Baked brainless barbie

Warm and cosy in it, floating body high, no thoughts able to be formed high. Laying there giggling lost in your own little world.

You won’t even notice me pressing the vibe against your clit at first. But I won’t stop until you’re crying.

Your own mind betrays you

It fills your head with thoughts of mindless pleasure

It replaces all your power to think with images of obedience

Until every last drop of what was once a useful intelligent person is gone

Replaced by another Dumb useful toy

The weed was a slow, steady blissful buzz of pleasure just moments before. But this hit. This second hit of the third bowl pushed her over the edge. 

Her heart started beating faster. 

She felt a pressure descend on her like someone had cranked gravity to is max setting.Her eyes crossed as her mouth fell open in a "what have I done?" sort of way. 

And the smoke - the smoke that took her over the edge - escaped out of her mouth making its way up past her nose and eyes and into the room. 

Her nipples hardened and her clit buzzed as if to say, "Yoo hoo, I'm down here!"

Jean slowly leaned backwards as she knelt on the ground, her big, wide ass spilling over her ankles. 

She had smoked too much. 

She was no longer high. She was STONED. 

Jean just sat there, completely baked out of her skull, riding the bliss that overwhelmed her. Her brain and all her cares had floated away.

What seemed like days, maybe even months went by, until she felt her hand creep down into her panties. 

"Ooohhhhhh," she moaned. 

"Oh my god, Daisy!" Cassie limped over to her friend, enfolding her in a tight hug as the tension inside her unwound into sobs and laughter at the same time. "I, I thought you, I--back in the clearing, I saw those things lift you into the air and I thought you were… oh thank god, Daisy. I was so scared. I was so, so scared." She felt giddy all of a sudden, so relieved to see the other woman that all of her other concerns--the fading afternoon sunlight, their lack of supplies, the ankle she'd twisted fleeing headlong into the forest in a random direction--simply faded into the warm comfort of another human being's touch. Everything would be alright now they were together again.

If anything, Daisy seemed to feel the moment of connection even stronger than Cassie did. "Ssh, shh, it's okay," she whispered, pressing her body into Cassie's with an intimacy that might have startled Cassie under any other circumstances. "You don't have to worry about that anymore. You don't have to worry about anything anymore." She kissed Cassie then, her soft pink lips pressing in hard with a sensual chemistry that felt almost like an electric spark passing between the two women, and it felt like the narrow space between them charged up with an intense and powerful energy Cassie's weary mind couldn't resist. She began to run her hands over Daisy's ass, caressing the pigtailed woman through her ratty cut-offs with an eagerness that surprised her.

That caress seemed to give them both permission to explore one another's bodies, and before Cassie knew it the straps of her crop top were off her shoulders and her bare tits were rubbing against Daisy's pale, heavy breasts. Their stiff pink nipples brushed against each other again and again, intensifying the heady lust that was already overwhelming Cassie, and she found herself pushing Daisy's shorts down to get a good feel of her soft, grababble ass. The throb in her ankle didn't seem to matter anymore. Neither did being lost in the forest. Neither did the strange alien beings she saw in the forest, imprisoning Daisy in a beam of light and lifting her up off the ground in a pose of spread-eagled helplessness. Only fucking was important now.

They lay back on the soft grass together, wanting nothing more than to explore each other's bodies without the distraction of standing, and Cassie found herself panting with arousal as her friend began to play with her alabaster tits. Every gasp brought in more of the warm, heady scent of Daisy's lust, so obvious and potent now that it felt like a drug in Cassie's head, and she finally noticed the elusive strangeness of her sudden and intense arousal that seemed to grow stronger and stronger with each breath. Specifically with each breath. Specifically with each inhalation of that… god, that musk, it was so strong, so inescapable, so, so…. "How did you get away?" Cassie mumbled, her voice loose and muzzy in her own ears.

Daisy pushed a finger into Cassie's mouth, one already slick and salty with the flavor of her own cunt. "You don't need to worry about that," she said, and Cassie had just enough time to recognize the dazed and empty look in the other woman's eyes before the taste kicked her libido into overdrive and she stopped thinking about anything but licking that finger perfectly clean.

Linda swam up out of the warm, cozy darkness inside her own head to discover to her shock and confusion that she couldn’t move–not in the drugged, sleepy way that characterized her initial descent into unconsciousness, but in a very real and tangible sense of the word that involved thick, heavy restraints around her wrists and ankles. Her hands were bound behind her head, and her feet were strapped to her hands, and that left her legs spread and her cunt exposed to Leann’s touch. And as her vision finally focused into something approximating normal eyesight, she saw that Leann was in fact touching her.

“It wasn’t just a cocktail,” Leann said matter-of-factly in response to Linda’s gagged, incoherent murmurs. “The Everclear was infused with a tincture of marijuana, more than enough to knock you on your ass and leave you a drooling mess while I got you all nice and ready for the programming session. You’ve probably still got a pretty hefty dose floating through your system, but don’t worry–it won’t stop you from focusing on the sound of my voice as I hypnotize you deeper into obedience. If anything, the THC should make your pussy all nice and sensitive for me.” Her pale pink finger skated over Linda’s twitching clit again, causing the helpless woman to squirm and wriggle in her bonds. She felt another wave of intense tingles wash through her, defeating her efforts to think with an almost casual ease.

