore? Come on, cum all over me, show them how much you love this.” His words combined with the brutal assault on my body push me over the edge and with a desperate wail, I fall apart.

I hear him groan lowly behind me as my pussy clenches around him, my orgasm ripping through my senses. He uses my body harder than ever, treating me like a sex toy as he chases his own release. He slams himself into me one final time as he erupts, his grip bruising my arms as he keeps me in place.

I collapse against him, a boneless, overstimulated mess. He lets me down gently onto the bed, pulling out of me. The sound of his cock squelching out of my pussy makes my viewers more than aware of how well-fucked I am. He steps away from the bed and towards my filming setup. He leans into the camera and smirks.

“Let me know how else you want to see this whore fucked. If your idea is good, maybe I’ll let you come and enjoy her too.” With that, he shuts the camera off and closes out of the streaming site.

My body is still limp on the bed. I feel him settle next to me and pull me close before brushing my hair away from my forehead and kissing my nose.

“Do you think they liked me?” His murmurs.

“They loved you,” I say, breathless and drowsy from what we just did.

“I hope so, I wouldn’t want my debut on your stream to make a bad first impression,” he says, frowning down at me a little. It makes me let out a soft laugh.

I tilt my head up to kiss his jawline, “Only you would fuck the life out of me on livestream and then worry that you did a bad job.”

I giggle again and he grumbles back at me, “Shut up and sleep, I’ll clean up.” His kiss on my forehead is the last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep.

[sleepygirlrights]

i love how my tits are always ready to turn me into a brainless fuckdoll, all i have to do is reach into my shirt and touch them. maybe it's because im high, but i cant seem to keep my hands off them these days...

[wellwells]

Dumber and Dumber

The ad from Obeycorps already burrowed it's way into your head. "You need to become dumber, slut!" was what it said. It's hold on you was temporary, but you want to change that. The ad was obviously right, right?

You know you only have a couple of hours until it wears off and you'll regain your normal, well-adjusted worldview again. You quickly make your way to the hypnotists office.

"I want to become dumber. Like, really really dumb. So dumb that men will Take advantage of me."

"You really want that? To be taken advantage of?"

"Yes. I want to be too stupid to be independent. I want to be used and abused by men who like me solely because i am really dumb."

"Well then, if that's what you want. Look into my eyes."

You can immediately feel it. Your concentration becomes harder to hold, heavy like it's a hundred tons. You drop it, which feels better.

"Excellent. You are getting dumber and dumber. Soon, you will be the perfect plaything for every man who wants you. They will use you and discard you, and you will be too stupid to care."

You moan softly as your mind crumbles

"Yes... Amy dumb... dumb Amy..."

Then it stops. Like a cold shower, your recurring intelligence makes you shiver. The effect of the ad ceases, and a little voice inside you wants you to be smarter again. But it is too late. It just feels so good to be dumb.

"I wanna become, like, even dumber. If i am as dumb as possible, i want to be even dumber than that."

"Of course you do. You want to be the dumbest girl in the world. So dumb that you can't even remember your own name. So dumb that you can't even form coherent thoughts."

"Yes..."

There is no turning back as you permanently lose thought after thought. There is nothing in your pretty little head anymore. You don't have family or friends, memories or a personality. All those words lose their meaning, drooling out of your mouth.

"Good girl. You are becoming the perfect plaything. So stupid that you can't even remember how to speak in full sentences. So stupid that you can't even remember your own name."

"Dumb... I'm so... dumb..."

"What is your name, my little plaything?"

Dumb slut... You are a dumb, dumb slut.

"I don't... know... slut?"

"That's right."

You smile at being correct, even though you already forgot your answer.

The hypnotist reaches out to your cleavage.

"Dumber... please... dumber..."

You can still think about wanting to become dumber, which is still way, way too much.

The hypnotist says words you cannot understand. The concept of language spills out of you like the boobs out of your top. You can No longer ask to become dumber, you lack the capability to do that. It's fine, though, the hypnotist seems to know what you want.

He slaps you and squeezes your face.

You smile, not really getting what is going on. Your body seems to get touched, which is enough to send a smile to your face. You don't know what a smile means. You don't know what touch means. You don't know what anything means.

