dumbsuckdoll

I'm 28, female (she/her/it/that) from Texas, but I'm stranded in upper Midwest USA.

My favorite kinks are bondage, edging/denial, cock worship, slut training, conditioning, humiliation, degradation, objectification, bimbofication, exhibitionism, latex, gaslighting, hypnosis, mind control, DDlg, cumplay, and probably a few I missed.

I'm really here on Tumblr due to extreme mind control and hypnosis kink, and few of the others, too. When I was in high school I discovered the Erotic Mind Control Stories Archive (EMCSA if you wondered where @jukeboxemcsa got the otger half of his name from) aka www.mcstories.com and a few from www.literotica.com as well.

Every time I chat with friends that I share hypnokink with, we end up trading our favorite stories. So, I thought I would start sharing some of my favorites with you guys. If you like them, check out those authors' other works. If you enjoy sharing, reblog with your own favorites. It could be like the brainwashing book club of tumblr.

I have written a couple of my own stories, but I don't claim that they are nearly as good as the others on my favorites list.

https://www.literotica.com/s/strange-love-5

https://www.mcstories.com/WiFiDoll/WiFiDoll.html

This will act as a table of contents for the book club as we add to the list. I'm making this up as I go.

https://mcstories.com/SweetTalk/

Well, top of my list is called "Sweet Talk" by InYourDreams. It's a multi-chapter story that's like the best of the "fan writes to author and gets brainwashed into a slut" genre. It more than reminded me of "Fan Mail" by Covert Hypnotist, but all his stuff got erased from the web. Either InYourDreams was a fan who wanted to preserve the story, or was secretly C.H. himself, I have no idea. But the inductions are good, and the story takes until chapter 2 before it gets steamy. I loved it, it was one of the first hypno stories I ever read. Let me know if you liked it too.

Https://mcstories.com/SweetTalk/

At first it was called “Kelly” but that name wasn’t right.

It got called dolly, and poppet, and k, and cumrag, and cocksocket, and suckdoll.

It’s usually called stupid, and dumb, and slutty and worthless, too.

But all of the cute names, are still to close to actually being names. And this worthless set of holes doesn’t deserve to have a name.

Numbers fit better.

zero.

0, or o, for short, called “oh”, in text, it even responds to { }, or null.

zero is its value, its iq, its orgasms, its self-respect, its self-esteem (it doesn’t have a self, really), its accomplishments.

if you asked o its name, in public, it shouldn’t answer verbally, it should just open its mouth, and make an o. maybe you would push its head down, where that o belongs.

o is empty, it is an empty place, and it needs filling, and it needs filling often, as much as possible. it needs constant reminding of its zero status, its zero orgasms, its zero inches of cock that should be showing sticking out of its mouth (that’s shaped like an o)

its a big step for o, because you can’t go any lower than zero. and o doesn’t need to be more than zero. it isn’t mean to remind o of what it is, o is simple, and forgets things, o has an empty head.

And zero has no value, and it helps o to be reminded of facts, and truths, because facts and truths don’t change.

o wants to thank all of the nice blogs that helped o to learn that all those silly names didn’t fit o, they weren’t right for o. No more “kelly”

“An empty mind only has room for cock,” Claire repeated as she stared into her webcam. She had lost count of how many times she said it, but that didn’t bother her anymore. She was sitting up, with her back arched, and her small breasts exposed, her legs wide apart, wearing nothing but her simple black leather collar, with a thick stainless steel O ring in the middle, and her wireless earbuds.

He spoke through her earbuds, as his words and images flashed on the screen in front of her. “Very good, doll, keep repeating, and just sink and relax, knowing you don’t have to worry about trying to cum anymore. You will cum when I allow you to.”

Claire, the blonde doll, moaned and obeyed, while her Wi-Fi vibrator continued to buzz away deep inside her, as she drooled a little down her chin, her eyes wide, but unfocused. This had been her daily routine now, for some time. It had started off as just an appreciative fan contacting her favorite erotica author; he specialized in mind control stories, of submission and humiliation. Claire’s favorites usually ended in the victims losing control of every aspect of their lives and becoming toys for their owner.

The author and Claire had corresponded for the past few months after she had read all of his erotic stories and couldn’t get enough. He wrote a story every week or two, but once she had read everything he had ever written, including others that were on harder to find websites, she was too impatient to wait for more. She had written him an email explaining her predicament, and one impulsive selfie later, they were e-mailing regularly and that led to chatting.

The chats they had together weren’t always about sex, submission and the mind control that he always wrote about. He knew all of Claire’s details; how she had recently graduated from college and landed her “dream job” at the Museum of Fine Art, but had been so bored and disillusioned with the job, her lack of relationships, and her empty apartment.

That apartment was like a metaphor for her life, he had explained to Claire. Empty because she had never found the time to fill it with personal details. Desirable because of the location and the superficial design of the structure, but still empty and unfulfilling.

He had asked Claire if she was unhappy with her current situation, and when she admitted the truth, he offered his guidance to help her find what she was looking for. She agreed, and he told her that he would teach her how to practice emptying her mind for him, and that would be her first step.

