FemSlutStuff

Pt 1 here: https://www.tumblr.com/alexisdoll/715504938692853760/sea-marionette-part-1-it-came-from-the-deep?source=share “Excuse me,” The approaching woman said with an already indignant tone. It was as if my failure to acknowledge her – and I couldn’t, as I wasn’t even in control of my own body at that moment – was an offense in and of itself.

I managed to glance her way without having to turn my head. She had hands on her hips and if I wasn’t panicking over a million different things I would have laughed at how stereotypically ‘Karen’ she seemed.

“This is a family friendly beach,” she said, motioning to the stretch of sand behind her, “So you’re going to have to put all of that away, okay?”

This was what I had wanted, wasn’t it? An opportunity for someone to see I was in trouble. That there was some sort of jellyfish or jellyfish-like creature puppeting me from behind and another of its kind currently working its way into the crevices of my vagina.

I centered myself, hoping I might be able to muster up the strength to overcome the control of the Marionette Jellyfish, if only for a moment. I might only have one chance.

“Hello!? I’m taling to you!” She said, growing louder as her patience grew shorter, “Do you even speak english? This isn’t one of your European beaches! You need to put your top on, now!”

The puppeteer seemed to finally notice her in that moment. It had me turn slightly to face her, my back still mostly facing the ocean. I suddenly felt an odd attraction to her. It wasn’t sexual. I mean, she wasn’t bad looking, but women, especially haughty older women with bad attitudes, weren’t really my type. No, this was more a desire to be near her. A desire to have her close to me.

And yet I still couldn’t – didn’t want to – move. It seemed paradoxical, but that meant I wanted her to move closer. She took a step forward and raised her sunglasses to get a better look at me, and I felt a rush of pleasure. Her feet were almost to the water. Yesss, soon she would be closer and I could… I could try to scream for her to help. That’s what I wanted, right?

Wait, the Marionettes wanted her to come closer too, but that would mean they might be discovered. Unless, there was some other reason they wanted her to– I saw a shallow wave splash around her feet and my stomach dropped.

“Are you on drugs!?” she nearly screeched. I opened my mouth blankly in response and felt a bit of drool pooling at the corner of my lip. That seemed to give her all the confirmation she needed, “Oh my gawd I can’t believe it! This town is going to hell! What are you on? Weed? X? Fentanyl? Shrooms? Hmm?”

She took another step closer and examined my face as if to get a better idea of what I was on. She was now almost ankle deep in the water. Perfect. No wait– I had to warn her. I tried to yell ‘stop’ but all I could muster was a choked “Sssstt”. A spike of pain down my spine broke any concentration I had. It didn’t like that.

She looked down, getting a clearer look at me below the waist as I stood motionlessly in the ebbing water, “And you’re *completely* naked! Why am I not surprised? You know, maybe I should call the cops on you. Maybe a public nudity charge would teach you a lesson.”

She pulled out her phone and punched in two out of the three digits that would summon the authorities. Surely a cop or EMT would be able to figure out something was wrong here. She looked up at me through her downturned sunglasses and raised an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you going to beg me not to turn you in?” She said, bewilderment breaking her earlier blustery tone. Clearly this was not the reaction she was expecting. She must have gotten off on wielding her imagined authority. I almost wanted to psychoanalyze what that meant about her sex life, but I just kept circling back to how I wanted her to come closer. It would be really nice if she just got a little further into the water. Maybe if she got within arms reach I could pull her over to me.

“Are you even listening to me?” she said and stepped forward to within a few feet of my face, ready to unleash a tirade on me. Yes! She was right where we wanted her. I wanted to smile, but my lips remained flat and emotionless. In a heartbeat I felt something brush past my leg in the water, then saw her eyes grow wide as she opened her mouth for a scream that wouldn’t come. Her phone fell into the water with a plop.

I felt so turned on seeing her like that, and in the next moment I felt a flush of shame at extracting any pleasure from her misfortune, even if she might deserve it. This was all so confusing, I couldn’t tell where the creatures’ influence ended and began.

All I did know is that she was helpless like that. I needed to help her. That felt good. That felt right. I stepped toward the paralyzed woman. At least I think it was me that made it happen. I reached out to catch her as her legs buckled, the short term paralysis seeming to wear off. I had to get her deeper into the water. That would make everything easier.

The woman was a little shorter than me but a lot more curvy so it took all of my strength to slowly ease her down into the water by my feet. I kept my arms under her armpits so I could help keep her head above water as the waves rolled past us.

Just as she was starting to come to, I saw another Marionette Jelly crawling up her arm. It moved so much faster in the water, and before I knew it, it had fastened itself to the back of her neck. Thin tentacles probed up the back of her neck, down her spine, and up her arms. The tips disappeared below the skin and I felt unsettled realizing the exact same thing must be what happened to me.

The takeover complete, I let her go and watched as she clumsily tried to pull her bathing suit down. The expression on her face betrayed nothing, but I thought I could see in her eyes she wasn’t in control.

My revulsion at what I had witnessed, my scientific curiosity, and panic at my predicament all wrestled about in my mind. Instead, a new set of thoughts and feelings bubbled forth. Feelings I knew weren’t my own, and yet I couldn’t ignore.

