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I told you, you are my toy. As my toy I have a right when and how I want to play with you. Let me show you one way of how I can use you at any moment and make you a useful toy x
He had friends over to watch the game. They were discussing another friend and their dramatic relationship, and their disapproval of their friendβs choice in the difficult woman he had argued with last weekend.
βYeah. I could never imagine staying with a girl that would publicly scream at me like that, in front of my mates.β
βYeah. Itβs hard. Iβm lucky to have Bella.β
βYeah, I canβt imagine her ever arguing like that with you.β
βIβve trained her well.β
Laughs. Smiles.
βNo, really. She does everything I want. Iβll show you.β
More scoffs, some laughs. At that moment, she appeared from upstairs in her PJs, smiling politely and asking if anyone would like anything else to drink.
βNo, weβre good. Come here, sweetheart. We were just talking about you.ββ¨β¨She smiled politely. βOh?β
βYeah. Come, sit here on the couch.ββ¨β¨Everyone was staring at her. Bristled by the odd atmosphere in the room, she made her way over obediently to the couch. Her mind was already uneasy at what could possibly be going on, or what they were talking about.
βYouβre a good wife arenβt you, Bella?ββ¨β¨βI hope so!β She laughed, a little nervously, at the question.
βYou are, baby. Youβre the best.ββ¨β¨She giggled and smiled brightly. βThank you!ββ¨β¨βOf course. What do I call you?ββ¨β¨She paused for a moment. βLots of thingsβ, she said quietly, not wanting to mention every single name he had for her. βPrincess, sweetieβ¦ββ¨β¨βLots, right?ββ¨β¨βYeah. Lots.β
βAnd what do you call me?ββ¨β¨βWhat do you mean?β She let out a nervous giggle.
βYou know what Iβm asking, baby. What name do you call me? When no one else is around? Who am I, babygirl?ββ¨β¨Her eyes were wide and nervously flicking between him and the other faces staring at her. They seemed just as confused as her, butβ¦ excited? She was embarrassed, annoyed even at what she was being put through, and confused as to why he was doing this to her, in front of all of his friends.
βDaddyβ¦β she said it quietly, and then immediately looked at the floor.
βGood girl. And you do everything Daddy tells you to do. Isnβt that right?β
She stared desperately at him, trying to make him stop. Her cheeks burned. Surely he wouldnβt want to embarrass her in front of his friends? This was private. She panicked, her facial expression worried, emotions rising to the surface, thoughts going a million miles an hour.
*Snap*
She blinked. In one motion, her forehead relaxed, her mouth opened and her tongue fell out of her mouth. Her eyelids became heavy, replacing her rabbit-in-headlights expression with a vacant stare, her pupils fixed on him.
βWoah.β
βWhat?β
Murmurs of surprise from the small group watching. He smiled wide, not taking his eyes off her, admiring his work.
βAs you can see, gentlemenβ he raised his hand to gesture to his wife. βSheβs been well trained.β Her eyes followed his fingers all the way to her mouth, where she obediently began to suck on his pointer finger.
The onlookers stared between the two of them in disbelief. One shifted awkwardly in his chair.
βHow?β
βWhat?β
Silence fell around the room as the only sounds were her soft suckling. He removed his finger and her tongue fell out of her mouth once more. A huge rope of drool fell to the floor in front of her. Her eyes remained completely glued to him, unwavering. Every sign of nervousness from before, or shame of what she was doing in front of everyone, completely melted away.
βItβs simple. Iβm sure youβve heard of Pavlov and his dogs. Over time Iβve trained her to completely empty her mind, and then to follow a simple trigger, which is my click. After that she follows commands obediently.β
A scoff from the viewing gallery. βNo way. This isnβt real. Youβre both making this up.β
He smiled at him, and then turned to meet her gaze. βAss upβ
*snap*
With absolutely no hesitation and one swift movement, she turned her body around and buried her face in the couch. Her back was perfectly arched and her ass high in the air. Every crevice of her pussy was on full display through her pyjama bottoms, the two round arches of her ass pushed high into the air, her feet apart, perfectly still. Awaiting her next instruction.
βWhat the fuckβ¦β
βNo way.β
βDo you really think sheβd be doing this if she wasnβt hypnotised? Did you not see how embarrassed she was at calling me Daddy in front of you guys?β
He continued cooly while her ass still on display.
βI can show you all how to train a woman.β
βIs it easy to do?β
βItβs so easy. Especially when theyβre comfortable with you. Bella was already submissive, sheβs always been desperate to please, Her willingness was already there. I just exploited it. Itβs just training. Sheβs done very well. Sheβs a good girl. Arenβt you, Princess?β
He stuck a hand out and smacked her hard across the ass. She stuck to her position.
βSheβs my perfect little doll. Comeβ
This time, when he snapped his finger, it came with a point to the floor in front of him. She slipped off of the couch and onto her knees, gazing up at him still with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Her expression was vacant, yet eager.
βGood girl. Youβre going to show everyone just how good you are, and how hard Daddy has worked on you. And when Daddy gives you the command and snaps you out of it youβll be embarassed, but weβll all be here to give you lots of praise and encouragement for being such a good training model for us. As always. Wonβt we, guys?β
Psst. Bimbos out there. I've got a little secret for you.
