Lord Help Me I'm Back On My Bullshit

And when I'm off-duty, am I allowed to wear clothes?

You betray your reactionary mindset, comrade. Firstly you are not volunteering, and this individualism must be corrected, through discipline if necessary; you are a resource to be best allocated. Have the factories volunteered to be nationalised? Secondly, much like the factories, you are owned by the state, not 'communally'; this is a classic error of the petite-bourgeois mindset.

Aside from the discipline and education you evidently so require, you will be assigned to a workplace in a key industry, where your presence serves as incentive to work beyond a paycheque during these lean times. If you are lucky, the workplace will be assigned multiple such workers, taking some of the burden off yourself. Of course, if you're the only one, you've got a big task to fulfil. Some of these factories employ hundreds of individuals, and shifts and breaks are staggered to as not to overwhelm the facilities.

The workers, of course, are permitted to make whatever use of your body they see fit, provided they don't cause any serious damage to state property. Curiously; it varies by industry; workers in heavy industries have a preoccupation with topping, so you can expect to be almost constantly filled in whatever holes are available. Before your shift starts, an employee will ensure that all of your holes are fully prepped, and if required apply necessary restraints (we find this helps with the nerves).

In light industries, workers often prefer bottoming (our best sociologists are looking into this); while your girldick is a boon, you will invariably be provided with at least one strap-on when your equipment inevitably fails. We have also observed a certain sadistic streak among such workers, which we fully endorse for the encouragement of group unity and workplace cohesion.

Agricultural and forestry workers, the physically strongest and roughest of the lot, are, well... The important thing to remember is that there will be a staff medic on standby, and your body can withstand a surprising amount without permanent harm. While you're still conscious, expect a lot of very rough hands on any exposed skin or flailing limbs. The rhythms of agricultural work tend to produce many more workers on break at a time, too, so best be prepared!

And when you're off-duty, comrade, we're training you for a future career in a technical industry so that you can continue to serve the people! You will arrive to lessons punctually and properly dressed, and, as you are still state property, the teachers are permitted a much wider range of disciplinary measures than usual.

Then I figured out how to make a page that dynamically loads more and more of them in as you scroll down.

Then I figured out how to unload and reload them as they come in and out of view so that the page wouldn't be laggy even once you've scrolled by a bajillion of them.

Then I made it auto scrolling. It isn't as smooth on chrome (or weirdly even move at the same speed), but I use Firefox and I've decided that means it isn't my problem.

Why did I spend a day doing it?

Good question.

But here it is!

After a couple of months of her training, I tested her. We sat on the couch watching a show. I reached into my pocket for my device.

“Click”

She instinctively reached for her bong and took a hit. I let some time pass, and then tried again.

“Click”

Without a word, she reached over, sparked up and took another hit.

“Click”

Another hit.

“Click”

Another hit.

I let her relax for a bit, letting the herb make her brain nice and stupid for me.

I could tell she was so high at this point, the perfect opportunity to see how well she had trained herself.

“Click click”

She closed her eyes and let out a quiet moan. I let her regain her composure before testing her again.

“Click click”

Another soft moan escaped her lips. Now I knew I had her under my control. Her brain belonged to me.

“Click”

Another hit from her bong, making her just a little bit dumber.

“Click click”

Her eyes rolled back as she came yet again.

Just as she finished cumming, I went again.

“Click click”

This time she was louder, almost unable to hold back, throwing her head back and moaning with pleasure.

Hmmm, I wonder just how many times I can make my pretty whore cum?

Fun fact about me: I am highly averse to the sensation of water on my skin. I am autistic and it is a sensory nightmare that I can't describe.

And in the last few years as both personal and global circumstances have worsened, my ability to tolerate it has severely declined and I became detrimentally avoidant of showers.

To the point where, my partner and I decided (I asked him and he agreed) that he would assume control of my showing habits. He would tell me when shower day would be, and he'd get in there with me, to help me through it and make sure I actually did it.

It is very much a CNC situation. I literally whimper and beg him not to make me do it. And I also have a safe word in case I really can't do it.

This system has improved my general well being dramatically. I literally just cannot force myself to endure the extraordinary discomfort.

But he can. And then he cradles my head on his chest as I whimper and occasionally actually cry during the first few minutes when my nervous system goes the most haywire.

We usually do not have sex. We're very touchy people so there is a lot of cuddling and a little groping, but that's not the central point and it very rarely ever results in any kind of prolonged sexual activities.