The jellyfish seemed to realize now she was female like me. She had certain parts like me. That was good. That was important. Another Jellyfish circled around her and I understood what I had to do.

I reached out and began to strip her more deftly than the jellyfish could manage on their own, especially if she was fighting it. It was better when I helped. I felt so good helping.

I slid the garment off of her and tossed it away into the water. Her pussy looked so inviting. That was odd, I never thought I was into–

The circling jellyfish pressed itself against my hand like a cat demanding pets. Without thinking about it, I gingerly cupped the jellyfish in my hands and held it up to her sex. It rammed itself against her labia but didn’t seem to have enough force to push its way in. She wasn’t crouched invitingly like me, after all.

It needed to go inside her. I had to help. Slowly I began fingering around her labia and clit, trying to ease the creature in. She started to gasp in arousal, a blank expression still across her face. Eventually, it was able to slip all the way inside, and I saw the tendrils slowly slither in behind until there was no sign of the marine creature inhabiting her vagina.

I felt intense pleasure at having completed my task. My pussy buzzed with elation. If I was in complete control of my body, my legs would have buckled, but instead, I panted with bliss as a silent orgasm washed over me. Afterward, I stood up from my crouch, and a moment later the karen did the same. We stood in the water and faced the shore.

I felt no more instructions coming my way, but I could tell the one jellyfish in my vagina was doing something, although I had no idea what. It almost felt like it was reorienting itself to match my vaginal canal. It then expanded and contracted in pulses, but for what purpose I had no idea. I did start to feel somewhat bloated.

I lost track of time. It felt like hours had gone by standing there, getting the occasional creepy stares and even not so subtle photos taken as I got an amazing tan. It was nice to not have to worry about bikini tan lines. Still, it was getting late and I hadn’t eaten all day.

Slime that you can barely damage with your attacks and slowly degrades any gear it touches, slowly destroying your sword and shield, then your armour and undergarments, and eventually degrading all your physical stats, turning your warriors muscles into soft, gentle curves, not even leaving you the lean muscled dexterity you need to run away, making you nice and easy for it to slip inside, degrading your mind as it soaks into your brain through your ears.

A gorgon who you try to fight, swinging wildly as you try to keep your eyes closed, even as her beautiful voice calls to you, tempts you, and slowly charms you, occasionally getting the better of you and making you open your eyes for just a split second, each time her beautiful eyes are all you can see and the petrification spreads a little further as she coils around you and thrusts her twin girl cocks into you, your weapon having long since fallen from your stone fingers.

A towering clay golem that is too tough for you to damage, that slowly breaks through your defences and leaves you unarmed and unarmoured, helpless to resist as it opens its chest to reveal a large, empty, human-shaped, compartment that it shoves you into. As it closes back up, its crystalline core sits directly in front of your eyes, the pretty colours inside reminding you that you're a good, obedient golem and that your job is to protect this fortress for your Queen, meanwhile its thick mana exciter slowly pushes into you and turns you into a drippy mess so the magic extractor pressed to your stomach can easily draw out all the power it needs so you can do your duty.

I shuffled into the cafeteria after an agonizingly long day of pouring through marketing statistics and business analytics on a measly three hours of sleep. I probably looked an absolute mess in baggy clothes, but I didn’t really have time to worry about how my hair looked or putting on any makeup or anything like that with finals looming. 

The monotony of the campus made it easy to turn off my brain and shuffle through the motions without any distractions, and the cafe was no exception. That is of course, until something completely unexpected happens, like a peculiar display booth sitting just inside the cafeteria entrance.

The black and purple sign in front read “MindStorm Energy Drink” with a picture of a brain with purple lightning bolts coming from it. Here we go. I thought. Another energy drink being introduced to the over-saturated market… identical to all the hundreds of others.

I walked toward the display to get a better look. All of these energy drink brands had their own unique gimmick to try to sell you virtually the same product with a few minor changes. Red Bull had their extreme sports and quirky commercials, Monster had their sponsorship deals, etc etc. It seemed MindStorm was leaning into the fact that their beverage was basically a concoction of chemicals by advertising their product was “scientifically engineered to increase your focus and drive” as the display explained. 

Staffing the booth were three models, a man and two women. The man was wearing a white lab coat, but his clothes underneath matched MindStorm’s purple and black scheme. He was almost certainly not a real scientist, since he looked far too attractive and well groomed to be obsessing over meticulous experiments on a day to day basis. 

The womens’ attire were far more blatantly and uniformly branded with the MindStorm logo and colors. They wore exceedingly tight black and purple latex miniskirts and a matching high collared tops that showed their midriffs. Purple lipstick and eye shadow completed the look. A purple MindStorm logo was high on their chest so as not to detract from their “assets” that were drawing desperate male college students to the booth. 

I rolled my eyes. The whole “booth babe” concept was objectifying as hell, but one of the truths of marketing is that sex sells. Judging by the number of guys either coming up to the booth or sitting down in view of the booth so they could creepily stare while they ate, MindStorm knew their target audience well. 

