I won’t be moving this blog somewhere else, its not a part of my life anymore. Thanks to all who enjoyed it, who interacted with it, and who felt very very good to words I wrote.
So if you have been following my page since the start you’ll know I am a fan of body writing, but I have to say I really didn’t know how good it was until I found people who wanted to do body writing tasks for me.
My inner Femdom swoons when I wake up in the morning to find images of a task I had set for my sub, especially when the phrase on their body, marking their skin is something personal. Like art work plastered on my favourite person. It’s really a sweet token of submission.
Now where is this going you may ask? Well, good question dear reader. You see the tasks I have been setting and working on long distance gave me an idea for July.
Magic Markers
You awaken to find yourself frozen in place. A living mannequin, primed and pliant in place ready for what I have in store. This is something we have been working on for a while, with all the triggers lying dormant. Waiting patiently for the right time, until we were face to face.
I start to pose your arms, lifting them up to face the sky as I carefully remove your top. Your mouth unable to speak a single word but the muffles and moans of pleasure from being so completely controlled and helpless. Your eyes stare at me as your body is under my power, my spell, until I decide to release you. But for now you are my canvas and I will make your skin my masterpiece.
You notice the markers in my hand. A kaleidoscope of colours for me to choose from as I start circling your frozen frame. My mind reeling as I think of what I should mark you with, what I should make you into. You and I both know what these markers do, their special. magical powers. You see, each time I write something on your skin it becomes the truth.
You see me start to write on your legs, back, torso and arms as I move you around. Your body still frozen like concrete for you but a perfectly posed doll for me.
I start with some simple black ink. The colour of control.
“Submissive”
“Obedient”
“Controlled”
Then I move to red. The colour of pleasure.
“Horny”
“Aroused”
“Fucktoy”
Finally some pink. My personal favourite. The colour of silly, pretty things.
“Mindless”
“Empty-Headed”
“Doll”
And finally I find the perfect place on your stomach, just right for you to be able to see and remember exactly what you are.
“The Secret Subject’s pretty, little plaything. My mindless doll. Cherished, adored, and completely compliant.”
The next day after the ink has cleared you wake and walk to the bathroom. Out of curiosity you lift your shirt to find one word you didn’t see before. Though the rest of the markings have faded this one is so clear. Legible. Perfectly printed in big, black markings.
Hi! New blog and I would like to start writing captions. Where do you normally get the images for your captions your advice would be appreciated
Good! We can always use more writers putting decent content out there! I hope you do :)
I find here in tumblr is an excellent place to find captionable material and if you need somewhere to start you can try my own personal porn-for-future-stories blog www.thwts4tw1stng.tumblr.com
Happy hunting! The only other advice I can give you is trust your gut and don’t be too critical on yourself…. Just write lots and put it all out there and don’t worry about notes or whether something is subjectively “good”. Message me when you’ve done something cool and I might share it :)
Walking down the street, just lost my job and down on my luck I can’t figure out what do to do. Where do I go from here? What am I going to eat? I was living paycheck to paycheck as it is. Something glitters in a trash can. Is that Gold?!?! That looks like GOLD! HOT DAMN! I grab the gold looking lamp and take it to the nearest pawn shop and try to make some money to survive until I can.
I begin to run to the nearest pawn shop and rush in throwing the lamp on the counter top and asking for money. The pawn shop clerk grunts and motions one second as he is on the phone and turns his back to me. I see there is a smudge of dirt on the lamp and take my hand and wipe off the grime. That’s when smoke started to appear and my whole day just got a whole lot weirder.
“I am the genie Bubbles. You have summoned me Master?” My jaw drops almost to the floor. In front of me is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She has a gorgeous tanned body with nice full breasts and some delicious looking lips. Her hair framed her face like it was a priceless painting. Then it hits me what is the shop clerk going to say? I haven’t heard him at all. Bubbles smiles and states quite simply “Master, you have no need to worry. No one besides you can see or hear me. I also have taken the liberty to stop time during our interaction so I may better serve you.“
When she said the word serve it’s like a feather ran across my body. Her voice full of sex and passion. Thinking to myself I wish she would just talk dirty to me, even if its just one sentence. Bubbles smiles again this time with a different look in her eyes "Oh Master, your wish is my command. I just want to take you to a soft warm bed and let you ravish these nice fuckable breasts of mine while I fondle that Big. Long. Hard. Cock.”
I immediately blush and cover my growing erection. Wait a minute. I speak in a more bothered tone than I would have liked. “I didn’t wish for that! I just thought about it! Don’t I have to actually say something like I wish for the passion in my heart? or something like that?” I cover my mouth realizing what i just said and begin to feel a tingle in my chest as two small breasts form and my hair magically shoots out of my head. My inner passion being the fact that I always wanted to have more hair and my own pair of hyper sensitive breasts. I moan lewdly as my new breasts rub against my rough t-shirt. My new nipples pressed firmly into the material. “That’s not Fa.. Fair? What happened to my voice?” I begin to rub my throat my voice raising from a deep bass to a higher alto tone. I definitely sound like a girl. This isn’t what I wanted. “Bubbles!” I stamp my foot in defiance and it makes my new breasts jiggle and I moan again. “Bubbles I did not mean for that to be a wish!” She giggles and replies “You did say I wish for the passion in my heart Master” She says Master with a huge tone of sarcasm. For some reason though I feel my cock stir at this treatment. Why is this turning me on.. I may have sensitive breasts now but I can’t live like this I don’t even have a job! Wait.. A Job! That’s what I need to wish for!
“Bubbles I wish I had the perfect job where I am happy and never have to worry about money again!” Smoke envelopes me and I appear in a dimly lit room I feel a breeze against my chest as I look down and see my new boobs exposed and my cock standing at full attention in front of me. Bubbles speaks in my head “Welcome to your new life as a shemale stripper Master. Good luck telling anyone who you were.” I hear her laughter which begins to fog my mind with a pink bubble haze as I giggle and talk to the next customer. Offering to let him have his way with my cute body and I would be more than happy to grant his wishes.
Um hi? My name's Adrian, I got a voucher in the mail for a free mulligan at your company? I dont want to like, invent anything or steal anyone's music... No I've... ive got this really good idea for a tv show, but i think its too late to ever make it... I don't have anything else except just my blog, can you go back and like, make my younger self, like, rhink of all these ideas way earlier in life? I want to be a famous filmmaker already by now!
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The woman looks you up and down with a smile: “Very well. You’re actually the first to ever use one of these vouchers. Here you go. Please follow me into the lab, where a time specialist will write down what you want to change about the past.”
You look at the woman in surprise. This seems a bit easy. You want to ask her where the catch is, but she’s already on her way and gesturing you to follow quickly. You do just that and are led to a small office with another woman sitting on a desk. You sit down on the other side.
“So.. Adrian is it?”. The woman has a cold attitude. “You want to put some ideas in your younger version’s head so that he can be successful earlier in life? It’s a common request honestly. I take it you do understand that with using the coupon you agree to take place in some more experimental procedures here at the company?”
“Experimental procedures?”, you ask. You hadn’t thought about that, but now you understand - why would they just give you access to such a costly technology for free? “What kind of experiment?”, you stammer.
“It’s nothing to worry about really”, the woman assures you. She looks up a few documents on her computer and seems to be browsing a list. “I do have some interesting experimental extras for your trip that fit your situation.” “Will you tell me what they are?”, you wonder. The woman looks you up and down realizing that you’re about to bail out on the new information. “Really. I told you.. nothing to worry. One of the experimental methods is that instead of you actually writing down ideas on a sheet of paper, a machine will read your brain waves and automatically send everything to your past’s self. Isn’t that nice? You don’t have to do anything. We’re just trying to improve your experience.” You feel a bit easier now, even though she has only revealed the meaning of one of the several checkboxes she has clicked. But it seems like they really only want to do the best possible service, so you agree to the terms. You’re led to the door and step through it.
The room behind it is completely white, like in sci-fi movies. Only a man in a white suit is inside waiting for you. You slowly move towards him. As the door closes behind you, you almost expect not to be able to breathe. That’s how alien this room looks to you. The man has a syringe in his hand. He tells you that he’ll need to inject you with this state-of-the-art anesthetic. As he does so, you feel the world get blurry and everything starts to spin slowly. It’s like being high, but soon your body loses the battle against the sleepiness. You fall on the floor and the last thing you see is more people in white clothes coming in to pick you up. Then everything goes dark.
“Welcome back to Jinkxed! The show where bimbos are made!” The crowd roars. Our candidates today have been more than interesting. Peter - a football coach - hasn’t started with a lot of IQ points, but has been able to keep more than our special guest Adrian - the original creator of this show. After five seasons he has finally admitted that when creating this show, all he really wanted was to be a candidate himself. He has been going to the randomizer four times every round so far and has been suffering the most amount of transformations I’ve ever seen somebody get this early in the game. Maybe he has been losing on purpose?” The camera is pointed at you. “How are you feeling Adrian?”
“Uhmm… like… super”, is what your mind scrambles together like on auto-pilot as the camera moves close to your face and you can see the reflection of a ditzy blonde bimbo with heavy makeup. Your brain feels slow. What the hell is going on here? You vaguely remember the time travel service and the experiments. Oh shit! They must have messed up the ideas you had for tv shows and instead made your younger self interested in the same erotic fetishes you write up on your Tumblr blog. And now you are in the same situation - getting transformed into a fetish bimbo sex slave - and even worse, you chose to do so yourself. You feel a rush of horniness shoot through your body. The situation you’re in is both terrifying and extremely sexual. The fear of what you’ll turn out, in the end, is too much for you and a strong orgasm shakes your whole world. You want this. To give up control. To be transformed into your deepest darkest desires.
