Mindless Little Doll

It was funny, but somehow Kat knew she was going to find William waiting for her when she stumbled out of bed in the middle of the night. Her friend's dad was sitting there in the darkened living room, just a perfect jumpscare waiting to happen, but she went all the way into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water and drank it down without even so much as a single start at his presence. And when she finished, she went back into the living room to stare dumbly at his erect penis as though she'd never seen one before and wanted to commit every last detail to her fascinated memory. It didn't feel real. It felt like a dream. But Kat knew it was actually happening.

Also like a dream, Kat found little snatches of continuity slipping out of her memory. She didn't actually recall kneeling on the cushion at William's feet; it just sort of seemed to happen, her dazed and drowsy mind only reluctantly noticing that William's hard cock was only a few inches away instead of a couple feet. That felt kind of dangerous, a sudden and unexpected temptation that could completely change the dynamic between Kat and her friend Emma and the whole family that had embraced Kat so thoroughly with her own parents some two thousand miles away… but all Kat could really think of was how handsome William's stiff prick looked. How powerfully it jutted out from his body. How nice it would be to--

Again, she didn't remember the decision or even the intervening moments. Kat just emerged from a vacant reverie as though blinking her way out of an unexpected nap, even though her eyes never shut, to find her fingers wrapped around William's shaft and pumping him up and down to work the precum into his skin. She could feel the blush on her cheeks, and she knew that to anyone coming in it would look like she was the aggressor, but the house was dark and quiet and William wasn't saying so much as a word. Everything Kat got from him, she got from the subtle look in his eyes, and they were telling her to sink deeper and keep going and pleasure the older man like a good girl. It felt kind of redundant to confess her crush on him after that.

So she stroked, and she blinked, and the blinks became longer and lazier and one of the times she emerged from them it was with William's cock already in her mouth, and Kat didn't know why she kept getting so confused and sleepy but when she did it helped to focus her so much when she centered her whole mind on the stiff prick plowing her face. Kat soon discovered she could take him all the way down to the balls without significant difficulty, and although that made the prickling heat of her blush even stronger it also filled her with a kind of drowsy pride. She was getting so much better at this, she thought absently, and then that notion tumbled out of her head just like all the others before she could even wonder when it was she'd been worse at sucking William's dick.

Even his climax seemed to happen in a lacuna between Kat's moments of lucidity; one moment she was bobbing her head up and down on his shaft, eyes closed and mind empty, and the next she was tasting the semen on her lips as he spurted his load into her open mouth. He didn't have a lot of jizz worked up, something that made intuitive sense to Kat even though she had no recollection of draining his balls twice nightly, but she savored every last drop he did give her and she licked it away eagerly before crouching down a little further to slurp and nuzzle his heavy sack. Because this wasn't over until Kat could get her lover hard again… and when she finished him off a second time, she knew she'd go back to sleep in perfect contentment.

Betsy heard the footsteps coming up behind her, but try as she might she couldn't turn to see who they belonged to. Her face was a mask of concentration by that point, every muscle tensed in a determined but ultimately futile effort to look away from the dazzling crystals that swung and danced in the breeze, and it felt like she was living out her own personal horror movie when the man behind her pressed cool metal against her skin and murmured, "It was the sound, wasn't it? That was what first drew you in. The sound of soft music, chimes in your ears promising the sweetest of ecstasy if only you came and looked." Betsy couldn't even nod. She remained as still as a statue, staring at the prisms hanging from a stranger's rear window.

Something inside her melted into sweet relief when the blades of the man's scissors began to snip away at her clothing--not that Betsy really wanted to have her outfit shredded, leaving her completely naked in a stranger's backyard where the privacy fence concealed any number of transgressions, but it beat any of the alternatives she was imagining and she was just so thankful she wasn't about to get killed. Even the man's voice sounded more soothing when he ran his fingers down Betsy's spine and said, "The sound always draws my good girls. They can't help opening the gate and coming inside, and once they do, well… you don't even want to move anymore, do you?"