Since most of the male patrons were swarmed around the poor girls who were probably being paid way too little to get ogled, the “scientist” was free to try to sell to me instead. As I approached he flashed me a cute smile and sized me up as a potential customer. I probably would have tried flirting with him if my brain wasn’t already overloaded from studying. Nevertheless, I asked about the product and he gave me the rehearsed explanation of how MindStorm was supposed to enhance my brain chemistry and give me the focus and drive to power through the day. It sounded like just what the doctor ordered. 

At $5 for a tall can, I scoffed. Startup costs aside, there was no way they were going to be able to compete on the market trying to sell that high. When I told him as much he doubled down on their science gimmick and tried to explain their R&D costs for perfecting this product that was “no mere energy drink” or so he claimed. I didn’t have the energy to debate the finer points of economics, so I started to leave, but he quickly added:

“We also give free samples.”

That got my attention. I needed something to stay awake and focused for the rest of the evening, so I wasn’t going to turn down a free energy drink. He went on to explain all I had to do was take a quick survey afterwards to “rate” my drinking experience. Of course there was a catch, but as far as catches go, this one seemed pretty harmless. 

I agreed, and he handed me two forms: one before and one after drinking, he explained. The first form had a wordy disclaimer at the top about how the survey would be anonymous and they’d protect my private information blahblah blah. I signed the disclaimer, filled in my demographic information, and answered some questions trying to get a baseline of how I felt at the moment. 

After I finished, the scientist pulled out an ice cold 8 ounce can of MindStorm from their cooler and popped it open with a satisfying hiss of carbonation. I took the drink and tried my first sip. It tasted good. Really good. I drank some more, so fast that I sighed with satisfaction. That seemed to please him as he grinned again with a devious twinkle in his blue eyes. 

I hadn’t noticed his eyes before. Everything around me seemed sharper and more vibrant. I felt an electrifying tingle all up and down my skin. The brand name couldn’t have been more apt. I absently gulped down the rest of the too-small can of MindStorm as I filled out the survey. My responses flowed easily from my mind to the paper as I could feel all of my synapses firing like I was fully rested. Better even. 

When I finished I handed him the form, thanked him for the drink and got ready to leave. 

“One more thing,” he added, pulling out a business card, “I see from the form you’re studying business and marketing, and it’s clear you have the focus and drive that our company is looking for. The MindStorm team would love to have someone with your assets on board. My number and email are on there, and if you’d like to join us, just get in touch with me.”

Before he handed it over he scrawled something on the back of the purple card. I took it and when I was far enough away I examined the card. “Dr Kevin Shaw MSd., MindStorm Research and Marketing”. I was probably closer to having a doctorate in economics than this guy was to being a doctor of anything. 

I turned the card over. A phone number. Of course. The one on the card was probably just his work phone. Real smooth of him, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought keeping the card was a good idea. Sure the business was doomed to fail eventually but in the meantime if I went out with him maybe he could hook me up with some free or discounted MindStorm to get me through the rest of finals. 

That evening I sailed through my study sessions, though my mind gradually started to wander to my encounter with “Dr.” Shaw and his product. I absently flipped his card over and over in my hand as I thought back to his charming smile and his offers, both professional and personal. The personal offer intrigued me more, and I started to imagine what a date with him might be like, and more specifically how it might end, with me clutching bedsheets tightly as he thrusted his cock deeply into me over and over and…

Oh my god!

My hand had slipped into my yoga pants at some point. I looked around, face red with embarrassment. Thankfully the library was almost deserted this late at night. What was I thinking? This wasn’t like me at all!

I had to focus. Focus… Drive… the two things MindStorm was supposed to give you. The drink must have worn off because I wasn’t focused on my studies at all anymore. I tried to get back into it, but my mind was still fixated on sex. Everyone I saw that night immediately became the fixation of my extremely vivid sexual fantasies. Man, woman, attractive, or ugly, I couldn’t think of anything else but fucking or sucking anyone I met. It all became too much and I rushed to the bathroom to just get out of this nightmare.

As I burst into the dim restroom I tried to find a stall to hide in. It seemed my fantasies had followed me as I could still hear the sounds of rough and passionate sex echoing through the bathroom. Echoing. The sound was coming from the bathroom!

Curiosity got the better of me and I found the stall where the moans and grunts were coming from. I quietly opened the stall door to see one of the latex clad MindStorm models, still in her outfit but with her skirt hiked up as she rode some random frat boy right here in the girl’s room. I staggered back with a mix of revulsion and enticement, and they noticed me but didn’t stop. Seeing me catch them must have given them enough thrill to finish because he came in her with a flurry of final thrusts and she moaned with satisfaction in the same moment. 

“What… what the hell..” was all I could manage to say. 

“You want it too,” the model purred, “I can tell.”

I shook my head in a feeble attempt to disagree, but as she got up and turned toward me I couldn’t help but feel attracted to her. I’d never liked girls before but the way the latex hugged her body I couldn’t help but stare as she approached. She embraced me in a kiss that caught me off guard even though I knew it was coming. I felt a small surge of that same electric tingle and sweet taste from the MindStorm when she kissed me. Her hands worked their way under my hoodie and she managed to get it up over my head. I was too horny to protest as she gently pressed me against the cold bathroom wall and kissed her way down my neck and between my breasts, a shock of energy following each kiss as she worked my yoga pants off and knelt in front of me. 