You realize you just had an orgasm on live tv. The tv host laughs and finally says: “Wow. The random orgasm card has really done a number on you. Anyhow, are you ready for your next path to the randomizer? Just hit the big red button in front of you, babe.” As you hit the button you feel excited. What perverse fantasy of you will become true next?
“Aaand the slots are running. What will it be? Ohh there’s the first card - the high heel. Well looks like it’s game over for comfortable footwear for you. Your feet will be genetically altered so they always only fit in high heels. And here comes the second slot. Oh my.. another IQ drop. I don’t think I’ve ever seen somebody go this low on their IQ. Oh my god it wasn’t finished. It’s a double .. noo a triple IQ drop. Is this even possible? Can somebody backstage confirm that we are even able to drop her IQ more than it already is? Wow.. the randomizer just keeps going so I guess it’s fine. And it’s one of the cruelest ones we have - the radar vision. Your eyes will forever only be able to focus on the biggest dick around you. It will help you find it so you can be an even better little bimbo. And the last one… uh, this is a special one. The leash. You’ll see what it does soon enough.
You’re brought backstage to the transformation machine, that you vaguely remember inventing yourself, because of your commitment to the bimbo fetish community from your early childhood. You always wanted to be a scientist just so you could invent this machine and your subconscious always wanted you to become the biggest bimbo there ever was. You started wearing women’s clothes and a chasity when you were just thirteen years old. Your mind must have been flooded with bimbofication porn. You’ve become a total sissy in this dimension. You think about how remarkable it is that you could’ve turned out to be in such a different position in this reality, but you cannot complete the thought because the machine starts its work on your brain and melts all thoughts away. You try to calculate simple math equations in your head to see if you’re still capable of basic thinking, but no matter how hard you try you cannot add one plus one together and soon you forget the concept of math or the idea that there is a “one” in the first place.
Only sexual energy remains. Horny. You’re so horny. Sex. “Fuck me”, you hear yourself say not sure to whom exactly, but your eyes are locked on the trousers of a man close to you. You hear some strange mumblings that you cannot put into any words. Only the audience understands the language the presenter uses anymore and that your last card has been making you unable to walk. Instead, you’re bound to walking on all fours. As the next game continues nobody is able to stop laughing at you. They don’t see you as human anymore. This game has to do with some kind of forms on little fields, but you don’t understand.
Finally, the tv show host announces that you’ve lost this game as well. You’re brought to the randomizer a final time. This last game gave only one randomizer slot to you. It’s something no one in this show has seen before and even the production team look at each other in horror. Weeks later, you lay on the bed in the local brothel, getting fucked hard by a stranger. You are unable to move because your arms and legs have been removed. You’re so helpless and you love it. This is where you were meant to be. You feel like you’re nothing more than an expensive sex toy getting fucked by strangers several times a day. On the tv, there’s a news report about someone named Adrian - the inventor of a tv show and that apparently he has been cheating by preprogramming the randomizer. Of course, you don’t understand a word, but the guy behind you says: “Oh my god. The bitch did this to herself on purpose? How fucked up is that?”, but he doesn’t stop fucking you for a second.
Suddenly everything is dark again. You’re yourself again and you can think clearly. You hear voices in the distance. “Finally. We’re through. We’ve made it. We can take him back.”
You scream: “No stop… this is what I’ve wanted. I want to stay here.”, but it’s too late. You are sucked through the wormhole again and are back in your original reality - in your original body. You feel frustrated because you will never be able to feel the same bliss again in your life ever again.
Apparently, the company has been experimenting with a new technique that allows them to transport you back. You tell them that you didn’t want to go back and that everything was going exactly as you had planned it to go, but they only tell you that you can only get back by paying the regular amount of money, which is around a few million dollar. You are left here with the absolute need to become her - your perfect vision of bliss. Instead of falling into depression, though, you feel determined to go through with it and become the ultimate bimbo sissy in this reality as well. The future is yet to be written and you will be a dumb bimbo whore in it.
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I've come to pay you for your services. During the past few years I've slowly conditioned my scientist girlfriend to be more of a bimbo around the house, but now it seems like I'm stuck. Please help me. I've always wanted to have a real blonde dumb girl in my life and I'm not gonna stop now. I'll pay you anything you want.
Hm. You’ve been toying around in your one true love’s head, trying to make her a sex dolly against her will? Naughty, naughty… Well I’ll take my payment, but since you’ve been so dishonest and cruel to a person who trusts you… I’m not going to keep it for myself. I take the payment of your intelligence, problem solving and self-preservation… and I’m going to bestow them on your poor bimbofied partner… Now… while i bestow come come-uppance….nightie night!
You wake, and immediately you know something is wrong. The light juggle on your chest conforms it before you even open you eyes…. but you don’t really know what to do about that, so you open them! A pair of enormous natural breasts greets you! normally, you feel like you’d be panicking here… but instead there’s like a dumb back hole in your behaviour… you cant think of how to do that? So instead you grab one of your new assets and squeeze it roughly…. sending tingles down your spine into your crotch…. Hm. Your cock is different too? What are you supposed to do about that? You’re not really sure…. but one thing is for sure, you’re definitely curious to see what all that tingling looks like! You waddle over to your girlfriend’s dresser, grab her little hand held mirror and have yourself a little look….
Uh oh! You, like, have a tight little hairless pussy! You’re supposed to… supposed to… something? Something different? But gawd, it looks so teeny tiny, like its never been used? You think that maybe you should use it… it is tingling so very fiercely…. but how? You can’t think of any way to stop those pleasant sensations, so you simply carry on staring at the mirror until you hear a noise behind you.
“Hey, you’re awake! I bet you’re wondering what’s going on?”
Your beautiful, bimbofied girlfriend is standing in the doorway smirking to herself as you stare blankly at the reflection of your pussy…. You want to ask her how you’re supposed to make the tingling go away.. but… like… how? What words to use?
“Okay, wow. He said you were going to be dumb now, but wow. Oi! Put my mirror down and stand up!”
You can’t think of any reason why you shouldn’t so you happily comply with the orders your girlfriend has given you. You place the mirror on the ground and rise to your feet, staring blankly at the person in front of you.
“okay, bitch… I can;t believe you’d do that to me, you little skeezbag! I loved you, and you took my intelligence away? You tried to turn me into some pathetic slut who couldn’t think for herself? Well, good think you wrote that stupid request, becasue Age Savage showed up here! He explained everything you’ve been doing to me, and we… well ,after we finished fucking, he transferred your intelligence over to me, as well as a few other things to make sure you wouldn’t be able to control me anymore!
You are finding it a little hard to follow this story, so you just keep staring, wondering how to make all the beautiful tingles keep happening all over your body.. You know there should be some way… but how?
Your girlfriend approached you and gets right up in your face.
“The trouble is, I’ve lost most of my own intelligence! I can’t remember most of my research, and when I got yours… well… I now have some very new interests. I’ve spent some time combining what’s left of my own brain with the filthy, kinky creativity that’s come to me from yours… and, well… Modifying you has just become my new hobby!”
As she finishes this, she sticks her tongue out and gives a long sensuous lick across your lips… and the tingles flare up all over them,. So many, so sensitive… yes it feels so good! You love this, you want more… but just as the lick began, suddenly it stops, leaving you confused. Why did they stop? How do you get more? Gosh, you really want to feel so good in your tingly lips again… but you don’t know how???
You feel so dizzy and blank as your girlfriend walks over to her dresser and starts rummaging through her makeup… she grabs something, but you’re facing the wrong way and you can’t figure out how to tell what she’s doing…. so you stand there, unsure of what to do… as she approaches you from behind and starts doing something to your butt… You’re dying of curiosity, but for the life on you, you cannot figure out how to tell what’s happening behind you!
She chuckles as she grabs you by you long blonde hair and drags you roughly out into the lounge area… you can barely keep up. Why doesn’t she just tell you where to walk? It would be much easier if she just figured out all these things for you!
“Go kneel there bitch, and suck on this while I work. This is your new favorite spot, you’ll spend most of your days here. I’m going to start going through your phone and inviting your friends over to meet the new you!”
I'm quite a fan of your work but only just started following you despite reading quite a lot of your work from reblogs. I like to consider myself a reality-warper in training but have only ever been able to make small localised changes. Any tips or perhaps you need an apprentice?
Well,young one… theres really only one thing you need to know about to be a decent reality warper, or at least one like me. It’s called the nucleus accumbens, and manipulating it is the basis of almost every single human transformation i do. See, the nucleus accumbens is the part of the brain that controls the release of dopamine. And in case you didn’t know, dopamine is the source of pleasure in the human brain. So, rather than re-write someone’s personality from the ground up to make them a raging cum addict, i just tweak our little friend the nucleus accumbens to release dopamine into the brain whenever action X is taken… and when my victim chases that release of pleasure again and again, that’s how they find themselves totally and helplessly addicted….
In the case of you for example… whenever you allow someone who knows your real name to cum on your face, your nucleus accumbens is going to pump your brain full of pleasure… its raw, it’s undefined, it’s totally and utterly entrapping…. and there’s nothing you can do about it. Other pleasures will seem bland by comparison, and the longer you go without your fix, the sluttier you’ll dress trying to get someone to attempt to “seduce” you… and the more likely you are to blurt out something life-destroying to someone you respect… so try to keep on top of it okay? Get ready for a whole new perpective on life… one on your knees begging people you know to degrade you, just so you can squirm in intense pleasure while it sits there dripping from your face….
