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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!

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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….

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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?

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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!

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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!”

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Anonymous asked:

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.

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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!

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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.

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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?

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Anonymous asked:

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.

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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 😊

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Anonymous asked:

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.

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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.

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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….

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Enjoy being more fuckable!!!

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Anonymous asked:

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!

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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?

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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!

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True Helplessness Pt.2

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….

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True helplessness

“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?

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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….

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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.

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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.

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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. 

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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…. 

This cock is your god now.

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It’s currently 6:10am; one of those hours that respectable people refer to as “ungodly” when, in a moderately priced city apartment block, the sounds of high heeled shoes are heard in a third story hallway. The footsteps stop, and the jingle of keys...

It’s currently 6:10am; one of those hours that respectable people refer to as “ungodly” when, in a moderately priced city apartment block, the sounds of high heeled shoes are heard in a third story hallway. The footsteps stop, and the jingle of keys gives away the presence of a resident returning home. The door opens to reveal a figure, balancing on unsteady legs and unruly stiletto heels. A *flump* is heard as a pink handbag is tossed haphazardly on a the floor and then a *tick* as dim light floods the apartment. The tiny, single room dwelling is undecorated except for a large four-poster bed in the centre and a long mirror leaning against the far wall. Next to the mirror sits something unusual, covered by a white sheet. 

This girl who calls the place home, her blonde hair at the moment very messy and her face, slathered with running makeup, is fair skinned. She wears a very dainty pink bra, which is barely managing to hold up a pair of obviously fake, gravity-defying breasts. Across her hips is draped a lacy pink suspender, and some of the wispiest panties imaginable, and she sways with precarious balance on a pair of 8-inch heels. Aside from that, she is wearing no other clothing. What she is wearing, however, is spattered on her stomach, her neck, and streaming lightly down her taut thighs. The seed of her apparently many evening mates is even lightly caked across her face, the cause of her ruined makeup. If this wasn’t enough, the faraway look in her glazed eyes is a dead giveaway to even the most casual observer; this is a girl who is coming home from having her brains totally and completely fucked out.

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She crawls onto the comfortable bedspread and for a moment, she just sort of… stares dreamily into space. Her eyes flutter a little and a hand roughly squeezes a breast, drawing a small coo as an abnormally large nipple stands erect and at attention. She runs through her evenings activities in her mind, smirking as she thinks back to each creamy string of cum flying through the air at her. When she wonders what that icky boy would have to say about it. Her hand snakes under the flippy skirt as she remembers all the new cocks she experienced tonight, having just enough time to collect a small dab of creamy fluid on her fingers before an alarm begins to go off.

The girl pouts as she crawls off the bed and looks at a large digital clock sitting next to the mirror. 6:12. Ugh. The icky boy will be back soon… But she still has time. She steps in front of the mirror, a whimper of arousal escaping her lips as her eyes take in her sordid, oversexualised reflection. She peels off the tube of cloth covering her tits, exposing her round e-cups to the room. She jiggles them in the mirror a little, pulling a cheeky face as she pinches a fat thumb-sized nipple. Then she unbuckles her little skirt, and lets it fall to the floor, careful not to let the clothing wipe any of the semen off her legs. She makes a randy “mmmm” noise as she looks down at her swollen cameltoe, and turns her hips to take in the curve of her lucious, jiggly ass.

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An eye flicks to the clock, and she begins redressing herself, but not in any regular, respectable clothing. The clothes she pulls on seem more appropriate for a sex dungeon than for pyjamas. Black latex bra and panties are stretched over her body, followed by pink fishnet stockings up her legs. Next she clips a fetish collar around her neck, and touches up her lipstick, going for neon pink to add to the raw sexuality of the outfit. After making a few kissy faces in the mirror, she smirks at her reflection, uses the lipstick to write block letters on her head. She giggles to herself, pulling out her cell phone snap a quick mirror selfie. She again checks the time, fussing to herself before deciding she indeed still has time. She goes through her contacts and sends the selfie she just took, a horny looking blonde with SLUT written on her forehead, along with a words “Now. Bring a friend.”

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For the next 3 minutes, she fusses over some kind of apparatus in the corner, frequently looking over at the closed door. She plays with the clock near the mirror, checking several times that the timer is set for 7:31pm.

There is a knock on the door, her pink lips break into a cheeky grin and she darts over to answer it. Two grinning men are standing there, they do not seems surprised by the attire of the girl. 

“Hey Bambi…” one of them says. 

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She invites them in, urging them to be quick. They seem to know the drill, not at all shocked as the girl kneels on the bed, pulls her latex panties aside and then tugs on the jewelled assplug that has been lodged inside her all night. It comes loose with a wet POP, and the men stare hungrily into the gaping pink hole being presented to them, squeezing their cocks in excitement. Just where darkness obscures their vision, they can make out the huge lake of semen that always seems to be there at this time of day. She’s been busy tonight.