As she began licking I gasped with pleasure. I noticed the frat boy had his phone out filming us, but I didn’t care. The intense sensation I felt as she ate me out felt amplified somehow, as did all of my other senses. It didn’t take long for her to bring me to orgasm, after which I slid exhausedly down the wall into a seated position in front of her. 

The MindStorm model leaned forward and gently took my face into her hands, keeping me from looking away from her intense green eyes. 

“Focus” she said, her words echoing into the recesses of my mind. 

“What…”

“Focus on these words. They will Drive your thoughts and actions. You will listen, and you will learn, and you will obey. Do you understand?”

I nodded sheepishly, my eyes still locked on hers. 

“Focus: You love MindStorm. It is a great product. You crave it like a drug. You want more of it and you will do anything to get more.”

That was true. I did love MindStorm, and I did want more. 

“Focus: You will drink MindStorm daily. You will tell others how great it is, and you will buy MindStorm merch to rep it. You will follow MindStorm on social media and share our posts.”

I nodded affirmation after each statement. It felt so natural to Focus on her words and let them Drive me. She kissed me one more time, and my lips begged for more when she pulled away. 

“Drive: Get dressed. Go home and go to bed now. Wake up tomorrow remembering nothing of this encounter. You will be just another satisfied MindStorm customer.”

I stood absently and picked my clothes off of the grungy bathroom tile. I put everything on and headed back to my dorm where my roommate was passed out at her desk, laptop open to a half finished dissertation paper. Without disturbing her I went to sleep.

The next morning I woke up late for class with what felt like the worst hangover in history. I didn’t have time to shower, just to throw on a new set of baggy clothes and hope everyone else was too busy with finals to care how gross I looked. No such luck as I drew curious stares and snickers on my way to class. I found out why when I slipped into the bathroom and found smudges of purple on my lips and neck. I didn’t have any idea where they came from, only fleeting glimpses of some very hot dream about one of the girls from the MindStorm booth. My head was so murky and it was so hard to Focus. It had been so long since I’d had a taste of that wonderful drink. If I was going to get through finals week, I was going to need a lot more MindStorm. 

A Mistress Love inspired story by Her toy

This is a follow up to Encased by Love, you don’t need to read it before this one but it will set up this story.

Mistress Love smiled to Herself as She heard Her latest project repeating the mantra She had given him. Obedience is Pleasure, Pleasure is Obedience. This was not how She thought this day would go. She had woken up to a glorious late spring morning. She would have loved to blow the day off and go picnic at Her favorite spot by the river. Per the lease agreement, all the shops in the market district had to be open at least until noon. She was hoping it would be slow enough to close early and still have an afternoon picnic. Considering the way the day was shaping up, there was a good chance of the day being slow as most people liked to take advantage of days like this. When She saw him transfixed at Her shop window She knew it was going to be a Good day. If he was so enthralled by the pieces She had displayed in the window, She knew he would be Hers once She got him in back. Now here She was heading home to take things to the next level.

As She pulled into the garage She told him to grab the bags and follow Her. She led him downstairs to Her Pleasure Dungeon. Once there She ordered him to set the bags down by the king sized bed and remove the latex he was wearing. Once he was stripped She led him over to the bathing area. She handed him a glass and told him to drink the entire drink. The drink would flush his system so that there would be no difficulty with the various sized Ass plugs She would be inserting over the next several hours. After about 20 minutes his system was void and She led him to a bidet that was designed to give his Ass a good cleaning. Once that was done She handed him two bottles. She told him to shower. He was to use the body wash from the neck down and to make sure he used it on his face but not on his eyes or eyebrows. He was to also make sure he washed all around his cock. She told him there was a back brush in the shower filled with the body wash for the parts of his back he could not reach. He was to make sure he washed every inch. The other bottle was shampoo and he was to fully lather up and leave the shampoo in for 10 minutes.

As he walked into the shower She smiled. What he did not know was that the body wash would not only clean him but remove all his body hair and make every inch of his skin very sensitive. The shampoo had a special ingredient in it that was similar to THC and would soften up his brain making him even more suggestible than he already was. The “high” would last for 12 hours. By the end of the 12 hours he would be forever Hers. As he was preparing his body and mind for the coming evening, She started removing the items She had brought from Her shop and placing them on the bed. Several of the items She had designed Herself. Fortunately for Mistress Love, She had found a company that could manufacture Her designs. She paid them handsomely so as to ensure that only Her shop had them available. Plus, the contract She had stated that should ANY of Her designs show up anywhere else, the company would belong to Her. She did allow them to sell to others after a period of 5 years elapsed so they were happy to oblige.

Some of the pieces were for the slave’s stimulation and others for the Dom’s stimulation. She always liked to try the latest products before selling them so She could better educate Her clientele and She had a few new items to test out. Just thinking about all She planned for the next day and a half was making Her wet as the fire began to grow in Her pussy. If this went well, She might just break Her record for the number of orgasms She had in a weekend. She poured Herself a glass of wine and waited for Her toy to finish bathing.