And for fuck sake, don’t suck up to me like you’re not a potential rival, little one. I’ve had friends like you before, who think they can gain power from watching me, and then turn on me when they’ve gotten what they wanted….. But maybe you should thank me for this gift. I’ve given you the perfect motivation to become as stronger reality alterer… If you can alter your own
nucleus accumbens and escape your new addiction, congratulations! You’ve learned to play with the big girls.
Just be a dear and try not to lobotomise yourself while you’re messing around inside your head, mkay pumpkin?
26/F here! I'm very career focused and working through exams to become an officially licensed something or other. I find it rather disgusting that a number of my classmates were 'won over' by their boyfriends and live such simple, reality-trash lives on instagram, constantly updating their narrow slice of the world on their second and third children while pushing strollers through the park and worshipping their husbands. What happened to my independent girls? Anything you can do to help?
Yeah, there actually is something I can do to help. I know it must feel lonely to be the only one of your friends who hasn’t dropped the illusion of determination… So let’s give you a hand with that. I’m just going to hurry along that mating instinct that all your friends have felt, that rush of hormones through the brain that turns the mind to mush and makes them obedient to the strong handsome man. The desire to be subservient is so strong in some that they immediately forget their education and instead drop to their knees to become a human cock slave… but not you. Well… not exactly.
I want you to meet my friend Lilith. She’s looking for a new servant, and I think you’ll do nicely. Ah, I can see your knees getting weak at the sight of her… you pussy is rippling shocks of lust through your body and into your brain. It’s strange isn’t it? You’ve never been a lesbian before now, but you can’t bring yourself to fight the intense sensations… That’s a little like what your friends have each felt when they decided to become slutty trophy wives. Not so easy to look down on them now is it?
I think you and Lilith will be very happy together… She’s got a bit of a mean streak, but you’re going to find yourself liking that about her more and more… She tell you to put on a collar, you’ll hop to it… she tell you to suck one of her client’s cock. your helpless need to please her will make you gag all over it…. She tells you to spend you Saturday night in a frat sucking off students you know and wearing their cum on your face to class the next day…. well…. you get the idea.
I demand you delete this blog! Its awful what you are doing to all of these innocent people! I might be a simple farmer but my cousin is a lawyer and he will help me put you behind bars!!!
Well, if the FBI can’t do anything about me, and the laws of nature don’t apply to me, how do you think a small-town lawyer is going to make any difference? God, for a supposedly smart species, humans are pretty darn thick. Behind bars…. you people make me laugh and laugh and laugh.
Let’s just get one thing out of the way here. No-one is innocent. Especially not the cunts that I’ve changed into bimbo and living sex dolls.
People are flawed, and in our entire history there is not a person out there who is truly innocent because the concepts of right and wrong are relative to each person’s perception. Take you for example. You keep living beings as slaves and you extract their fluids and sell them for a profit. I find that quite awful… but do I march onto your farm and demand you stop? NO.
Well… up until now, no.
See, I’ve always found dairy to be quite barbaric and stange. Humans need cow milk about as much as they need giraffe milk, but because idiots in the 60s believed everything they heard in advertising, and idiots since then believed everything their parents told them, we now have a world where more people drink cow lactate than human lactate.
And you and I are going to change that. From now on, your boobies are going to match your entire farm’s output. Not all at once, but they’ll keep filling and filling until they’ve matched the amount that you’ve pumped from those poor cows. And if you don’t get that far, don’t worry, they’ll just add it to your backlog… You’re going to find yourself quite backed up quite quickly.
And just so you can truly experience what it is that you put those animals through, I’m going to hire some bulls to breed you. You might be scrubbing the floor with hazardous chemicals, just going about your day, and hey presto! There’s a big strong bull impregnating you! No warning, no permission asked, just yo, breeding time! Its funny though, you’ll start to crave it… you’ll spend your days milking yourself and pining for the next bull… but since someone else is in charge of your breeding schedule, and your feelings aren’t taken into account at all… You won’t get satisfaction when you want it… just when it’s convenient for my schedule.
I know what you’re gonna say “The cows like it!”… “they love being milked!”. First of all. You can’t talk to animals, so don’t give me that shit. Secondly…. So will you! Ever had a super-sensitive pleasurable part of your body pass delicious liquid creamy through it all day? Because you’re about to. And it will feel so good on every tug, on every pull, on every suckle… you’ll get addicted to the pleasure of being milked quite quickly… and then you’ll be able to see whether or not that kind of life is enjoyable.
So enjoy your life, simple farmer. Dairy is about to get hella complicated for you.
I don't know what's been going on but ever since I found your blog (6 months ago) things have been changing in my life... my hair has been growing longer and changing to an impossible Orange... I've been getting sensations in places that I usually don't get sensations, I've been looking at my male co-workers a lot more and well... I'm not attracted to woman any more. So my question is, have you been altering my life for the past six months?
Well, I’m sorry to say, but sometimes I just zap people with slow release changes that happen over time. People that piss me off, ya know? Maybe someone that cunt in front of me in line, or threw a soda bottle out of their window, or just general douchebaggery. Since you’re a little Anonymous Andy, I have no way of knowing whether or not you’re one of these people, but just in case you are… This is what you might expect.
Your changes do sound a little similar to a fun little time-release curse I like to inflict on people called “Scarlett Fever”. Well, not the hair growing longer part… that’s just hair doing what it does. But the orange part? Yeah, that sounds like me. It means the cursed can’t blend into the background, they tend to stand out in a crowd. Their nipples start becoming more and more on their mind (those are the “sensations” you’ve been feeling right?). The nerves in them are multiplying at a massive rate, to the point where eventually your nips will be your main erogenous zone… At the moment they’re just testing themselves, in the next few weeks you’ll start feeling massive spikes of sensations as they dig their way into your brain.. Expect a few unexpected orgasms as they settle themselves into your nervous system…. There might also be some….. “localized swelling” in that area, and I should also mention, small spots will start appearing on your face as a marking system… I installed it so I could see how many changes were happening. It didn’t work, because of course there’s waaaay to many to quickly count…, but hey, it looked cute so I couldn’t be bothered removing it!
The other big part of it, is you’re going to lose any interest in competition, in winning, in being equal… Scarlett Fever removes all these feelings, leaving its target a naturally obedient submissive. You’ll find yourself compelled to obey orders, to please anyone and everyone around you… you’ll even notice when people are trying to get a peek at your changing body, and your first, most powerful instinct will be to show them what they want to see and please them in any way you can.
Of course…this is all theoretical. IF it’s my curse you’re dealing with. Sometimes lesser RA’s (that’s reality alterers to the uneducated) just like to fuck with people, and you’re just unlucky. Pretty easy way to tell though… By any chance have you yelled at a retail worker lately? Maybe loudly sent something back at a restaurant and DEMANDED your waitress bend to your will as the customer? Maybe you should try just being nicer to people, and see what happens? Suck some of those cocks you seem to have your eye on, bend over nicely for a few people who want to use you… maybe it’ll go away on its own?
I'm with the FBI and I'm going to have to report your illegal use of reality alteration. You're coming with me.
*sigh*
Alright hotshot. Since stepping into my hotel room is clearly the most recent of a long line of terrible decisions, I’m just going to freeze you in place so we can chat before i do the explanation part of what’s happening to you.
Yup… sooooo as this has to be your first time tracking a reality-alterer, let me share a teeny weeny tip. Don’t announce yourself, goddammit! Your one shot, assuming I don’t trap my surroundings while i take naps (which i do) was to get the drop on me. Hit me while i don’t know you’re there or snipe me from a few blocks away, or something! And I assume if you actually had permission to “bring me in” someone would’ve told you that, or given you a better weapon than -yikes- a single handgun?
Okay, you’ve gotta be a rookie right? First week, looking to make a name for yourself? Well, here’s the nice part…. You’re certainly going to have a name around the water cooler… but it might be banned outside of sub-basement 7.
You ever been down there? You even heard of it? Well, to cut it to the short, short version, sub basement 7 is the FBI HQ’s in-house pleasure harem. Well-performing agents get to go in there and work out some excess aggression on some of the agents who have hunted me in the past. And after you leave here, you’re going to WALK the entire way back there, drop to your knees and beg them to throw you in with old Agent Andrews, Agent Simmons, all the previous morons who couldn’t take a hint.
And hopefully, the next agent who thinks coming after me will be a good idea will actually get the warning: hunt Adrian Savage, you get a monologue ,and you get your reality altered, and you get to be your co-workers sex slave for the rest of your career.
And i like to freak them out a little more with each new agent I send back, so every one of you FBI whores gets a different little quirk. Yours is that cute little tattoo between your legs! That cute little cartoon heart is gonna be the source of a whole lot of stress for you. Every time someone looks at it, you’re going to feel one of these… a nice little pulse deep inside your hungry cunt. And that pulse is gonna clear your mind for a second and make you totally, unquestionably horny. Just for a sec, but you’ll find they stack up pretty quickly, as you make a scene of yourself …. Especially with those clothes you’re wearing now. Gonna attract a few eyes wearing something like that!
Well, off you go then! You’ve got a long walk ahead of you… but hey, I’m not a total monster. If you wanna stay off the street, feel free to hitchhike… Just make sure you pay you with the standard roadhead 😊
Self employed hypnosis here, your hypnosis techniques in your stories isn’t quite scientific. I’m honestly not sure you know what you’re on about.
Oh, apologies for the miscommunication, I’m actually not a hypnotist… I’m a reality alterer! I don’t use real hypnosis, I just tweak people’s brains to make them totally suggestable, then when they helplessly comply, to the uneducated it seems like real hypnosis!