Something that you can do, wherever you are or whatever you're in the middle of, to help you remind yourself how deeply controlled you are.
Follow along with me, okay? I'll teach you all about it.
First, I want you to take notice of the weight and presence of your breasts. It doesn't matter if they're big or small, tan or pale, perky or heavy. Any pair of tits will work for this little exercise.
And when I say take notice, I really mean take notice. Do your best and try to focus for me on the way that they move if you shake your shoulders, the way that your clothes or the air feel against their skin. The shape and color of your nipples, and how perky they're getting as you pour more and more focus into your tits.
Just focusing on those pretty titties for me, ladies.
Not having to think about anything else, just your own unique and beautiful boobs.
Now we'll take it a step further, okay? I want you to reach your hands up to your chest and give your breasts a big slow squeeze. Really focus on how they feel in your hands. Are they a comfy handful, or are they spilling out of your grip? How soft is the skin? How warm do they feel to the touch?
And just massage them for me. Slow, methodical, finding a rhythm.
Continue following on. I know it's a lot of reading, I know that thinking might be getting tougher as you focus more and more on your perfect tits. You're doing so well, honey. So good for me.
As you squish and squeeze, let your breathing slow. Let your eyes start to glaze over certain words of mine, soft and unfocused. You don't need to think too hard. You don't need every word. Just focus on the pretty pink ones. You have these tits of yours to play with.
Just letting yourself get lost in the comforting softness, the weight of them in your hands. Those teasing movements becoming more and more automatic. Less thinking needed. You have your tits. You don't need to think.
You have your tits.
You don't need to think.
That's how our little secret is going to work, honey. See, whenever you get a little too overwhelmed, whenever you feel like you need to just turn your mind off, you have your own built-in stress balls right here.
Give your tits a squeeze, and it's shocking how easily those thoughts come to a halt.
Give your boobs a bounce, and isn't it easy to forget what was bothering you in the first place?
Give those pretty titties attention and focus, and you'll find yourself forgetting all about your thoughts...
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Being manipulated is not a bad thing. I just means your Owner is shaping your thoughts and behavior to be more good girl appropriate. You should be thankful for that.
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You were doing so well, too. Concentrating on whatever it was you were doing before. Probably something important. Maybe? Not sure now.
Because you're thinking about cock.
What could you do with a cock right this second? Or, better, what could a cock do with you? How useful could you be for cock? That's what you're thinking about.
Again.
You could be on your knees. It's always safer down there. Use your hands, your mouth. Both? Lots of cocks. Yes, lots. Maybe there'd be a queue. A queue would mean you were being good, being useful.
You'd want a queue.
Bent over? Maybe there's a desk or something nearby. Kitchen counter? Perfect height. Pushed forward, held down. A hand on the back of your neck, the other on your hip as you push back. Perfect, yes. So many things you could be bent over. You notice them a lot.
Or, you will now.
Legs apart and on your back would also work. Legs pushed wide and held there. Good for him, good for you. Good thing you're flexible, hmm? And that way he'd get to see your cute face everytime he bottomed out. Yes, that's a good one. And he'd also get to see the look in your eyes when he came and emptied his balls into your needy little cunt.
It'd leak out, after. Unless he plugged you up and kept it in. Wouldn't be up to you. You're just there to be useful and to be used, and there are so many ways a cock could use you.
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Imagine waking up and feeling the unexpected sensation of headphones tight on your ears.
You don't know how they got there, you certainly didn't fall asleep with them on. You start to reach up to pull them off but something stops you, the audio playing through them. It's a mixture of white noise, a metronome clicking back and forth, and a soft, comforting voice.
The voice is reminding you how nice it was to be asleep just a moment ago. The voice offers you that same relaxation and bliss. You know something strange is going on, someone put these headphones on you but the soft offer and rhythmic clicking convinces you to leave them on for just a moment, just to see where this is going.
The soft voice continues, reminding you that you know exactly what it feels like to feel fuzzy and dumbed down. It reminds you how nice it is. Click, click, click, in the background. Fuzzy and dumb and heavy.
Click, click, click.
You know that if you really wanted to you could reach up and pull off these headphones but for some reason your arms won't move.
Click, click, click.
They feel as if they weigh a thousand pounds. It feels too good to move them, the offer is too enticing. The offer of Fuzziness, dumbing you down, making you heavy and empty.
Click, click, click.
The voice continues leading you down and before you know it your eyes have closed and there is nothing but the sounds from those headphones. Everything goes black.
Click, click, click.
Your eyes open and you look at your clock, hours have passed since you originally woke up. You reach to touch the headphones but they are gone. No trace of them at all. You might even just think it was a very pleasant dream.
You get up and go about your day like normal. It isn't until you get dressed that you realize the figure standing in your room now. A familiar figure, a trusted figure for either obvious reasons or for a reason you can't quite grasp. You open your mouth to speak but before a word can escape the figure presses the clicker in their hand and your jaw drops limply open, your thoughts fade away as your free will and intelligence vanish. They hold