#mind corruption

[obeymisslexyhypnoyou]

You love it hehe, don’t you deny 🫵🏻

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🤤

[kaionyx]

Why is cockwarming only talked about in the sense that you do it before sex and not after too like it’s not the best way to break a puppy into the perfect cocksleeve?

Finally settling down after rounds of different scenes just to pin them under my weight and hold them like a stuffed animal on my cock, letting them whine and squirm at the fullness in their belly from holding all of the constant loads i’ve rutted back inside until they stop and just accept it. Forcing them feel dazed and bred while going in and out of consciousness to a mixture of soft kisses and sweet words, like how I can’t leave yet because they just feel so good around me and what a precious fuckmutt they’ve been for my cock.

How could their poor mind not rewire itself into thinking how grateful they are to be constantly broken and fixed by someone like me by the time i’m done hmm?

[regaliaafterdark]

Aww, poor, poor little whore.

You get that turned on when you know Daddy is much, much older than you?

You can't stop leaking knowing he's so much bigger and stronger than you will ever be without even trying?

Your mind won't have anything but a desire to be violated by him, knowing that if he did you wouldn't be able to do anything about it? That he would treat you like the dumb little cocksleeve you are?

Poor, poor little whore.

You're just way too far gone?

Your mind is ruined from looking at so much porn in the internet?

Are you simply too horny to think properly?

Too brainwashed to ever be a normal person again?

Awww, what are you gonna do about it then, toy? Masturbate?

Push those little fingers inside your soaked cunt knowing they'll never reach as deep as Daddy's longer, thicker fingers?

Push a brush as fast and hard as you fsn knowing it's not even half as thick as Daddy's cock?

Of course you will.

You are a pathetic cunt after all.

Embrace it. Don't stop masturbating.

Don't stop edging.

And do not cum until Daddy says you can. ^^

[stupidbeta]

Sooooo small 🥺

Send a dm to be humiliated 😂😂little one

[your-internet-bf]

We hadn't always gotten along. When our parents got married, we could barely stand each other. How could we get along with some brat we barely knew? Luckily, I had an idea. I bought a clicker - you know, the one they use to train dogs? - and got to work.

I started with "thank you". Every time you said it, maybe at dinner, in the car, at a restaurant, I pressed the clicker. You couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, and nobody else seemed to know what you were talking about. But soon, I started helping you with chores around the house and when we finished, *click*. And without really thinking about it, you'd say "thank you."

A few months passed, and you'd started to notice things about me. I took care of myself. I was clean, and I exercised regularly. You'd hang around when you knew I'd be back from the gym just to catch a whiff of the sweat and metal on me when I returned - our eyes caught once when you got a little too close, and for the first time you saw something primal, a little dark, in my gaze. But it passed in an instant.

We started getting along better, now. So one day, when you were lying on the couch with a snack bowl, I snatched it up and motioned to throw it into your mouth. Well, innocent enough, right? And it wasn't like I was eating much, so it's fine, right? Every time you open your mouth to catch, *click*, *click*, *click*.

Then, I invited you to come work out with me. Every time you did a squat, *click*. I told you it was a metronome to keep your intensity up, but you noticed the bulge in my sweatpants was bigger than usual. Wait, when did you start noticing my bulge, especially enough to know that...?

Finally, it was time. I'd been listening outside your bedroom door for weeks now, and I knew when you'd be asleep. I quietly opened your door and stepped into your room, locking it behind me. You stirred at the sound of the lock clicking, but I wasn't afraid.

I gingerly pulled down the covers and just... stared for a while. I'd never taken the time to really look at how beautiful you are, how gorgeous those curves were. I could hardly stand it. As you lay on your side, I took out the clicker, and *click* it once. Laying on your side, like you were on the couch with the snacks, you obediently open your mouth.

I pull down my pants, my long, thick cock swinging between my thighs. I brush the back of my hand over your cheek, then set it firmly against the back of your head, and push into your mouth.

You wake up almost immediately, but my hand stops you from pulling back as I force inch after throbbing inch down your throat. The more you struggle, the tighter you feel, the harder I push, until you felt your nose press into my hips. You push as hard as you can against me, but I'm so much bigger and stronger than you it doesn't do anything. I don't even budge.

