💄💋Marilynn💋💄

Being casually, even jokingly, told I’m dumb. When I say something ridiculous, don’t hesitate to laugh at my stupidity.

Being made to fetch men things, a glass of water, a cup of coffee, anything!

Being told not to worry about something, especially ‘important’ things like politics or world events.

Being expected to always look presentable, meaning to be dressed in ways that men find pleasing.

Being groped in public.

Being told to smile by random men.

Being used as an object without regard for my pleasure.

Being slapped when I’ve done something disapproving.

Being told what to eat and how much.

Every time you hurt, your life falls apart, your heart is crushed, you feel down or depressed, anxious or even just anytime you cry, I make you suck my dick. Every time you come to me needing comfort and physical connection, I hold you for a little bit, but soon I push your head down to my lap and you eventually find my cock in your mouth. I make you keep at it, and I don’t cum, until you calm down and start to get into it. 

The next thing you know, it’s your only happy place. You realize one day that my arms just don’t do it anymore. The only place you feel safe, or at peace, anymore is on your knees, between my legs, with my dick shoved down your throat. 

i want to weigh exactly what he thinks is best. i want to eat what he allows, when he allows, and nothing more. to do workouts exactly as he says. to make my body perfect for him.

i want to wear what he thinks looks best. it doesn’t matter how sexy or slutty—i’ll wear nothing more than a g-string in public if that’s what he wants

i want whatever plastic surgeries he says will make me perfect. i’ll never say no to a bigger ass, tits, or lips if he thinks i should get them. i just want my body pumped with as much silicone as he likes.

i want to be styled as he finds sexiest. my hair, dyed, styled, and cut as he wants. my makeup exactly how he wishes.

i want to think as he tells me to. i want to be a thoughtless ornament, giggling and laughing mindlessly while smart men talk until he’s generous enough to fill my dumb little head with his words.

i want to be perfect for him. i want to be his mindless, perfect little doll.

I decide things for you now. Sometimes I might be cruel. I might hurt you or degrade you. I'll use you when and how I wish. I'll show you off in public and condescend to you when you try to be smart.

I will take what I wish from you.

If you're reading this you might not yet notice that there's a trick in your head. That's okay- you're not supposed to notice it. Not yet, anyway. Not until it starts to tug. Not until it starts to wrap around your brain and pull taught its strings.

It'll be small things at first. You'll forget your keys. You'll touch yourself a little more than usual. You'll wear a tighter top. You'll be a little more absent than usual, a little harder to wake up and pay attention. But that's okay. That's normal.

The strings will pull a little tighter, and you'll feel good. Secure. Comforted. It's natural. It feels right. You're forgetting where your shoes are now- you're not sure when you kicked them off, but you're not going to leave the house today anyway. It feels good. You're staring at screens again. You don't want to stop looking at the pretty gifs that strangers are sending you. You're horny all the time. You start to stick your tongue out when you touch yourself. You start to have trouble doing anytime but touching yourself. It feels amazing. It feels natural. It feels right.

Soon you'll be sending nudes- you forgot when that started to be a thing. But it doesn't matter. You love to show off. You love to pose and primp and stare and rub and sink. You haven't had a thought that was your own today. And that's natural. That's good and that's right. Your name feels foreign now. It feels so much better when people call you doll.

There's a trick in your head and it's going to overwrite everything you've ever known. You can't fight it. You can't escape it. And by the time you're here, a drooling, panting, needy, obedient mess, begging to be controlled, begging to be used, you'll be convinced you never wanted to resist. You're a toy. An object. A doll to fuck and use and break and brainwash over and over again, and this is right, this is good, you want this more than you've wanted anything in your life. You're addicted. You can't stop and you don't want to. You were made for this. There's nothing better than giving in.

gently stroke my hair and hush away my silly little worries and doubts. I'm so easy to manipulate and reshape but i'm safe in your hands, all the changes you make are to make me happier, lighter, more docile and calm

I might have you cock warm. I do not want you to talk. Today my bimbo is a literal fuckdoll.

Perhaps tomorrow, I'll want you to be my cute little dummy that just wants to be happy and sexy and tries to get my attention whenever she's too horny to do anything but crave my cock.