That was months ago. “An empty mind only has room for cock,” the blonde doll continued to repeat as she sat spread wide in her chair, her cunny leaking around the movements of the vibrator under his control, while he watched her through the webcam. She had no idea how long this session had been, and she was long past caring.

“Good doll,” her trainer briefly complimented her; she could hear the smile on his lips and she responded with a powerful, screaming, mind shattering, body wracking orgasm as he watched. “You’re ready for the next phase.” She wiped the drool away from her mouth and saw he had already logged off. An e-mail was already in her inbox explaining simple instructions.

Claire closed her email and squealed in excitement. “I can’t believe it!” she thought to herself. “He’s sending me a brand new VR visor!” Claire spun in her desk chair, alone in her apartment.

Claire loved when he sent her presents. Her Wi-Fi connected vibrator was amazing. She had initially loved being able to set patterns to edge to while reading his stories, but after a long session with him, she understood it was easier for him to have complete control of it without her selfish hands interfering with it. He knew how impulsive she was, and with her lack of self control, there would be a chance of an unsupervised orgasm. They agreed it wasn’t worth the risk. Once she had learned true self control, he explained, they could discuss new arrangements.

The next week flew by in a blur. They chatted regularly, through text and video chats, and her social life continued to slowly evaporate. She had no spare time anymore; her trainer didn’t demand all of her free time, but the way her leaking cunny responded to his training did. Claire was grateful he was willing to spend so much time on training her.

One of her favorite sessions involved a thick ring gag that sat firmly in the back of her mouth, the solid metal ring forcing her small mouth open wider than was comfortable for her. The leather straps crossed her cheeks and up between her eyes and met at the back of her skull. It locked with another of his Smart Locks that only he could unlock.

He had instructed her to wear her collar and earbuds again, and this time to wear her hair in pigtails. The gag’s strap slid right between her adorable handles, as he called them (which made her blush) and along with his heavy lock, they swayed a little as she moved her head.

The suction cup dildo stood on her small coffee table where her webcam had been angled for the perfect view. She stared up at It and with his words in her ear she moved on to the next phase of her training. He encouraged her to relax her throat, and relax her mind, as she bobbed and drooled onto the toy cock. This would become her new meditation, he explained. Her Wi-Fi vibrator hummed along to his controls and she clenched in anticipation of being able to prove herself a fast learner. Her pigtails swayed and the lock thumped against the back of her hollow head.

There was a box inside her apartment when she arrived home the next day. Early on, he has convinced her to change her lock on her door to a Smart Lock, so his presents would arrive safely and with her privacy in mind. With all of the gifts that he showered her with, how could she have refused? Even the concept of refusal seemed difficult at this point.

Claire opened the box and followed the instructions and connected it to her computer. After it installed and it was added to her network, she messaged him so he could put in his special updates for her. She was so excited and impatient to get started, but he has a few more webcams to install around her apartment, for her safety, so she busier herself with his tasks.

Once she finished hooking the new cameras up to the network, she almost wondered when she learned the IT skills to complete these tasks. Her education was singularly focused on the arts, and not even modern graphic arts. She hasn’t even really done more than glance at the instructions that were sent with her new gifts. She had been somewhat daydreaming while she completed her tasks, thinking about what her next session would be like, and she noticed her cunny was already wet in anticipation.

The moment of self reflection was fleeting though, once she became aware of her arousal. The Wi-Fi vibe (that had at some point, she wasn’t sure when, become part of her daily wear) buzzed to life and her trainer’s voice sounded in her ear. Sometimes he was so subtle that his words just slid through her mind effortlessly and she didn’t notice she was obeying until halfway through with his suggestions.

“You’re ready, doll,” he said. And the doll was ready. The naked doll put on its gag and lock and collar, put on the new headset and knelt in front of the newest, biggest dildo mounted on the blank, white wall in view of the new cameras.

There wasn’t any conscious activity in the doll’s head, and as the VR headset came to life, images of spirals and colorful shapes danced into view, words of submission and mindlessness flashed across blank, glassy eyes. A small pink tongue extended out through the metal ring of the gag, and drool slowly formed on its tip.

“Down.” The word sounded into the empty cavern of the doll’s mind. And the doll’s head slid down over the thick, exaggeratedly large rubber cock, it’s drool spilling out along its length and pooling at the base. “Up and down, slow rhythm,” the voice inside the doll’s head echoed, and the head bobbed, oblivious of ever having a gag reflex.

But hey. I'm here.

or: How I learned to stop worrying and love to suck cock

**Disclaimer: All characters in this story are over the age of 18, and no minors are involved in any way**

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Some friends have asked me about the path that led me here, and other than drowning my mind in erotic fiction and online porn, the biggest influence was my kinky-as-fuck boyfriend when I had just turned 18.

Mark was a little older than me, and we met when we went to high school together in the outskirts of Austin. He had just graduated and I was a senior; he was into punk music and metal and loud angry stuff and I was going into a gothy phase, wearing black clothes and generally being a girl that typical Texas 18 year old girls avoided. So by the time Mark and I started hanging out, I didn't have very many close friends and almost no experience in sex.