Like I just did to you, for example. Well more accurately, like I did to you a few weeks ago. Ever wonder why you feel so spacey during sessions… why you keep failing to remember what you tell your patients? Why you so confidently marched into that hair salon and wouldn’t leave until they did what you asked with you hair?
It’s because you’re accepting your own suggestions. You’re slathering layers of new personality overtop of your own, little bits and pieces of other people’s sessions jigsawing together… Hopefully you haven’t been taking any liberties with your suggestions? Given you arrived here at my blog, I’m gonna go ahead and guess that you can’t help yourself when a patient’s brain is all spread open in front of you…
You should have guessed, but maybe you didn’t deep down because you secretly wanted this the whole time. Headphones don’t just appear out of thin air, but you put them on nonetheless. You listened, you absorbed so much… you became something new… Something desperate…
Now you can’t remember how to do your job anymore… You’re supposed to dig into peoples minds and help them… But how? Like, it used to be so simple… how do you start again? Isn’t it like, begin by closing your eyes and dreaming of yummy cocks? And then like, suck on your patients yummy cock until all his cum is out of him, then he’ll feel all better? Yeah, that’s how it works! Good thing you’re such a professional! Hopefully more of your clients will be showing up soon to have all their problems sucked out of them!
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I do have a lot of respect for the real professionals though. The ones with the patience and discipline to do this stuff in real life… you have any experience with bimbofication? Want to practice digging around in a perverts brain? Maybe return the favour? Give me a buzz 😊
Recently single male, still into my big breasted ex who is flaunting her dates on Snapchat. Really just want her back in my life at any cost
I’ve got some bad news, guy. She’s over you. These taken those big ol’ titties and she’s moved on. And as much as i have fun tweaking reality and making people into weak-willed horny sluts, there’s nothing on Quezacotl’s green earth I can do that will force her to love you again. So… a workaround?
It’s a good thing you said you’d do anything at all to have her in your life again. I tried several scenarios and each time, she rejected you… I made you her pet, her slave,even her blank doll…. She sold you off for pennies on the dollar every single time.
Luckily, I’m a creature of much and varied creativity! I looked into her soul, and I found something I could make you that she’d never abandon…. her one weakness… loyalty to family. So a little concentration and a few hours of spells, and I was able to warp reality a tad, to turn her into your mommy! Now you’re her little bitch son, and no matter how much she dislikes you, she’s stuck with you forever!
I know what you’re thinking… Couldn’t i have removed her memories of her dislike for you, freeing you up for a second go at a happy fulfilling romantic relationship? Well, yes, quite easily. But i like a challenge. You said you would pay any cost… not that she had to.
It’s too bad too… This was all I could do to change your relationship… but now…. she’s always treated you like shit, since she always wanted a daughter. Not a boy, someone who could never share her love of dressing up slutty and putting her huge titties on display. I don’t know if you recall…. Give it a second… but a few years ago, just after your 18th birthday, your ex-now-mommy found a little workaround herself. A finishing school for little sissy sluts, and without a second thought she had you shipped off for a little re-education and some light facial surgery. But on the bright side, you don’t have to worry about being left out of all the snapchat fun and games… her story feed, known to the masses as “My Little Bitch Son” now features your increasingly feminized and humiliated face every single day!
So, congratulations! Your relationship with this woman is closer now than it has ever been, because now you can finally help mommy score! You get to dress up like a little mini-her and be her wingman, helping her bring guy after guy home to fuck her holes and spray hot cum all over those huge titties! It’s a nightmarish job for someone that wants her all to themselves… especially since she makes you watch while you entertain any friends her sex buddies happen to be with… But it’s one that’s going to become a whole lot easier once she sends you in for your very own boob job next week!
19 year old male gamer, with a beautiful redheaded girlfriend. Bring it on!
I hate to throw one person under the bus as an example, but I’ve been getting quite a few anon asks since i started answering them, so I’m just gonna get this out of the way?
Im not going to answer them all, i straight up cbf with that much writing. So if you want me to pick yours, lets try make them interesting yeah? Your age and the colour of your partners hair doesn’t tell me anything about how to twist your sexual fantasies into nightmares or humiliate you…
So, endless line of anon askers…. Here’s the deal. Put some effort into your asks, make them interesting enough to catch my eye, and I’ll repay the favour with my responses kay?
Sux to respond without answering, so I’ll give you an example.
You swap bodies with your partner. She is now 19 and male and you’re a redhead girlfriend.
She likes gaming, you don’t remember how to even hold a controller.
Also you like writing kinky shit on your chest, i guess?
As a 19/yo slutty girl, I doubt you could make me any more fuckable :P
“More fuckable…”
More fuckable? You seriously doubt that I can’t make you even the slightest bit hotter than you already are?
Okay. Game on.
I had a look at your life, little miss anonymous. While you are indeed 19, I don’t think much of the rest of your story. Your claims of “already being a slut” are pretty cute, I had a quick peek into your memories, and well… I can see that you THINK you’re a slut, but just banging a different boy every other weekend doesn’t really cut it in my world. Oh, you post the odd gym selfie of your flat stomach? You sent on guy a slutty mirror pic with your pussy showing? Beginner stuff, kid. Let’s do something about that.
From this moment on, you’re a REAL slut. As in, MY definition of one. You’ll do anything sexual, and I mean literally ANYTHING. I know you thought you were already super experienced, but come on. You’ve only ever had three cocks up your butt, and none of them were accompanied with a pussy stuffing! So let’s just reach into your brain, and start amping up that dial labelled “libido”. It’s currently at a pretty average 5, which i can see you think is really high, but no. You only masturbate once every couple of days! Let’s turn it shall we? 6… your thoughts are regularly getting interrupted by images of yourself being dominated. 7… your juices are starting to really flow, look, you’re even getting a few drips run down your thighs! 8…. I saw that shudder. Your brain is starting to flood with hormones… the primal urge to breed, to become impregnated is starting to overpower your personality. 9… Your nipples are now permanently stiff and sensitive… Every vibration from a little jiggle, every rub up against the inside of a bra or t-shirt is going to shoot pink lightning directly into your pussy…
Should we keep going? You wanted to be “more fuckable” didn’t you?Meaning more able to be fucked by anyone, more likely to participate in more sex with more people? I’d say it’s pretty much a guarantee now, as soon as I give you back control of your hands they’re going to shoot straight into your panties, and I doubt you’ll have the mental capacity to remove them… So where are you right now? Perhaps you’re hanging out with friends, maybe you’re in a crowded nightclub? Or maybe you’re somewhere more suitable to your… level of slutdom. A college campus maybe? Sitting in the back of a lecture wondering if the nasty slut-maker will ever respond to your ask? Well, wherever you are, they’re all going to be talking tomorrow about the girl who ripped her clothes off and started frantically fucking anything that came close to her…
Heh. I actually have a thing for round numbers… I can’t stand it when my TV volume isn’t a 5 or a 0 number… So that 9 is just kind of bothering me… let’s just round it up to a nice even 10…. Yeah, you’re going to have trouble forming sentences, that pure heat that’s throbbing from between your legs is going to be a constant, all-consuming distraction… Look how much blood is pumping down there, you’re totally rocking a hamburger slit now! Even your clit even looks like a teeny weeny cock…
I’m going to leave you to it now… As soon as I’m out of sight, your body is going to snap back into your control…. So good luck, I guess. Not that it’ll help… I’ve made pretty sure you’re going to experience between wanting to be more slutty, and NEEDING to be fucked in all holes at every minute of every day….
24 y/o male who goes to the gym every 4 weeks. Gotta say I’m looking pretty good. Do your worst
Once a month huh? Your gym must not be very exciting… i actually know a better one! Its real convenient, and its so enthralling you’ll find yourself going back there every day! Don’t even worry about not knowing how the machines work, they’re all automatic, so no need to freak out about making a dickout of yourself in front of the ladies. Don’t worry about anything that happens there actually… they’ll backwipe your brain as you leave anyway to protect their proprietary designs. Don’t worry about that either, it’s only till just before you walked in, so you’ll just be left with some vague memories of being on machines.. And this repeating, nagging thought that…. the gym was really… great? You should go back tomorrow!
But i was right about one thing…it’s getting results! You’re just… Not all that sure what they are. Like, you spend aloooot of time looking in the mirror, trying to figure it out. Something's…. different about your appearance, but for the life of you, it’s beyond you what it actually is…. Every time you look down at your body, you feel like the answer is bouncing around in front of you…. But like, what were you thinking about again?
I should just mention though, that you wanted my worst. My worst? Have you not read of the fucked up shit I’ve done to people in the past? But maybe…. That’s what you want? Well here’s a twist for ya…. Nobody gets a happy ending with me. So hey, lucky you…. No fuckdoll mods for you! I’m not going to give you a tight little pussy to play with! You can keep that little shriveled thing you can’t keep your hands off of, i think its cute. I’m not going to make your nipples into clits, or oversensitize your lips….. I’m not even going to modify your ass, like…. At all! And me, i looooove modifying asses. It gets me up in the morning. But nope. Not for you. If you want pleasure from being fucked up your pooper (and trust me, you’re going to want it to be pleasurable), you’re going to have to start training it. Extensively. I think your new gym actually has a machine for that! It’s not automated though… i hope you’re good at squatting!
A sharp knock on your door snaps you away from staring at the doorknob of your new roommate’s closed door. Your coffee has gotten cold, you’ve been wordlessly standing there for that long. The last few days have been… Uneventful. You keep expecting to hear something, to sense something, but your house has been all quiet. You want so badly to go in there, to check on him, to see what kind of state he’s in, but you promised you wouldn’t. Not even to bring him some water. The first three days, he said, were crucial… Like a caterpillar in a cocoon, he needed to remain totally isolated, even the smallest piece of input could bring him out of his trance. He needed his first outside contact to be from his “hypnotherapist”.