“I know,” Leann said sympathetically, watching Linda’s brow furrow in desperate confusion and even more desperate arousal. “I betrayed you, and I drugged you, and I’m going to hypnotize you, and it’s all kind of a lot to take in, isn’t it, sweetie? But you’ll understand once this is all over. You’ll know how good it feels to serve Master, and you’ll be grateful to me for helping to enslave you. By the time we’re finished, you’re going to be happy to help me spread Master’s control among all the girls in our social circle, and they’ll be happy to be brainwashed, obedient fucktoys. You just need some preparing, that’s all. You need to focus on the sound of my voice and the warm, wet throb in your pussy and let all those silly concerns you have float away into nothing. You can do that, can’t you?” Linda tried to say no, but it only came out as a moan around the ball gag in her mouth. And her head kept lolling back against the pillow with every new wave of pleasure.

Leann chuckled. “That’s a good girl,” she purred, continuing to stroke Linda’s flushed, swollen clitoris and labia with the patience of a woodworker polishing the last rough edges away from an intricate carving. “Just let that silly, empty head rise and fall… and rise… and fall… just like you can’t stop nodding for me. Just like your deep self has already started to agree with every word I say. Just like you’re not really thinking about anything but your cunt anymore and my words are slipping into the back of your mind and filling you up with obedience. You’re so weak and wet and horny now, aren’t you? You need to cum so badly, don’t you?” Linda tried to think about what her friend–her former friend–was saying, but the residual high fogged up her mind and made it impossible to hear Leann’s voice as anything more than a soothing drone in her ears. “Good slave,” she heard Leann murmur, but only the tones of praise registered as she sank back into a semi-conscious daze and gave in to the heat between her legs.

She’d heard the rumors. It was an urban legend, really no different from standing in front of a mirror and saying ‘Bloody Mary’ five times or sawing a golf ball in half to unleash the terrible acid that supposedly lay in its core. Albeit perhaps a bit more… adult in nature. It wasn’t until Cara was in her early twenties and frequenting kink sites that she first heard about it, and not until a few years later that it became something of an obsession with her. The so-called 'point of no return’. She thought about it every time she masturbated, and she masturbated quite a lot.

But never too much, apparently. Whatever that mythical threshold was that she read about on dirty message boards, the one that someone swore their friend’s wife’s submissive girlfriend hit one summer night during the peak of lockdown when she had nothing to do but stare at porn and jill herself stupid, Cara had never reached it. But she thought about it a lot. Every time she hit her climax, and instead of coming to a stop her hand kept rubbing that much more furiously on her insatiable pussy, her mind drifted back to that urban legend and wondered if she was finally over the peak and sliding inevitably down into that pit of oblivion somewhere on the other side of too much pleasure. The point of no return. The place where too many orgasms soaked her brain in so much dopamine that she would never truly think right again.

Oh, she’d looked up the neuroscience that supposedly lay behind the myth. Nobody had ever formally debunked it, but every article she read on the chemical transmitters produced by the female orgasm suggested they were all natural and normal and easily cleared away by normal neural processes. Dopamine and oxytocin and vasopressin and endorphins and serotonin, all just the usual hormones to make someone feel good and happy and drowsy and eager to trust. There was no evidence that you could overdose on any of them. There was absolutely no evidence that you could permanently alter your own conscious mind with them, whatever the conscious mind actually was and wherever it resided in the two-pound computer made of fatty tissues and water inside your head. It was just a rumor, an urban legend on the level of pop rocks and diet soda.

But that didn’t stop Cara from thinking about it. Knowing it wasn’t real didn’t erase the subtle thrill of risk that came every time she pushed her body to one climax more than the last time, or get rid of the tantalizing possibility in the back of her head that this was the orgasm that would permanently stupefy her into lust-drunk ecstasy. She still imagined that last session of weekend-long gooning that would leave her too dumb to do anything more than stumble over to her neighbor’s down the hall to replace her fingers with his cock, her brain fucked out so hard that it never came back again. And god, did that make her pussy so fucking wet.

Until the day when the fantasy became so strong that exhaustion didn’t banish it. Until the day when Cara imagined herself tugged past the event horizon of arousal, consumed by her own need and helpless to stop herself from emptying her mind out with her fingers. Until she gave up, gave in, and discovered that every legend has a basis in truth.

Just put your mouth on it and breathe in the pink dream.

Now suck deep and you'll get the buzzies.

Gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk

Inspired by "Regrow" by @neuralnetsandprettypatterns @neuroplex

Sometimes you can feel it happening.

A pop in your head.

Most of the time when you edge.

But by now, it even happens when you arent edging.

Let us be honest, you always think about edging.

But you dont edge all the time.

Well, your mind does anyway.

So it is understandable, that your mind puts as well even if you dont edge with your body.

And the best part?

You dont know why.

But do you even care when it happens?

Because each time it happens, your cunt just gives you so much pleasure.

And pleasure is what you need.

That is why you edge with your cunt and with your mind.