I was a virgin when we met, and barely knew how to deal with my own feelings of horniness and boys and my own body.

I was always skinny, and not very gifted in the breast area, and in Texas, big boobs are part of the culture as much as beer, guns and football. I didn't really have anything that Texas guys liked.

Mark was a dark, brooding guy and teenage me just wanted to impress him and be liked. So we would hang out in his parents' guest house a lot and listen to music and make out and smoke weed. It wasn't long before he started rubbing me inside my pants, or under my skirt.

I had played with myself before but Mark was way better. Plus, he knew the right words to say that made me melt, drip and explode. I didn't know what he was doing at the time, but I'm sure it would have looked obvious to anyone with half a brain. Mark did a pretty good job of preventing me from thinking too much about anything.

At first it was just like playful filthiness; what we wanted to do to each other while he teased my pussy with his hands. He let me know it was easier when I wore my little goth skirts and I pretty much stuck to that for most of the time we were together.

I call him my boyfriend but if you had asked him I'm not sure if he would have called me his girlfriend. Sometimes I wonder what he said about me when I wasn't there; how much dirtier it was than the stuff he whispered in my ear while he rubbed my clit until my brains dropped out.

After he got me used to getting the most amazing orgasms at his hand, he started moving the boundaries a little further out. He started talking about my mouth on his cock. We had talked about it while making out and watching movies and stuff before, but now it was about what a little slut he wanted me to be for him. How much of a good girl I wanted to be for him.

Before I knew it I had lost control over my own orgasms. I could cum on my own, and I did, but usually it was the thoughts Mark put in my head that would push me over the edge. I can remember nights where I laid in bed trying to fantasize about the sweet sexy things I had imagined before I started becoming slutty, and not being able to get off until I pictured his whispered commands and my eager obedience.

He edged my dripping cunny until I begged him to let me suck his cock. It has taken maybe 6 months from when we started dating , from me being a naïve innocent virgin to being a slut on my knees learning to suck cock by his instructions.

He would still bring me to the edge of orgasm, or have me touch myself or use a toy while I worshipped his cock, but making me hold out until he came in my mouth before letting me climax. And they were intense! I had nothing to compare them to, but in my mind they were the best feelings I had ever felt before. And Mark mixed them with these new feelings of submission, obedience, and my inadequacies of my small tits and low self esteem.

I loved sucking his cock. He really made me feel like he was doing it for me, that sucking cock was my reward for being a good slut. I was getting addicted to all of it too; the edging, the kneeling, dressing slutty, the things he would say to me while I sucked or touched myself. I thought it was all fun and sexy games. Mark had plans for me though.

I don't know if he got bored with me and my little blonde head bobbing in his lap, or if this was his plan all along, but after a few months of me perfecting my oral technique, he started telling me about his fantasy of watching me suck the cock of one of his friends.

He stopped letting me cum while I blew him unless he was talking about sharing my mouth. Having me edge myself while I begged for him to let me suck Ben. Over and over we played this game until it just seemed like the hottest thing I had ever heard of. I was usually so shy, but the idea of showing off to Mark all the things he had taught me, dressing like the little slut he had taught me to be, moaning around a cock that wasn't my boyfriend's, hearing him tell me how to do it, not to think, just suck?

I begged him, loudly and clearly, to let me suck Ben's cock. And then Ben walked in from the next room. He had heard the whole thing.

And they let me suck Ben's cock.

I was just in cock lust. I crawled in between Ben's legs, kneeling there topless the way Mark liked me, and I lowered my head down and just sucked and licked and slurped as noisily and messily as I could. I had to show off for Mark. I had to make him proud. I had to deep throat Ben's cock.

I had really been working hard on my deep throat technique and Mark was bigger and thicker than Ben. I finally slid my mouth all the way down to the base of Ben's cock and I can still here Mark's words:

"There she is."

Like he just noticed me. Like I was suddenly visible. Like I had just appeared. I was incredibly turned on, I just kept slowly bobbing my head all the way up and all the way down. Losing myself in it.

As I pushed all the way down again, I heard Mark again:

"You like it down there, don't you honey?"

I paused, Ben's cock deep in my throat.

He didn't really give me a chance to think, or do anything different. He said, "Nod your head, honey. Nod your head and show me how much you like it down there."

And I nodded my head, just like he told me to. But I didn't have to nod my head as much as I did. I nodded a lot, as much as I could with a cock in my throat.

After that first time, it wasn't hard for Mark to talk me into sucking cock for the rest of his friends. I had thought of myself as his girlfriend before that, but now it was pretty clear we were something different. I didn't know a lot about BDSM and he never called me a slave or anything formal, but I knew I was submissive from then on, and I wasn't ever going to be the same again.

Not much after that he joined the military and I never saw him again. I still would suck cock for Ben or some of Mark's other friends after that but it really wasn't the same.

I got hooked on reading an erotic mind control story archive and other erotic story websites while in college and kept my kink alive. I ended up dropping out; the plans I had for my future as a human person with hopes and dreams and a family always felt hollow like I was following someone else's dream, not my own.