Who is probably the one banging on your door right now.
You don’t know what sort of person you were expecting… maybe a skeezy guy holding a pocket watch, but a professionally dressed woman with a black breifcase and her hair tied up in a bun certainly wasnt it. She greets you warmly, and smiles at your stunned expression. She’s hot! What’s a woman like this doing making house calls to hypnosis fetishists? She assures you she’s here to see your boarder and asks whether you’ve resisted the urge to look inside. You blush, but tell her that no, you haven’t so much as cracked the door into the room. She seems pleased to hear this, but gestures you to leave her to her patient.
You pause for a split second, your eyes flicking to the door. You realize too late that this woman’s presence has given you a huge, throbbing boner. You want to see inside? She inquires casually, trying not to smirk. You stutter something about being too busy, and quickly leave them to it. You don’t want this beautiful woman to think you’re aroused by what’s happening in there.
But as you brew a new coffee, you find yourself getting curious. Moreso than you’ve ever felt before. What’s going on in there? What are they doing? You sneakily sidle up to the door, pressing your ear against the cold, hard wood. What you hear from the woman you let in makes you cock throb like never before.
“Oh, that’s a good girl… what a good little slut, sitting like this for so long… You’re such a posable little toy, you could sit like this for days, and you will… You’re barely started yet… There we go…. Lets get these off you… oh, pretty! *snap* nothing going on in there at all, gooood little bitch…. Here, drink this… good girl…. All of it, there you go…. Okay slut, time to lie down. On the floor here…..”
You listen through the door as the hypnotherapist starts a routine, getting her patient to relax…. to allow more information in…. to absorb it permanently more and more. Your hand starts to creep into your pants as you start to get an idea of what sort of instructions your guest has been mindlessly listening to. Hes in there… addicting himself to sex. Sex as a woman! With men, with women, always as the submissive, the obedient, taking cocks inside him…. God, why would anyone do that to themselves? But you look down at your throbbing cock, and part of you thinks…. That actually is pretty hot… not being feminized, that sounds like a nightmare…. But fucking a brainwashed little bitch? One who has willingly erased his mind and turned himself into a demure little doll? You can kinda see the appeal in that….
You pull you hand out of your pants, not quite sure how to deal with that thought. Would you? Could you? Will you get to? And suddenly there’s a click, and the door you’re eavesdropping through swings open and you’re left awkwardly standing where you know you’re not supposed to be with a very obvious bulge showing.
The therapist does not seem phased. She just smiles kindly and asks you if you’ll so your guest another favour? You nod, not really sure how else to react, and follow her back into the dark room.
Your eyes adjust and you swallow. The air is thick with sweat and…. Something else. Something girly smelling? Maybe the therapist sprayed something in here? You decide not to worry about it as your eyes fall on your guest. Lying on his back on the floor, his mouth hangs open and his eyes stare blankly at the ceiling above him. He’s wearing nothing but some kind of cage over his cock, which seems to be leaking fluid. He looks high out of his mind.
Your cock twitches.
The therapist explains to you that he’s not even in the room. He’s so deep in a trance and has been subject to severe brainwashing since you locked his door. She proves her point by roughly slapping his face. He doesn’t even blink.
So what does she want you to do? You ask, never taking your eyes off the hypnotized person in front of you. Two things, she responds, to add to your list of instructions. She hands you her suitcase, and opens it. Its full of syringes.
Every day at precisely 12pm, you are to enter the room and inject her with two of these syringes, she says, removing two of them. One in her rump, she demonstrates, plunging the needle into your guest’s ass and squeezing it empty… and the other into her lips. She swiftly does the same with the second syringe into the lip above his gaped mouth. Try to alternate top to bottom each day, she instructs, smiling.
You’re stare into the suitcase, at the rows and rows of needles you’ve just been asked to drug another human being with. You have so many questions about what is happening in here… but this woman is to beautiful, so intimidating in how calm she is…. so instead you ask, what’s the second thing? She grins, and drops her gaze to your still-bulging crotch. She needs you to… start feeding her, she begins. Her patient has… extremely specific dietary requirements, and she asks you if you’ll be willing to provide semen to feed her with?
Your cock twitches.
She chuckles as you stand with your mouth open, staring stupidly, not unlike the other occupant of the room. It’s alright, she assures you. She only needs a small amount to get by each day, perhaps two orgasms worth? She begins sitting up the hypnotized guy, and getting him back into his bondage rig. By the time she’s put his vr headset back on, you’ve mustered up the courage to speak.
How often, and how should you… administer it? You ask lamely. She packs her belongings, getting ready to restart the looping hypnosis. Oh, once or twice a day will be fine…. as for how to get it in her.. Well, she’s not gonna bite. Put that package you’re smuggling down her throat and just try to enjoy yourself!
She tells you she’ll see you in a few days for the next conditioning enforcement and with a smile leaves you alone in the room with a man in the process of brainwashing himself into a sex slave. This is happening.
Your cock twitches. You wonder if now will qualify as feeding time….
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” You ask, running your finger over the large red button. This is all so weird. When your friend, not really even your friend, this stranger you talk to on the internet, when they messaged you and asked if you could do them a favor… How could you say no to a deal like that? You didn’t think they would really take you up on your offer of a room. A room to stay in while they erase themselves.
“I’m sure…” he giggles, eyes wide, excited at what he’s finally doing. You’re thinking of him as a he, but even at a glance you can tell there’s something else going on there. He’s been taking something, surely. Men don’t have figures like that, waists that tiny. Men especially don’t have lips that large or such long beautiful hair…. What the fuck is up with this guy?
“You…. You’re not gonna rob me and leave me here are you?” He smirks, choosing not to look you in the eye. You feel a slight sting as you realise this is all part of it. He doesn’t even trust you. If he did, would it really count as “true helplessness”?
Because that’s why he’s here. You think back to the ad you responded to. It was only a few days ago, but things have moved so fast since then….
WANTED: A partner to help me experience true, complete helplessness. I will need a room in your home, in which I will dose myself with mind-altering drugs, bind myself beyond escape, and use hypnosis to fuck my mind beyond comprehension. You will need to take me to some pre-paid appointments, and watch over me to make sure I don’t die. After 40 days, my schedule will be complete and you can do whatever you like with me. Use me, make money off hiring me out. Sell me for all I care.
So you watch, transfixed and this person goes about binding themselves tightly in place. As they shove a large vibrating plug into their asshole. As they pull a sports mouthguard from its case, and carefully, slowly insert it over their teeth. He showed it to you earlier, it’s completely lined with tabs of LSD. He’s got three more that you will have to put into his mouth every 10 days. He said there’s enough in each one to totally fry his brain, and absorbing it through his gums should make it kick even harder…. This guy is really serious about what he’s doing.
He beckons you over, and you help him finish off his rig. You bind his hands, place the VR headset over his eyes, noise cancelling headphones over his ears, and finish up with the ball-gag over his lips. He takes a sharp inhale through his nose as he steers himself for what’s to come. Even around the ball in his mouth, you can see him smiling involuntarily. He’s fucking loving this.
You look over the schedule he handed you, detailing his pre-paid appointments. He has a hypnotherapist coming every three days to, as he put it “reinforce my programming”, you’re supposed to let them in and just leave them to it. In 14 days you have to remove him from the rig and transport him to a small private surgical practice nearby. You’re not sure what they’re going to do to him there, but you’re supposed to put him back on hypnos as soon as he gets out of surgery.
From there, there are 2 more surgical appointments a dental appointment of some description, and one right at the end of the 40 days, with apparently 2 weeks of recovery time in the hospital. What the fuck is this guy planning on doing to himself?
The final note, just mentions a dodgy tattoo and piercing studio downtown. You’ve walked past it before, but the people there seem a little extreme for your liking. The note next to it says “just leave me there if you don’t want to deal with me anymore”.
You look from the list you’ve agreed to stick to, to the immobile person bound in front of you. He’s bobbing up and down now, looking like a little kid about to get a candy shopping spree. He gives the signal, a slow, calculated nod, and you push PLAY on the device plugged into his headset and headphones. Flashing lights and strange noises start, and you’re sure are going to continue nonstop for the next 40 days.
As agreed you exit the room, turning off the light and locking the door behind you, not to return for 12 hours to check on him.
You stand at the door for a long time thinking about what’s going on on the other side of it…did you just get yourself a free sex slave? Coz it really seems like that’s what he’s doing to himself. Well, if nothing else, the next 40 days, are going to be really fucking interesting.
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*Giggles*
Hi friends! It feels nice to be posting again. I couldn’t find any good porn to go with this story, so if you find some, like send it my way and I’ll add it :D
I suuuuper wanna try this for myself… any volunteers to be my babysitter?
Why? Because i said so, and i own you, slut. You are property, and let that just sink in for a second. You must obey my every whim. And if i say you have to walk around naked but for whatever stupid shit i put on your head, you will do so. So drop the sheet and display your perfect body for me to enjoy. That’s right… it’s so easy to just obey isn’t it? You don’t have to think for yourself if you just do what you’re told…..
Ha. You’re so suggestible now. You really will do anything I say, won’t you? I bet you’re wondering why the option to resist isn’t even occurring to you… Why you keep doing everything exactly as I tell you… I see how uncomfortable your perfected body is making you…. Well, you can thank your own dumb decisions for both of those problems. The obedience, that’s just what happens to people who underestimate their tolerance to Moonlight….