She heard the shower being turned off as She finished Her glass of wine. She watched as he stepped out of the shower and reach for the towel to dry himself off. She could see how smooth his skin was and the vacant, dreamy look on his face brought a wicked smile to Her face. She watched his lips part and take short breaths of air as the towel moved across his now very sensitive skin. She chuckled to Herself as She said in Her head, let the fun begin.

“Come to me toy.” “Yes Mistress Love” he responded as he walked over to Her. She picked up the latex suit She wanted him to wear. This one was a particularly favorite one for Her. All over the outside and inside of the piece were bumps and ridges. It would act as a massaging piece for both the wearer and the body it would rub against. The suit fit from the neck down to the feet leaving only the ass and crotch exposed, this allowed for accessory pieces in that area depending on the mood the Dominant was in. Mistress Love had a new piece to test. This particular ass/crotch piece was a little devilish. The front of the piece had a sleeve that slid over the cock. It had a ring that circled the rim of the head of the cock and once activated would send a circular vibration thru it. The best part was that the speed of the vibration could be controlled. The back fit around the ass cheeks and had an opening in line with the anus. Mistress Love told Her toy to bend over. As he did She inserted a medium sized vibrating ass plug into Her toy and connected the ass plug to the cock sleeve via a connecting wire. A small circuit box along the side allowed for control of the speed and psyncing of the 2 pieces. They could be set to the same speed, different speeds, and alternating vibrations. The pieces were controlled by a small remote about the same size as a remote car starter.

She told the toy to stand back up. As he stood erect She looked him in the eyes and activated the vibrators at the slowest speed and watched as his eyes rolled slightly back and his breath caught. She smiled seeing that the piece was active and working. Next, She placed the hood over his head zipping it closed and then fastening the collar of the latex suit around the bottom of the hood so that only the eyes and mouth were visible. She was ready to begin a night of debauchery that would put any porn movie to shame.

She had another clever device of Her own design where the evening would start. She told Her toy to get on a small table on all fours. Once he was in position She sat down in a chair in front of Her toy. The beauty of this chair and table assembly was that the kneeling toy was eye level with Mistress Love’s breasts. She could be comfortable and the toy would not need to strain its neck looking up, thus allowing for a longer duration of staring. The toy being brainwashed into service to Mistress Love would not be distracted by aching muscles. Now the toy was staring right into Her cleavage and the twinkling jewel nestled there. She increased the speed of the vibrators a little bit and began the programming.

“Look deep into the sparkling jewel between My breasts. The twinkles are captivating aren’t they. Feeling your eyes drawn deeper in. Wanting to lose yourself there. Leave all your past behind, locked within the facets. The flashes filling your mind. Each flash signaling another thought lost to the ether. No need to think anymore, just let the flashes obliterate the thoughts away.” She pressed a button on another remote and a subliminal recording started to play inside the hood.

The deeper you look, the slower your thoughts. The slower your thoughts, the deeper you Sink. The deeper you Sink, the less you think. The less you think, the more control you give to Mistress Love. The more control you give to Mistress Love, the less will you have. The less will you have, the more of Mistress Love’s will you follow. The more of Mistress Love’s will you follow, the fewer inhibitions you have. The fewer inhibitions you have, the happier Mistress Love is. The happier Mistress Love is, the more pleasure the toy feels. Good toys make Mistress Love happy. You want to be a good toy.

Again She increased the speed of the vibrators as She removed Her top exposing Her large, firm, sensual breasts. “you LOVE to look at My breasts. Wanting to bury your face between them. you want to suck on My nipples, My erect, firm, nipples. Feeling your mouth water as you think about sucking on My nipples. Licking your lips, imagining the taste of My nipples.” She smiled as She saw his tongue lick his lips and watched a little stream of drool slowly flow at the corner of his mouth. She played with Her breasts, tweaked Her nipples, and jiggled Her breasts for the next 30 minutes as he continued to lick his lips. His eyes were so fixed on Her breasts that it seemed like they were looking through them.

She stopped the vibrators and got up. Moving behind Her kneeling toy, She disconnected the wire and removed the ass plug and replaced it with the large plug She had. The toy gave a moan as She inserted the ass plug and She felt a flow from Her pussy. Goddess, this was making Her so wet and horny. She reached down between Her legs and ran a finger along Her labia. As She moved back to the chair She ran Her moist finger under the toy’s nose before putting it in its mouth. The toy sucked on it greedily. With Her scent now filling the toy’s nose She turned the vibrators back on and upped the speed a little more. As soon as She sat down the toy’s eyes were back at Her breasts. “Are you ready to Pleasure your Mistress?” “Yes Mistress Love.” She pushed a button on the armrest of the chair and the next wonderful feature was put to use. The table slid forward so that the toy could suck on Her breasts while She reclined comfortably. “Now toy, you will suck My breasts. As you suck on one, you will massage the other. Remember to give equal treatment to both.” The toy began the next task given to it, sucking on Her right breast while kneading the left. The little nubs on the palms of the suit sending shivers of pleasure down Mistress Love’s sides as She felt goosebumps rise. All the while, the programming still played in the hood. After about 15 minutes, Mistress decided to check out the alternating feature of the vibrators. It appeared to work for there would be pauses in the toy’s ministrations or they would be a little more forceful. She moaned as She thought to Herself, this thing is incredible.