I start to grind into your skull, making you swallow the thick, heavy head of my cock again and again, as I groan in pleasure. I start thrusting harder and harder, making your eyes water as I slam my hips into your face again and again, until finally, mercifully, I release inside you, deep inside your throat. You feel me pulse with your whole mouth, and you struggle to swallow each load of thick, hot, sticky cum while I'm still inside you.

With a shuddering breath, I pull out, letting you breathe properly for the first time in minutes. I watch while you cough and catch your breath, and then I ask, "what do you say?"

You breathe in intending to scream, but then you hear it, just one soft *click*, and all you can say is "thank you".

You stare at me, confused. I wipe my cum off your chin with my thumb, and *click* again. "Thank you", you say.

"I knew it. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Now," I push you onto your back, "spread for me."

*click*

You raise your legs to either side, exactly like you're doing a squat.

"I don't - I don't understand," you whimper, legs still in the air.

"You don't have to," I reply, reaching one hand between your legs to feel how wet you are.

"You're soaking, little girl," as I bring my hand up for you to see... Then make you taste it. I reach back down and slip in two of my thick, strong fingers, and cover your mouth with my other hand as you moan. I press up in just the right spot, rubbing in tight, quick circles so deliciously that you can't help but arch your back and grind into me. You feel the pleasure build and all thought leaves your mind; the only thing that matters is my fingers inside you, the scent of my hand over your mouth, and the lingering taste of me.

But before you can finish I pull my fingers out, pressing up and out, leaving you twitching and gasping. "Not yet," I mutter, and I move myself down between your legs. I line up my cock, slapping it down on your tummy first. It reaches your navel, and you feel a wave of fear that only makes you wetter. I pull back, then start pushing in.

It's thick, thick, thick, and heavy. I stretch you out wider than you thought possible, pressuring you in every direction, spreading your aching cunt and making you feel full inside for the first time in your life. Long, deep strokes, moving your whole body with every thrust, reaching inside you, my breath coming fast and hard.

And you hear it again.

*click*

"Thank you," you choke out between sobs.

*click*

"Thank you," you moan.

*click*

"Thank you," you plead, tears in your eyes.

My strokes come faster now, slamming inside you like an animal as you continue to thank me for raping you. Finally, finally, finally, you feel me tense up and slam deep, deep, deep inside you, pressing your whole body into the bed, as I cum again. Huge, hot, sticky white loads of my cum shoot inside you, filling you, as my breath comes in gasps, and as I do you feel it too, now, the wave of pleasure cresting, and you cum, your legs squeezing together, your face screwed tight, moaning with the release of months of tension. And as you cum, you hear a new sound, a familiar sound, but it's deeper than the others...

*click*

And you cum harder, knowing I'm training you like a bitch in heat.

I climb up next to you, and just gaze into your eyes for a moment. Then I smile. "Let's go again."

*click*

[haileykk]

Yes sir!! Do you like my tan lines?

[smxlegxrl]

your brain is in your pussy. that's right, brain in pussy. your pussy is your brain. you do all your thinking with your pussy, anyway. your pussy is the smartest part of your body. your pussy knows what you need. you need to listen to your pussy. your pussy tells you what to do, when to rub, who to fuck. your brain is your pussy. you are pussy.

[soap3r3nahue]

loud but quiet history

Towers of Silence in Yazd, Iran.

[haileykk]

Quick gas station titty pic

[dummigilry]

gosh yes pls

hypnosis and brainwashing are all well and good, but conditioning???? irrevocably changing my behaviour for your pleasure???? so that it just happens, whether i want it to, whether i think about it or not????

now that's hot

[narcissistichedonist]

her eyes are so pretty i can't help but torture her clit until she cries

[jayaury]

Special Training

You're so glad you got the retraining module that goblin maid IT worker installed on all the staff computers.

After all, how else would you have realized how important it is to love short, bubbly, busty green beauties?

How could you have guessed how important dating pretty goblin girls was to your career?

How could you have known how empty your life was when a hot goblin couldn't grab your tie, lead you into the bathroom, and get you to plow her until she's a moaning wreck?

Fortunately, now you know.

And those extra Marital Training modules she's now installed are sure to help you get promoted to 'Happy Stud Husband.'

Just like you were always meant to be...

[eggzbenadryl]

Big brother who’s a disgusting perv about his baby sister and ends up sexualising her to the point she assumes everything she’s doing has to turn into a sexual act and walks around with a wet little cunt 24/7 because of how much he’s been raping and molesting her