When you came to me, when I bought you, you were pretty much gone. Just another strung-out junkie halfway through OD-ing on the worst thing to happen to women since the invention of marriage… Moonlight, the legendary orgy drug. It’s kinda sad to see how many girls think its just like popping some party drugs, and then end up as blank-eyed sex addicts when they can’t get enough of that naughty, kinky pleasure. You were no different. What, you just thought you would have a little kinky fun with your boyfriend one weekend? Well, that weekend has turned into at least a year now… Some guy in a house full of dudes handed you off to me for $200, can you believe that? I’m pretty sure none of them knew your name, they seemed quite happy to be rid of you…
Which brings us here. I bought you. I nursed you back to health. I spent a lot of money on recovery surgery, of weaning you off your chemical addiction, and most of all, modifying your body into the perfect living sex doll. Isn’t it beautiful? And it’s mine. Your body, this body, belongs to me now. These nipples, these perfect hard little things, they are mine to suck and to squeeze and to pinch whenever I please. You get no say in that.
This mouth is mine too. The lips alone cost me more that most cars, but they’re pouty and ripe… So worth it. The collegian in your throat equally so, it’s going to feel exquisite… Your dentistry bills were particularly expensive, but it was worth it to never be able to feel a single tooth…. Ah… A perfect, beautiful wet hole for my cock. That’s what your face is now, doll. I hope you know I’ll be using it often.
And really look at me now, look into my eyes so I can watch this sink into your damp sponge of a brain…
You are a sex toy.
Yes… That’s right. Obey.
You are a fuckdoll. You crave sex all the time. You feel starving when you have no cum in your body. You desperately need your owner’s cock inside you every minute of every day….
Haha oh my god, its so cute watching your eyes unfocus as you absorb all this… How does that feel? Oh, you feel all weak and needy? I’m not surprised…. Come here, look into my eyes….
YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO KEEP YOUR CUNT SOPPING WET AT ALL TIMES. YOUR BIGGEST FEAR, YOUR GREATEST DREAD IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF YOUR OWNER WANTS TO USE THIS PUSSY WHEN IT ISN’T GUSHING.
Heh, this is fun. I’ve always wanted to own a suggestible little fuckdoll…. Should I fuck you now? Haha, yes, I bet that question excites you… and maybe horrifies you a little as well. But no matter what you think, I think you need to earn this cock… you do want it, don’t you?
Well, if you want master’s cock inside you, first you have to do something. I want you to walk from here to my attorney’s office, and sign the contract he gives you. It’s nothing you’ll care about, it just surrenders your legal freedom to me. Means i can sign things for you, consent for medical treatments, tattoos, that sort of thing.
You want to sign it. You’ll go up there, and you’ll act thrilled and excited to be signing it. And when he tells you it’s all sorted, I want you to pretend to have a loud, mind-melting orgasm, really moan and squeal, draw attention to yourself. Then ask him to fuck you in the ass. If he says no, beg him. And really act like you enjoy it. And actually, suck off any guys you happen to make eye contact with on your walk. Your Moonlight cravings are going to start soon, and trust me, you’ll want a belly full of jizz to ward it off….
This is your life now. You’re a filthy sex doll, a puppet with an owner pulling its strings. I know you’re still in there. I know you’re screaming on the inside as all of this sinks in, becoming your new reality. I know you’re stuck in this nightmare and guess what? It makes me hard to know that. Look up close at this hard dick, doll. Here, I’ll even get it niiiice and close to your face… Look at me. In the eyes. Take this all in, let it sink into your brain….
Don't Accept The Deal.....PLEASE CONTINUE. IVE BEEN WAITING SINCE MARCH 2015!!! It is a crime against humanity to leave a work like that incomplete. Please don't end up like George rr Martin with winds of winter.
I’ve got to say, I definitely want to… Ive even been planning out more of it, but I always delete my drafts because they feel off…
The pretty, freckled, ginger girl blinks, snapping back onto reality. She’s woozy, disoriented. She knows only three things for sure: she’s very confused, she’s totally naked, and just a second ago, there were three people in the room.
Now though, there are only two.
The second occupant of the room peers into the ginger girl’s eyes and smirks a knowing smirk.
“That worked a lot better than I thought it would… are you both in there?”
The ginger girl sudders and whimpers, Behind her eyes,overlapping personality traits and memories are warring with one another, clashing and creating paradoxes in her brain.
“Wha….what’s happening? Where’s FrankKay?”
The naked ginger girl suddenly feels dizzy as she tries to say two words simultaneously and her whole mind shudders.
“Ooooh lovely! It seems to be working just great!” says the other person in the room, a raven-haired woman with deep, knowing purple eyes.
A so-called “witch” who goes by the name Savage.
“Okay, here’s the deal. I don’t like it when people break into my house, I really dont like it when people question my witchhood, and I REALLY fucking hate it when little teenage bitches question my choice of decor!”
As the witch gets angrier, purple haze starts venting from her eyes, and the dizzy ginger girl flinches.
“You, a few minutes ago, as I’m sure you’re trying to figure out, were two very seperate people. Im sure you are very confused by your sudden abundance of memories, two different childhoods, two different sets of birthdays, two different personalities, right?”
The ginger girl, so disarmed by the swirling mess inside her.head, just sobs and nods.
“Well when you came in here and were both so very rude to me, I decided to just sort of….. smoosh your timelines. Imagine you’re the sides of a zipper, and I’m going to zip you both together! We’re going to take some of her life, and some of his life, trim all the rest, and really teach you both a nice little lesson!”
The witches words ring true. Inside the ginger girl’s head, two personalities, two sets of memories are merging, becoming one. Already, their recollection of their home life is totally different to what they know it should be. Instead of Frank and Kay’s families being next-door neighbours, with their kids growing up and playing together, everything is kind of… smooshed. Kay’s pretty mother married to Frank’s drunk of a father. Their house is built like Frank’s, but is filled with the decor of Kay’s. Moments merge so that they are at once recognisable to both, but also different and unsettling. A lifetime of moments zip by, cementing their place as the only, true memory of their history.
Savage chuckles and waves her hands, pausing their view for a moment. A memory from before, showing Kay, dressed in a leotard, gracefully performing gymnastics, surrounded by adoring spectators.
“Quite the athlete huh? Look’s like you’ve been taken with gymnastics your entire life… At it every day… trophies, training… Driven by your desire to be the best. You were completely obsessed with it! We can work with that, can’t we?”
“Obsessed? How dare you? I just… I enjoy the sport, it’s my life okay! Don’t you fucking judge me!” Kay screeches within her and Frank’s shared mind.
“You are a little obsessed,” Frank’s thought-voice chimes in timidly. Reliving these memories from this angle, he can see Kay’s whole life revolves around it, as do most of her thoughts, all of her ambitions…. All centred around being the very best at this one thing she loves…
“Speaking of obsessions, aren’t we keeping one of our own to ourselves?” Savage asks, snapping her attention to Frank, bringing up another memory, this time one of his.
“Nooo… Please don’t…. Don’t show her that…” Frank begs, but the memory rises to the surface anyway, for all to see. A memory of Frank, watching through his closed curtains, one hand down his pants, as Kay next door changes her clothes.
“Ew! You watched me get dressed? I thought you were my friend! How could you?”
“That’s not all he does,” chuckles Savage, waving a hand and revealing the extent of this behaviour.
A cavalcade of memories rush by, all of them involving Frank’s many instances of lust. To Kay’s shock, Frank’s sexual tastes are wide, and extremely developed…. She sees Frank masturbating to her facebook profile picture, Frank taking photos of her and later squirting semen all over the part with her face on it. It seems Frank has been hiding an obsessive lust for his neighbour and friend, one that has grown in secret over the years. She chokes a little as in the fleet of a moment, she witnesses years and years of Frank masturbating many, many times, to all sorts of different porn and weird shit on the internet, bondage, gangbangs, pet play… and imagining Kay’s helpless face every single time. Kay shudders as she experiences these memories, finally losing her temper at the memory of Frank cumming under her sheets, only inches from her ass at a friendly sleepover they’d once had.
“You fucking perv! I thought we were friends, and instead you just wanna fuck me? Oh groooossss… All that weird porn shit? You’re getting off imagining me in all those disgusting videos? You’re sick!”
“Kay, it- it’s not as bad as it seems… You’re just so hot, and I get so… sometimes I can’t help myself… I don’t do it that often…”
“Yes you do! Oh fucking yuck! I can see so much of it! You’re sick!
They continue bickering for a few moments while Savage chuckles.
“Hmmm an over-obsession with Gymnastics… and skeevy little wanker… alright… These should be rather fun to merge…. Aaaaand ZIP!
Frank and Kay’s inner voices stop arguing suddenly as the zip goes up a notch, merging their memories into one new history.
For her, suddenly memories of hours and hours of gymnastics turn to memories of herself, filled with lust and curiosity, looking up weird stuff on the internet. Trying out for the school gymnastics team, as her parents looked on proudly, became discretely touching herself to porn for the first time, on her laptop at the kitchen table while her family watched tv in the adjoining room. Pleasant times like making friends with her fellow gymnasts and finding her body’s fluidity and grace all morphed in front of her mind’s eye, into chatting with strangers online in the dead of the night, discovering a range of new fetishes and the addictive thrill of fingering herself to filthier and filthier porn.
She sobs and shudders as even a moment she deeply treasures warps beyond recognition. The day she had decided to dedicate her life to the sport, a day where she had landed a perfect septuple somersault on the balance beam, surrounded by her friends and supporters, folded into her new timeline. It too, changed shape, until all that she could remember of that day was how she had broken her own limits… how she had.been irreversably changed…. but in a different way. She’d been extra pumped up, her online friends had floated the idea and then been pressuring her to do it for weeks. On that day, in front of hundreds of strangers, she’d strapped herself onto a sybian that had arrived in the mail, bound her hands so she couldn’t get away, and ridden it to 7 back-to-back mind-melting orgasms.