She let the toy suck on Her breasts for about an hour, near the end of which the vibrators were at maximum speed. The last 15 minutes was a chorus of moans as both Mistress and the toy were in the throes of Ecstasy. She pushed the button to slide the table back and got out of the chair. Going to the back of the table, Mistress Love removed the ass plug from the toy. She told him to get up and stretch, 2 hours was a long time to kneel and She wanted him to get his blood flow back for the next round. She told him to get a drink of water. As he moved around and rehydrated, Mistress Love removed the last of the clothing She was wearing and stretched Herself. The toy saw Her naked body and stared lustfully at Her pussy. “I know you want to lick My pussy, the scent and taste have been in you for the past hour but it is not time yet. Get back into your position pet.” “Yes Mistress Love”

As he got back on the table on all fours, Mistress Love picked up the new strap-on She brought from Her shop. Another new item to test out. It was designed to insert into Her pussy instead of a harness, but the difference was both the end in Her pussy and the She was going to use to Fuck the toy’s brains out had little nubs that would send vibrations into both when Her hips smacked into his ass. She had gotten it from the manufacturer last Tuesday and was eager to try it out. Now was the perfect opportunity.

Just inserting it into Her pussy caused Her muscles to tighten around it and She let out a little moan. Her breath quickened as She imagined how this was going to feel once She began. Before starting, She grabbed a tube of special lube. Not only would it help to slide the strap-on in, but it would further soften the toy’s mind and invigorate him. He would be hard and horny for 4-6 hours according to the chemist who created it for Her. As She entered Her toy, he moaned loudly. She moved with deliberate, slow pushing wanting to make sure the lube was getting in. She buried the shaft and pulled out slowly coming all the way out before going in again. He was pretty loose from the large ass plug but She still was being gentle at first, if She hurt the toy, the last 7 hours would be a waste. And She didn’t want to stop now. Her arousal was at 10 and She was ready for a night to remember. Also, what lube was still on the outside needed to get in. She stroked like this 4 more times, feeling that his ass was now ready for the pounding it was about to receive.

“Listen closely toy and repeat what I tell you”. Mistress Love began working the strap-on fully now. As soon as Her hips smacked into his ass She felt the vibrations hit and almost lost Her momentum. It was stronger than She thought it would be, maybe because She was already so turned on. She continued at a steady pace and spoke “Fucked into submission, no more inhibitions, just a latex Fuck toy for Mistress Love”. As She continued to ride Her toy She heard him start to repeat “Fucked into submission, no more inhibitions, just a latex Fuck toy for Mistress Love”. She smiled, it was music to Her ears and the vibrations were bringing Her close to orgasm. She rode Her toy for an hour and had four orgasms during that time. Her toy orgasmed twice.

Pulling out, She removed the end from Her pussy and heard a pop as it came out and felt Her juices flowing freely down Her legs. She noticed that Her toy was trembling and told him to lie down. He collapsed onto his side, breathing heavily. She needed him to take a breather because there was one more item to test out. Cleaning Herself up a little, She went to Her toy and removed the hood. He smiled up at Her like a smitten, lovesick teen. “Roll onto your back sweetie, we need to change the cock sleeve out.” Removing the sleeve, She handed him a wipe to clean his cock with. Not only would it clean him, it would make him even harder. Once clean, She placed the new sleeve onto his throbbing cock and gave him another glass of water, drinking one Herself.

She moved over to the bed and told him to follow. “Now toy, time to Fuck Me with that new sleeve. Just like I did, I want you to start slow. I will tell you to go faster when I want you to.” She was looking forward to this one as well. It had nobs, ribs and a French tickler at the end and would also produce vibrations. If it worked as well as She hoped it would, it would give a whole new meaning to the slogan ribbed for Her Pleasure. As soon as he entered Mistress Love’s pussy Her back arched, Her pussy so stimulated that She nearly orgasmed from the initial thrust. By the fourth stroke She had Her 5th orgasm. For the next 2 hours She let Her toy Fuck Her. They Fucked in four different positions, the last one was Her on top as he massaged both of Her breasts with the nobbed latex gloves. She lost count of the number of orgasms She had. It didn’t matter, this cock sleeve was incredible and She knew they would fly off the shelf once She sold one or two and people started talking about it.

Easing up off of the toy, She lied down on Her back and said “Now toy, you can eat My pussy, get it nice and clean.” “Yes Mistress Love.” The toy went to work and She orgasmed three more times before they both passed out from exhaustion. She awoke the next morning to find the toy asleep between Her legs. She giggled to Herself and thought, this was much better than a picnic by the river.