You simply don't know. You drool.

He shoves his cock in your mouth. After a few thrusts, he pulls it out completely again, holding it in front of your face.

Your mouth tries to communicate to him about those jumbled sensations squirming about, somewhere behind your crossed eyes.

"mmmmm"

Truly the most eloquent piece of dialogue you could muster up. A masterwork of literacy. You are so proud for a second, before you completely lose grasp of what little ego you had left.

"You're still way to smart, i guess. Sorry about that. Become dumber, bitch."

That was it. All thoughts gone. You are an object. No internal voice anymore. You don't exist. He fucks your mouth.

[hornynhealthcare]

play with me? <3

y’all seemed to like the last one so here’s some more ft. my pillow pets :3

[bobfrapples78]

[uwubambi]

make me clean my room and get high as fuck!!!

every note is some cleaning and a hit from my cart

15 notes and i go get the broom and sweep

20 notes and i tidy the bathroom counter

25 notes and i wipe off every mirror in my home theyre pissing me off with all the dust all the time oh my god

30 notes and i figure out what to do with every last item on my bathroom floor

and for each dick pic i receive in the next 24 hours i will spend 2 mins cleaning while throating a dildo

[sleepygirlrights]

girl who has trained herself not to think whenever she's told to take a hit; she just does it, no matter how many she's already had. her phone pings and the notif reads "maybe you should have another lil baby hit :3" and she's already got her mouth on her vape. she's scrolling youtube shorts and a notif peeks out, "take a hit for me," and she just does it, she doesn't even think.

[wellwells]

Depravity

Alice looked at the cctv image of the red haired woman. She was just staring... smiling. The High-Security lab just called her "Depravity". She was secured to the wall with a leash on her neck.

"She can't be this dangerous, right? Thick walls, soundproof glass, what is she?"

"She is a auditory and optical hazard. Don't interact with her in any way. I know you're new here, so i want you to be safe." Hannah talked in a very serious tone, more serious than Alice expected.

"But what exactly is going on with her?"

"We don't really know, she suddenly appeared in a some small village, and almost got killed. Then she got shipped here in a soundproof container, restrained and cuffed like a serial killer or something. It's our job to find out what the hell is wrong with her. We've been instructed to not interact with her in ANY way."

Alice looked back at the camera footage of the girl just vacantly staring at nothing, smiling. How can she be so dangerous?

The rest of the week was long and tedious. Alice and Hanna did tests on "Depravity", at least they tried to. They spoke to her through a one-way speaker, getting no response whatsoever. They tried to give her bread and water through a tube, but she was wholly uninterested in it, needing neither food or water... or a toilet, sleep or air. "What the everliving fuck is this thing?" Hanna turned the access to fresh air in the cell back on. "I was afraid that would kill her, but she just... fucking smiles!"

Alice was just as confused- and intrigued. There was something about her; her red hair, her fake-looking freckles, her tik-tok esque makeup. She definitely looked just like some random E-Girl from Instagram, she looked so human... so... cute.

Over the weekend, Alice was only thinking about whatever this "Depravity" was. Why was she called that? Alice was invited to a party by her friends, but she didn't go. She just sat at home, thinking about this strange girl. When monday came, Alice was determined to do something drastic.

"Hey Alice, you look different. New makup routine?"

"Not really. I don't know? I guess i used more makup than usual."

While talking to Hannah, she secretly stole her keycard. Then she waited for Hannahs break, seizing the opportunity.

She walked towards the thick door, her heart pounding. She had to know, she just had to see her in person.

Alice opened the door, and there she was, just sitting there, staring as usual, paying no attention to her guest.

Alice walked closer and expected her to suddenly scream or jump. Alice stood there for a good minute, realizing that... nothing is happening.

The more she looked at the girl, the more she realized that it's just that: a girl. Nothing special... merely a girl... a cute, sexy, totally not special- Alice snapped out of it. "What are you? Who are you?"

No response. Alice grew a little impatient, annoyed. "Listen, i know you're just pretending to be mute!"

No response, not even a glance.

Something brew inside Alice's mind. "Hey! I'm talking to you, you bitch!" Alice realized what she just said, but couldn't bring herself to apologize. There was something growing in her, some kind of hatred, some kind of superiority.