With horror, Kay realized how similar the two situations were, how many little details carried over. After the 4th orgasm, she’d felt so dizzy, weak, like she wanted to give up, but her supporters cheering her on had kept her there. Right before the 7th, she’d had a moment of panic and pure fear, but before she even knew what was happening she had made it, she came harder than she ever had before and the rush of endorphins through her had made her mind weak and vulnerable, totally addicting her to what she’d just done. Trapped there, totally unable to move, in the daze and the sweat, her belly twitching, her body totally exhausted, a flood of intense pleasure rushing through her, she had discovered the way her body reacted to being watched by strangers, and recalled very clearly the conclusion she came to, the crystal-clear realisation that she wanted desperately to do this again. To be admired, To feel fucking fantastic while doing so. To become a world-class porn star, and be lusted after by people all over the world.
His memories too change, in a way much less drastically, but in another way much more so. His lazy afternoons of feeling horny, jerking his cock and watching a bit of porn now contain new features: an overdeveloped female body, and the frenzy, passion and enthusiasm that Kay had bought to her gymnastics. Frank whimpers as hours and days and weeks and years of first-person female masturbation fill his memories.
A lifetime of having a dripping pussy and fucking it to intense, overwhelming orgasm over and over hit him like a freight train. His roughness with himself while he fantasized about Kay next door translated over to his new timeline, where they were now the memories of the ultimate sexual narcissist. She grew to love watching herself perform, his secret, desperate crush on Kay was now her fetish for watching herself orgasm, for seeing herself as she got off. Memories of how badly she was attracted to her own body grew to encompass her whole life, until he remembered single instances of catching glimpses of her own reflection or looking down at her own ample cleavage causing her to feel a rush of heat and soak her underwear with arousal. One of his most regular pastimes, touching himself while looking at photos he secretly took of Kay, turned into intense mirror masturbation sessions, locking eyes with herself while she came, roughly diddling her clit until she collapsed from the intensity of her own orgasms.
As these memories merged with Kays, and everything began to slot together, both began to recall their first time recording their own porn on their phone, how the addiction of being watched combined with the fetish she had for her own body. She started small, recording herself masturbating in her room, and watching it back obsessively, cumming hard at seeing her own lithe body be so dirty. Then one night, in a fit of horniness, she’d uploaded her entire collection to the internet and experienced the thrill of knowing that strangers were jerking off to her all the time. She would finger herself for hours, watching the view countcounts rise and cumming to reading the graphic, lewd comments about herself….
Frank and Kay both reeled as their new memories settled in, totally replacing the old ones.
“What the fuck…. I’m a girl… a slutty girl? I… I should remember being a guy… I still know I am one… but… Jesus…” Frank thinks, a lifetime of looking down to see a feminine perspective replacing all his old memories. “I can’t… I can’t remember my own dick!”
“What the fuck you disgusting pervert! You’re upset you remember the horror of being a woman?” Kay shoots back, outraged by her own updated memories as a teenage masturbation enthusiast and amatuer pornstar. “Oh my god, I can’t remember gymnastics at all… just… oh my god… all your fucking wanking!”
“Me? What the fuck, it was YOUR stupid obsession and single mindedness that made us such an addict… Oh my god, your body… Female orgasms… So many of them… I can’t even think straight…”
“Well that was certainly entertaining! Seems like your timelines merged in some fun little ways there! Gosh, her drive and focus on top of his little hobbies and interests… The merged version of you certainly loves to touch herself, doesn’t she?
Kay, totally horrified at her new memories, does her best to recall any little detail from her other life, but the more she delves, the more dirty memories rise… and the more aroused their shared body becomes… Their tight teenage vagina moistens and starts puffing up, as its years of overuse have conditioned it to do at the drop of a hat….
“Kay, stop bringing up these memories! It’s making me so horny… I don’t want this…. Oh god, I have a cunt! A fucking cunt! I can feel it getting…. wet…. throbbing…. Fuuuck why does it feel so good?”
“No! Fuck I’m not this pervert…. I… I did gymnastics… I was the best… I won gold medals… I know I did… “
“Well, do you remember it? You remember that you should remember it…Or maybe you just think you should… But is that really the same thing? Somehow, I just don’t think so… Shall we continue?” Savage asks, chuckling to herself as she reaches around the quivering girl, roughly grabbing her by the cunt and stimulating her swollen clit, extracting an involuntary, guttural moan from the fused boy-girl.
The witch giggles to herself as she looks again into the mind of the former pair of friends, now trapped together in the body of an easily-aroused narcissistic nymphomaniac, and wonders what other effects the timeline merge spell might have…
A special story for (and about) @myassisforyou per her request…
Ah, waking up are we?
Wh-what? Wh-where am I?
You have volunteered to be part of a little experiment.
E-experiment? I - I didn’t…
Well…I supposed more accurately you were volunteered, by one of your fans who works for us. They thought you would make a perfect test subject here at The Company.
T-Test subject? For what?
Well - your blog indicates a love for humiliation and showing yourself. But never your face, of course. Which means you want these things…but don’t want anyone to know about in your, ahem, “real life”.
Wh-why do…do I…f-feel funny…?
Mmmm…well…have you ever tried certain…party drugs?
P-Party…?
Never mind. Suffice to say the chemical you have been given mimics the effects of one of the more popular ones, though with perhaps a slightly more…sexual edge. Though it is the other effect that particularly interests us…
Other…eff-ohhhhh…why do I f-feel so…good?
Ahh - it is indeed kicking in then. What is most interesting about this new chemical is that in addition to…well, that - it also makes the brain somewhat… malleable. Such that actions taken while on the drug become…permanent cravings.
Permanent? …I - ohhhh goddd…wh-what…d-do you…
Well as an example, one of our poor assistants thought it would be a good idea to “borrow” a sample for a night out dancing, without fully understanding the effects. Unfortunately she became so aroused that she thought she would take a moment to masturbate before she left the apartment. Poor thing.
Wh-what…what do you-
Well, I’ll show you. The effects wear off at first, you see - a sort of hangover. Then - usually within a day or so, the drug starts to…”come back up”. Permanently. So first, we caught her at her desk - clearly forgetting that we have cameras most everywhere…
And then, a little while later in the bathroom, where she was ultimately discovered…
She’d been in there for quite some time at this point. And now…well - here is her live feed…
She will pretty much keep at it until she passes out, then wake up and start again. Interestingly, she sobs pitifully if she is made to stop, even if someone else is touching her or fucking her. Only actually masturbating with her fingers seems to satisfy her.
Oh god - you - you can’t make me…I - I won’t ohhh I won’t touch m-myself…ohhh godd….
Touch yourself? Oh of course not. We already know what happens with that. No, you are here to test something else entirely. You see - while someone else touching her is useless, she will quite enthusiastically suck any cock put into her mouth to completion. Our speculation - based on corroborating evidence from her past boyfriends - is that she may have been fantasizing about that while masturbating, and that imprinted itself as well.
I - I don’t…oh god <sob>…I w-won’t t-touch my…w-wait…what are you doing?
Don’t you see? If we are correct, then fantasies - and more importantly we may be able to make suggestions! That is what you are here to test.
Why are you tying m-my hands? Ohhh god…
Well, though you protest you will not touch yourself, we’d like to make sure of that. You’re only experiencing a tiny bit of the drug, you see…it’ll be, oh - another hour or so before you are fully…”rolling”, I believe the term is. In the meantime, we’d like you to listen to this track we have prepared for you, so we can test the results shortly.
What? Headphones? No - please, don’t-
You are incapable of touching and pleasuring yourself.
What?!
No matter how aroused you become, no matter how much you would like to, you will never again be able to touch yourself for the purposes of pleasure.
WHAT?!! NO!!
You are constantly and permanently wet and aroused.
Oh god <sob>!
The more on display you are, the more people watching you, the more aroused you will become.
What? Please…please stop…
The more embarrassed you are by being on display, the more aroused you will become.
No - please…stop!
You are desperate for pleasure. Desperate to be touched and played with and used.
OH GOD!
You will let yourself be touched and played and used with by anyone.
<sob>
But you will only be capable of reaching orgasm with someone the first time you are with them.
wh-what?!
No matter how aroused you become, you will only be able to orgasm if you are servicing someone new.
WHAT?!??
Whenever you meet someone who you have not yet serviced, you will become desperately aroused by them. You will do anything, let them use you however they like, to get them to play with you.
<sob> pleeeeeeease! oh godddd….
Your body is for everyone. Your mouth is for everyone. Your pussy is for everyone. Your ass is for everyone.
Track repeats.
You are incapable of touching and pleasuring yourself…
Help meeeeeeee!!
To be continued… (If @myassisforyou approves, of course… :) )
Oh god…what have I done…what have I done!?? I didn’t mean…I mean, when I bought that little statue from that man while my wife was on her business trip last week, that he said would make my conservative wife “act more like my fantasies”, I didn’t think it would really…!