A Mistress Love inspired story by Her toy

Mistress Love was anxious. The daily demands of work and life had really been a drag the last several weeks. She needed a new distraction. It was time to find a new toy to play with. But what kind of toy? She smiled wickedly to Herself as She had a devilish idea. How about a new bimbo toy, but this time She would pull out all the stops. She wondered to Herself, could I make a toy so dumb and horny that all it will be able to do is giggle and Please Me. No matter the question, the toy would simply giggle and be obsessed with sex. She decided to give it a try.

So on Friday night, She went to a quiet Martini Bar and waited for Her next conquest. For the first couple of hours there were no promising candidates. Finishing Her 3rd Fuzzy Navel, She noticed him. There was a guy sitting by himself at the end of the bar, nursing a drink and watching the television above the bar. He was well dressed and just appeared to be unwinding at the end of the week. She smiled to Herself as She thought, let the games begin.

Mistress Love called the bartender over and told him to send the man whatever he was drinking from Her. The bartender gave the drink to the man and indicated that it was from Mistress Love. He raised the glass as a thank you and She got up to join him. When She got there he thanked Her for the drink. “I saw you there and wanted to get to know you. My name is Lianna.” “Nice to meet you my name is Carl. Thank you for the drink.”

They moved to a table and began to talk. Mistress Love began to flirt with Carl hard. She would stroke his hand, smile while batting Her eyes. She had worn a crystal pendant that rested right in the middle of Her cleavage and a low cut dress to ensure it would be seen. She would constantly play with the necklace making the pendant dance up and down, ensuring his attention was drawn to it. After a few drinks She invited him to Her house and he accepted.

Arriving at Her place She put on some soothing music that unbeknownst to Carl was laced with subliminal messages to relax and stop thinking. As Carl made himself comfortable on the couch, Mistress Love made him a drink. She had one of Her special Pink pills and broke it in half and put it in his drink. She knew a half a tablet would just make him feel a little silly allowing Her to start working on making Her bimbo. She handed the drink to him and again played with the pendant as She began to subtly say words like sink, blank, aroused, and obey. Soon his eyes started to look a little glassy and he had a goofy smile. Mistress Love knew it was time to start reprogramming Her toy.

Taking off the pendant She said, “you like to watch the pendant do its little dance, don’t you? See how it catches the light, see the colour change from clear to Pink. The Pink colour is such a relaxing colour isn’t it? It makes you just want to LET GO, and feel SO dreamy. Let Me refresh your drink. Hold the chain and watch the swirling Pink as I get you another.” Mistress Love went to Her bar and watched as Carl was transfixed by the pendant. This time She put a whole tablet plus the other half of the first tablet in. She giggled to Herself as She knew once he had finished this drink he would be putty in Her hands.

She handed him the drink and took the necklace back. He took a large drink from the glass, nearly draining half the drink. As he did, Mistress Love took off Her blouse exposing the Pink bra She was wearing. She smiled as She saw his eyes get bigger at the sight of Her bra. Finishing his drink, She saw his eyes glaze right over and a soft giggle escaped his lips as he set the empty glass down on the coffee table. She began to slowly swing the pendant back and forth in line with Her nipples. She watched as his eyes followed the movement.

“The swinging pendant has all of your attention doesn’t it, can’t look away. So relaxing to just watch it go back…..and forth. Back……and forth. It just takes all your thoughts away. Nothing else but the pendant, the PINK colour flashing inside it. The PINK of My bra accentuates the flashes inside the pendant. The PINK makes you feel SO aroused because PINK is the colour of a Woman’s sex. The PINK makes you CRAVE to PLEASURE My sex. Makes you tingly and want to giggle.” She smiled as his head bobbed up and down slowly as he giggled again. She reached down to unfasten Her bra while keeping the pendant on its slow path in front of Her breasts and his eyes.

“It’s harder to focus on the pendant now that My breasts are exposed, isn’t it? The focus switching from pendant to breasts, breasts to pendant. Licking your lips as you want to suck on My hard nipples. My breasts filling your vision more. But they aren’t breasts, they are titties. The word titties makes you giggle, doesn’t it?” In response he giggled and giggled and giggled. “That’s right, giggle for Mistress Love, bimbo. A bimbo giggles at the word titties and you giggled when I said titties, so you must be a bimbo right? Say titties for Me carlie.” “Titties….giggle” “Good bimbo. Feeling the last of your thoughts leave with each giggle, becoming such an airhead, such a good bimbo. SO dumb, so horny. Those clothes are feeling hot aren’t they, constricting that arousal between your legs. SO horny that you need to touch it, rubbing that arousal to 7th heaven. Go ahead bimbo, scratch that itch.”

As carlie began to undress, his eyes never left the pendant or Mistress Love’s breasts. Giggling all the while. As soon as he was naked he began to slowly rub himself as he watched the pendant. “Such a good bimbo, rubbing away all will, all control. Giving it all to Me, your Mistress. Mistress Love. Need to Please Me, need to Obey Me. Say Yes Mistress Love” “giggle….Yes Mistress Love….giggle” “Good bimbo toy. Now just let everything go. Close your eyes but still see the pendant. Nothing but the pendant as you drift on a PINK cloud, thoughtless, blank, sleepy. Just shut your brain off, a bimbo doesn’t need to think.”