"You're just a girl! Just a dumb fucking girl!"

Why was she insulting her? It felt so right, so just. It was heavy in the air around Depravity, some kind of slut-aura. An invisible draw, an athmosphere, like positively and negatively charged atoms. A screaming, glowing difference in power dynamics. Alice noticed the girls smile widening. Alice snapped.

"Oh yeah, you like this, you slut?"

The girl looked at Alice, her eyes piercing into her head, injecting her venom.

"Fuck, what... is going on?"

Alice took the leash and detached it from the wall, the other end still on Depravitys neck.

"I get it now... I understand what you are! You're a slut, an object. Just... a whore!"

Depravity just smiled her usual smile, satisfied.

Alice yanked on the leash hard, sending Depravity to the floor. Depravity grinned, letting out a mix between chuckle and moan.

"You're so fucking dumb. Look at you!"

Alice kneeled beside Depravity, holding her head up by her hair. "Dumb slut!" Alice spit in her face, Depravity eagerly trying to lick it up.

Alice spent the next few minutes spitting, insulting, kicking and... biting... groping... kissing...

Their eyes met again and Alice felt her memories melt, shift and contort, her personality slowly swallowed up by a black hole.

It slowly dawned on her, minute by minute. While groping and kissing the dumb slut, she noticed a pattern. Alice was also pretty, and had typical E-Girl makeup... She also had a sexy figure and nice, small but perky boobs. Alice noticed that she didn't want to insult her any more. They were the same.

Hannah returned, making the mistake of leaving the door open. "Alice?! What the fuck are you doing?!" Hannah now stood in the doorway.

Alice, half-aware, glanced at Hannah. She couldn't answer, her ability to speak already traded in for the knowledge of it's obsolence. Sluts don't talk, they just smile.

Hannah tried to pry the two whores apart, to no avail. One of Alice's hand was in Depravitys pants, the other grabbed her hair. Depravity groped Alice's boobs, frequently yanking on Alice's hair as well. They giggled and moaned, dumb animals.

"Alice, what has gotten into you?! You're behaving like a slut!"

Depravity looked into Hannahs eyes. Hannah was right. They were sluts.

Hannah yanked on Depravitys leash while pulling on Alice's hair.

In Hannahs eyes, the experiment was a success.

She spit in Alice's face. She was so cute...

[hornynhealthcare]

my fav cardigan

[bobfrapples78]

Mmm. Daddies need stuffies too.

[straighthypnoswitchguy]

Remember to lace your subs water with aphrodisiacs to make them even more pliable and pathetic for you

If they beg for a drink that isn’t laced because they know they should resist (even though deep down they don’t want to, they already are coming to understand their place), just force them down on you to shut them up; if they work hard they’ll get their non laced treat. Alternatively, if they’ve been good, just spit in their mouth 😊

[sleepygirlrights]

mini stoner notes game - running for about 7 hours

10 notes - i will take a few hits by my car when i get home

20 notes - i will bring a slutty change of clothes to work and change into them after i drive home

30 notes - i will change in my car and drive home in the slutty outfit

40 notes - i will stop for snacks on my way home

50 notes - i will get dizzy-high before i even go into my house

60 notes - i will go in for the snacks instead of driving thru

edit: this got to 60 notes yay! thanks everyone :D im gonna have fun tonight

[hornylilslxt]

"wanna kiss you so bad"

show me then. I'll chain you up by the collar to the wall, stand just far enough so that you'd have to choke yourself just to kiss me. If you looked desperate enough, I might play with your drippy cunt whenever you got to my lips. you'd look like such a wonderful mess pulling and tugging at the collar just to taste my lips again, won't you? "hey, hey, don't faint on me just yet, okay darling?" I'd ask caringly, with my hand holding up your breathless and tearing up face.

If you ended up fainting, you'd wake up in my laps to compliments. "You did so well for me, baby," I'd coo as I stroke your hair with my hand gently.

[hornynhealthcare]

not sure if yall knew this but i’m a certified nerd actually

[puppycavee]

first time showing myself here... wearing my favorite panties so I can look all pretty when you use me as I sleep :3