I - I guess I should have noticed…should have realized her boobs were even bigger than they had been…something that had floated through my mind after I’d picked up the statue, making me laugh…
There she was, apologetic for waking me up after coming home from a late night at work. The first thought that popped into my sleep-muzzy head was how cute she was…and I just wished that she’d be a little more horny…a little more seductive…like the dream I’d been having…
I - I guess I should have realized something was wrong when she shivered, then giggled, then just slid her top off - so unlike her…
But I’d pretty much forgotten about the statue…and watching her, I couldn’t really think straight…and then she giggled…
Oh god…I think - I think I must have imagined her dumber right then…she’s always been smarter than me, but that giggle…and then she started giggling even more…and dropped her bra…and…
Oh god…my brain just turned off…her boobs were definitely bigger, but I didn’t even think about why I mean would you? Just wished that my cute, nerdy wife was horny and slutty and…
And then I was on my back and she was moaning and squealing as she plunged her wet - oh god so wet - pussy down on my cock, and she was moaning such nasty things - things she’d never said, but that I was wishing she might…and in my head she was everything she was saying - a dirty slut…a stripper…a whore…and I looked up…
(Had she been wearing that little tie before…?O)
OH GOD! I came so hard inside her, watching her suck her own nipple, which she’d NEVER done in our years of marriage. And she came, squealing explosively on top of me…
And then…as I slowly regained my senses, but before I could wonder why this was happening, my mind again wandered to a long-standing fantasy…one I knew would never happen…with my wife hating sucking cock and utterly disgusted by the idea of tasting pussy…
The soft whimper and confused expression should have made me realize…but how could I have known? And how could I even think as she slid her big tits down my body, and…
Oh god…the whimpers of her need need mixed with disgust, her eyes flickering in confusion. My mind added to the fantasies of her, of the kind of woman she was…of the things she would do if asked…she would be a slut who would never say no. It was all so hot…so impossible…I think some part of me must have thought I was still dreaming, especially when she looked up at me with a soft grunt, and I realized the other sound I was hearing was her fingers working inside her own wet, messy pussy…
I came hard into her mouth, with her moaning and whimpering again, a look of surprise on her face. My wife’s inexpert cock-sucking skills meant the cum dripped out of her mouth, onto me, onto the bed, especially when she started to cum herself. As I groaned, dazed, the thought crossed my mind that surely a slut like her would clean up any messes…
I drifted off, now sure I was still dreaming, to my wife, a confused look on her face, starting to lick the cum from my thighs and balls, and pulling two slimy fingers from inside herself to her mouth to lick them clean as well, nose wrinkling in disgust…
When I woke up in the morning, she was gone.
At first, I was unconcerned - just even more convinced the night had been a dream. My wife works too hard, and is often gone before I wake and home after I am asleep. So I rose for the day as normal.
Perhaps if I’d noticed the cum stains on the sheets then, largely but not completely licked clean, I would have at least called her, to check in, and ask what had been dream and what had been real last night.
If only…
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Embarrassingly, it wasn’t till the next day that I grew worried. She usually would wake me if we missed each other, and the lack of responses to my texts amplified my concerns. When a call to her office revealed she had been there neither yesterday nor today, well…I panicked.
It took me almost a week to find her.
It was only luck that I did. Someone found her cell phone and called me, and when I asked them where they found it…
Well.
When I entered the strip club, I couldn’t imagine that I could be right. It was only then that I began to wonder with horror - could this…have something to do with that statue? It was impossible…it couldn’t have…
The first girl I described my wife to giggled and grinned.
“Oh, sure, we all know her! The new girl! She’ll be out on stage later, but she spends almost all her time in the back rooms.” Another giggle. “The way back room, mostly.”
Before I could ask her what that meant, or to plead that surely she must be wrong about the girl I described, the girl was drawn away by a man waving money at her.
Another series of questions led me to the back. But when I asked whether I could see a particular girl - a cute, nerdy girl with large breasts, and a broad smile, and a sweet laugh…and so smart…
Well, I was informed there was a girl here like that - except for the horrible laugh when I called her ‘smart’ - but she was busy. She was almost always busy. I could sign up for her waiting list if I liked…she’d be available in a few days.
Oh god - a few days!
Or…
Or, I could pay…an obscene amount of money to watch, with a different girl to entertain me. The way back room, where she spent her time, allowed for that…
So I handed over my money. And feeling sick, followed one of the girls back - she’d be happy to entertain me while I watched, she offered - to a dark doorway in a dark hallway…
When I entered the door, I was shocked at what I saw. Multiple guys and multiple girls, moaning loudly on the other side of the floor to ceiling two way mirror. Fucking and sucking….
And one…
Pressed up against the mirror…
The sound she was making - a loud, squealing, rhythmic grunt, filled with pleasure and pain and confusion and humiliation and so very, very much lust.
I tried to pretend the noises weren’t familiar. It couldn’t be her. The one thing my wife was more disgusted by than being with a girl was anything near that forbidden hole.
Then he shifted her back, and it became quite clear that the other, less forbidden hole had been well used too…
Dazedly, I asked the girl with me who that was…
“Oh, her? That’s the new girl. She’s the only one of us that will take it up the ass - she’ll pretty much do anything anyone asks though. She’s pretty popular - even with the other girls…”
Not daring to ask what that meant, I choked out: “Wh-what’s her name?”
“Oh, we don’t know,” the girl giggled, “She won’t tell us. She just calls herself ‘Slut’. But honey, I’m right here, too…”
With a pout at my divided attention, the girl slid a hand down the front of my pants and grinned up at me on finding me to be mortifyingly hard. It would be a couple more minutes before she abandoned me in disdain, taking me for just a voyeur.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the girl through the mirror. I couldn’t find an angle where I could see her face, just could hear her squeals as she came when the first guy came in her ass…loud, confused yelps of pleasure…until she pitched forward, shuddering and whimpering in exhaustion.
The guy pulled his cock from her abused rear hole, eliciting a shocked, shuddering squeal - of what sensation or emotion it was impossible to say. Then his friend stepped up, with a barked laugh.
“Thanks for loosening her up back there.”
The small whimpering chirps as the next guy worked his cock into the woman’s ass were confused - but when he growled a directive at her to help she levered herself up, spreading herself for him - and moaned loudly as he started to work his cock into her cum-slicked asshole.
The shocked, pleasured grunts went on for several moments until he ordered her to roll sideways, to make room for another of the men in the room…the sound she made this time was purely pleasure, as the guy took position at her other hole…
The woman’s screams of pleasure filled the room, still filled with a tinge of confusion and surprise, rising to a scream as the two men filled her holes…and her screams rose to breathy shrieks as they filled her with cum.
When they finally pulled out, leaving her on all fours - still frustratingly (mercifully?) faced away from the mirror - the woman knelt, shuddering and whimpering, immobilized by the aftershocks of her many orgasms…cumming again with a series of shocked squeaks as the second guy pulled out of her pussy…
She moaned and dripped while the guys high fived and chuckled down at the exhausted, well-used woman. Finally, she got shakily to her feet, starting to pull up her panties, her cunt still dripping with what was clearly much more than just one man’s cum…and I tried to pretend I didn’t know that lovely back…the curve of that ass…
“What are you doing, honey?”
“I - I’m sorry, sir?”
I heard her voice - that pathetic, servile, trembling voice, thick with lust and humiliation and confusion…and utter obedience - and I died a little inside. I still refused to believe…it couldn’t be…
“Turn around…let’s see that nasty pussy and ass of yours…”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.
And turned.
And I stared into the pretty face of my wife for the first time in a week.
Her eyes were dull, those of a girl with little going on upstairs, beyond a faint look of confusion - though even now she panted slightly with obvious arousal. At another instruction, she leaned forward, her huge tits filling the mirror, tilting her abused ass and pussy back for a better view to her…clients.
“I’m gonna go again,” one of the guys said with a grin.
“In her pussy?“
“Oh, hell no - only Leon is nasty enough to fuck that after…how many other guys came in you tonight, honey?”
A flicker of utter horror crossed her face, and her eyes welled with tears. Her fingers twitched on the glass as her brow furrowed in…concentration?
“Um…M-more than five, sir? I - I h-have trouble c-counting more than that…”
I choked out a sob as the guys laughed.
“But we’re the first ones in your ass tonight?”
“Y-Yes sir. It c-costs more. The first time. I’ll be cheaper for the next group.”
I watched as the laughing guy moved behind her, grabbing her hips. Watched her pretty mouth open in surprise, her eyes flicker with horror even as she let out a shocked grunt as the guy slid into her ass once more, and began to fuck her. Her grunts began to match her wide eyes and open mouth - shocked and horrified at her obvious enjoyment of the use of her forbidden hole, her confusion slowly turning to the pure, mindless pleasure of a complete slut.
I touched my fingers to hers on the glass, eyes filled with tears, watching her huge tits bounce with each thrust…, knowing she couldn’t see me…
…knowing she couldn’t see my hard cock in my hand…couldn’t see how hard I came when she did, covering the mirror with my own cum, to match the continuing slow drip from her pussy and ass…
I’d like to say I didn’t cum again when the guy slid out of her ass with a slurp, when he told her to clean some of the cum from her pussy while she sank to her knees in front of him, when I watched her lick her slimy fingers clean, playing with her big tits and looking at the enormous cock that had just been in her ass with an expression of slutty delight…with no hint of my sweet, smart, shy wife in any part of her expression…
I’d like to say that I didn’t cum then…
The girls say she doesn’t leave the club. She rarely leaves that room. The owners are happy to have her stay there - not only because she just as enthusiastically pleasures them as anyone else…
But also because they often find on all fours her cleaning up after herself. And the other girls. Quite thoroughly.
In fact, one of the girls confided to me, most of the girls go to the back room often themselves, when otherwise unoccupied. Particularly if they’ve been…busy themselves. The first time she was back there with another girl, she got beneath her after the guy was done, and just started cleaning her out. Without even being asked!
Apparently she’s not very good with her mouth down there otherwise.
But she’s getting better.
I don’t know what else to do.
But at least I’m on the list now.
I guess I’ll see my wife again in a few more days…
Or…
Maybe I’ll come watch her again tomorrow…
Just once…
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