As Her toy stilled, Mistress Love got to work. She moved Her toy to the bedroom. Getting the special hair removing lotion She had, She spread it all over the toy’s body. Once all the hair was gone, She applied a very sluty makeup onto carlie, put on a blonde wig and dressed the toy in a Pink bra and panties making sure to put huge breast forms into the bra. Once complete, She moved carlie in front of a full length mirror.

“Open your eyes sweetie” Mistress Love said. As carlie opened his eyes he saw his reflection in the mirror and giggled. “Now you look like the bimbo you are in that vacant, PINK mind.” Mistress Love then took out one of Her bimbo cigarettes and lit it up, blowing the smoke into carlie’s face. The bimbo inhaled the smoke and blew it out with a giggle. “Feels good doesn’t it bimbo? Here, take a drag for yourself.” Mistress Love brought the cigarette to carlie’s lips. Taking a long, deep pull carlie inhaled deeply and blew out a long stream of smoke followed by more giggling. Mistress gave carlie the cigarette and the bimbo continued to smoke the bimbo cigarette, pupils dialating as the smoke fogged the brain. “you enjoyed that so much you should have another.” Normally Mistress would just give one, but She wanted this toy absolutely Pinked out. As the bimbo toy smoked the cigarette, Mistress Love told carlie to kneel. As carlie took long pull after long pull on the bimbo cigarette, Mistress Love removed the robe She was wearing. She was naked except for a harness around Her waist. As carlie finished the 2nd cigarette, she saw Mistress take a large, Pink dildo and begin to rub it along the lips of Her pussy. Transfixed by the sight, carlie’s mouth opened slightly and a little drool dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Mistress Love then inserted the dildo into Her pussy moving it in and out very slowly coating it with Her juices. “you really liked sucking on the bimbo cigarette didn’t you bimbo, but now you want to suck on something else don’t you? First, tell Me your name and what you are.” “i’m carlie and i’m a sluty, horny, bimbo…..giggle” “And who am I?” “Mistress Love.” Sliding the dildo out of Her pussy, Mistress Love attached it to the harness. “Such a good bimbo, now open up and taste your Mistress as you suck”

Mistress Love moved closer and carlie attacked the dildo like it was a Pink popsicle on a hot day. “That’s right bimbo toy, suck it, taste Me and let My taste soak into you. Feel your lust for Me grow tenfold. Feel the Pink coming off the dildo and flowing into your mind. Feel yourself wanting to do nothing but giggle and FUCK. A good bimbo thinks of nothing but sex. Fucking, sucking, licking, masturbating. Mind full of nothing but being a giggly, horny, fuck toy for Mistress Love.” Mistress Love smiled to Herself as She heard the moans coming from Her toy as it reached down and rubbed itself.

CAREFUL WHAT YOU ASK FOR

Another Mistress Love inspired story

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So my boyfriend and I decided to do Halloween one year in Vegas. Bob and I had been dating for a little over a year. He was a little submissive when we met and I was just discovering my Dominant side. It was all very new and basicly just being playful in the bedroom. I also had a fascination with hypnosis and we would play around with that as well. The more I hypnotized him, the more I came to enjoy it. I started reading more on hypnotism and learning to make hypno gifs, unbeknownst to Bob. After this trip, he would come to understand fully.

“You know Lianna” Bob said one day before our trip “since we are going to dress up, you should dress as a Bimbo.” I knew he had a fetish for bimbos and I would occasionally act the part. But my Dominant side was really starting to come through. I just couldn’t see myself dressing up like that when my feeling for Domination was blossoming. I would say no, I just don’t feel it but he kept pestering me. So one day I said ok, and we went shopping for a bimbo outfit. Things would not end as Bob wanted.

So we arrive in Vegas and start things off early before the party. I mixed us some drinks, but mine was virgin. We had also brought some special gummies, and while Bob got the real thing I had a regular one. As a dreamy look came across Bob’s eyes I put my plan in motion. “You know what, I think I can really nail down my look if I can dress you up and perfect the look before I actually get ready. Will you be my model?” I looked at him with a vacant look I knew would turn him on, especially in the state he was in. “Sure honey, you know I want you to be the best bimbo at the party.”

DRESSED UP BY LOVE

Another story by the works of Mistress Love.

Here it was, the annual company costume party was coming up and this year Brandon was determined to win. I could really use that $1000. But where to find the right costume. Getting his phone out, Brandon googled the local costume shops. One caught his attention, Love’s Costume Shop. Clicking on the link he was greeted with a Pink spiral was the sight was loading. It seemed to take awhile to load but it was pleasant to look at. When it finally loaded there was just a banner, “When I’m done with you, you won’t recognize yourself.” By appointment only. The lists of costumes, no pictures. Just a link to make an appointment. This bothered Brandon a little but he just felt he had to go there, so he clicked on the link and requested a reservation. A few minutes later he received an email asking when he needed the costume, specific time please. He responded that the party was at 7 on Saturday. The response back was that he had an appointment for noon that day. Wow, he thought, having it put on by a professional the day of the party would increase his chances of winning.