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And with that, the first man steps up, and shoves himself inside the twitching hole. The girl squeals in delight, spewing profanity, proclaiming her love of being fucked. The man, as promised, quickly empties his balls inside the little blonde as she coos and moans with pleasure. The second man waits for a moment as the first man extracts himself from the gaping hole, and the girl recovers from her anal orgasm. Even through her dizziness, she is careful to keep her ass pointed always upward.

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Panting, she glances over at the digital display. 6:45am. There’s still time. She grins and winks at the second man, wiggling her used ass invitingly. The second man steps up, but before inserting his cock, uses his fingers to spread the womans puffy pussy lips. He smirks to himself at the way her cunt visibly throbs, the steady trail of creamy fluid dripping from the entrance, and the little pink gumball that is her clit, inflated and tantalizingly pink.

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The second man fucks her sloppy ass while squeezing her clit between his thumb and finger. She screams and writhes and wobbles, unable to balance herself through the sensations, but he gently holds her ass upwards as he cums, squirting even more sticky white fluid inside her to join with the amount already inside her, and pulls out. At her insistence, he re-plugs her ruined ass with a rubber plug, this one connected to a clear plastic tube.

Almost delirious and giggling like an idiot, she gestures to the two gentlemen to leave, saying she’ll text them “next time, maybe tomorrow”, and they grin at each other, buttoning up their pants. The second man takes a moment to wipe his messy cock on her face, smearing the word on her head before leaving.

On shaky legs she crawls back towards the mirror, pulling a sheet cover off a lump in the corner. There sits a shoebox and a saddle, fitted with an internal vibrator and clit stimulator. A sybian. It had been expensive, she’d had to do some truly degrading things to pay for it… but so worth it on that final day. The day she had finally outplayed him. 

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They’d made a deal. He’d had no choice. He couldn’t control her anymore, she was coming out to play at random, inconvenient times. It was messing with his life. So they made an agreement. He could have the days to be himself and she could have the nights to be Bambi. 7:30pm till 7:30 am, Bambi would have free reign, but other times, the stupid boy would be in control.

It was hard at first. She had to sit dormant all day, and even after having all her fun at night, he kept undoing all her progress on her perfect body! He cancelled appointments she made, and refunded down payments. He wasn’t letting her be herself the way that she so desperately needed to be. So after awhile, she came up with a solution. Opening the shoebox, she removes a rubber ball gag, and inserts into it the tube currently dangling from her new ass plug. She then puts the gag into her mouth and roughly tightens the strap. For the next 12 hours, what gets sucked through this tube will be the only sustenance her body can reach. Giggling with evil excitement, she settles down into the saddle setup next to the mirror, locking her legs into the bonds. They won’t open again until the timer goes off.

2 minutes. It all started with him brainwashing himself anyway. Fantasizing about being like Bambi. Every time he watched more, listened more, tranced more, it made her stronger. More defined. He created her from nothing, and now he’s the one who is nothing. Now he’s the figment of her imagination. She puts on the noise-cancelling headphones and pushes play on the laptop. The only 2 things in her field of view are now a never-ending set of porn and hypnosis gifs, and the mirror, with the words “YOU LOSE, BITCH” written in lipstick at the top. It shows in graphic detail the cum covered blonde, SLUT smeared on her forehead, wrapped in bondage gear and locking herself into some kind of sex torture rack.

She lowers her pussy onto the vibrator, groaning like an addict finally getting a hit as she feels it stretch her out deliciously.  She praised the experimental surgical procedure she’d had a few months ago. They’d told her that biologically it wasn’t a real vagina, but it sure looks like one, down to the smallest detail. And if real vaginas feel anywhere near as pleasant to be fucked and stretched out she really doesn’t see the difference. Except for her enormous, bulbous clit, but she thinks hers is sexier anyway.

20 seconds. She puts her arms behind her back, feeling the bonds automatically close themselves over her wrists, locking them there until the timer she set earlier goes off and, back in control, she can let herself out. She can’t help but let out a sigh of arousal… Bondage always makes her drip.

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They don’t share memories, so just as he was once able to block out her early shenanigans, she has no idea how he’s doing. She doesn’t really even care about him, but she wants him to know how badly he fucked up. She made sure the computer screen regularly shuffles in videos from her own personal porn collection. She’s quite proud of the view-count on her self-shot gangbang series, and is currently applying to major studios to become a 24/7 porn slave… just waiting to hear back on their response to her offer. Her current favourites to show him are the public bondage she did for some old friends of his, and his pathetic mental breakdown the first time he woke up with a pussy between his legs. Watching him orgasm while staring down at his mutilated body through tear-filled eyes… Just thinking about it makes her want to ride another fat cock into girly oblivion… But there isn’t time. Perhaps tomorrow… Definitely tomorrow.

Bambi takes one last look around her, watching as the sun peeks over the horizon, giggling as the internal vibrator turns itself on and begins a long day of unrelenting pleasure… Of forcing orgasm after orgasm from her modified body… and waits for the icky boy to awaken.

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