In her head, Betsy began to protest… but then she realized with a mental start that all of her efforts to break free from the paralysis that gripped her had gradually subsided once the man began snipping at the fabric of her clothing. Now that she was naked, now that she could feel her purpose beginning to take shape, she'd gone from tensing every muscle in a desperate struggle to escape to simply standing, staring… leaking? Oh. Oh yes. Betsy hadn't noticed it until now, but she was incredibly fucking wet. "It's all just part of the process," the stranger cooed, his hand tracing over the curve of her ass to goose her pussy. "You'll like it, if you don't already."

Betsy still couldn't nod, but something inside her head responded to the stranger's every utterance with warm, blissful acceptance. She felt his hands all over her, kneading her breasts and stroking the sensitive skin of her throat, and when he told her, "You're almost ready, darling," it felt like the most wonderful pronouncement in the world. She knew now that she'd been called for a reason, that there was a shape and a purpose to her submission, and once she felt her Master's bulge rubbing against her backside as he groped and caressed her, she knew exactly what that was. The rainbows in her eyes told her all the promises of the chimes were fulfilled, and Betsy's voice finally returned to her as she whimpered in blessed climax under her owner's touch.

He took her inside after that, and even though Betsy hadn't been able to so much as flinch under her own power she walked smoothly and easily at his command. He brought her into the basement, where several other beautiful women with similarly vacant stares watched another set of windchimes… and it was only moments before Betsy was descending deep into trance right along with them.

Liv tried to tell herself to get up, she really did. She kept reminding herself that Amber would be out of the shower at any minute, and the position Liv was currently in went beyond 'compromising' and straight into an admission of guilt. But her muscles still felt wrung out with exhaustion from repeated clenching, and her mind remained dopey and dazed with ecstasy and oxytocin, and all she could really do was lie there draped over the edge of the bed with her eyelids drooping and semen leaking slowly down her thigh. And sure enough, Amber walked in to find her roommate naked from the waist down on her mattress, and all Liv could do was mumble, "I, um… I can explain…."

But of course, she couldn't. There wasn't an explanation in the world that would suffice for her sudden, overwhelming compulsion to seduce Amber's boyfriend Joshua right there in Amber's bedroom with Amber still home, and Liv's whole body flushed with the heat of a furious blush that somehow managed to settle right between her thighs and make her pussy spasm with mortifyingly obvious lust. Joshua didn't say a word, sitting in Amber's computer chair and playing video games like his dick wasn't still wet with Liv's juices, and Liv instantly and immediately knew she was on her own in whatever efforts she made to apologize to her ominously silent roommate. "I, um, you see, I…."

Liv trailed into silence again, trying to reassemble the fragmented narrative of the last twenty minutes into some kind of coherence inside her mind so that she could come up with something--an explanation, a rationalization, even a plausible-sounding lie although that seemed impossible given that her cunt was fully exposed and Joshua's semen was still dripping out of it. She remembered coming into the bedroom to ask if the couple wanted anything from DoorDash while she was ordering, and she remembered seeing that Joshua was in the room by himself, and--and incongruously, she remembered Joshua's class ring, the one he wore even though high school was almost seven years ago for them now and the gaudy red stone set into it was such a distraction whenever Liv was trying to carry on a conversation with him. And then….

"I, um, I guess I just--" Liv broke off, fully aware that 'I guess I just saw the outline of your boyfriend's dick through his boxers and I dropped to my knees and began to lick and nuzzle it through the fabric until he sprung an erection and then I wriggled out of my skirt and panties and bent over on the bed with my legs spread and begged him to pump me full of jizz' wasn't going to cut it as an explanation. Liv felt like she could tell her story so much better if her mind didn't keep drifting back to that ring, which was stupid because she didn't even remember seeing it when she was sucking Joshua to full mast. It was just looming large in Liv's memory for some reason, sticking in her brain from all the other times they sat and talked while Amber was otherwise occupied, and it didn't matter here but it also felt incredibly important. And she didn't understand why.

It was frankly an incredible relief when Amber knelt down between Liv's thighs and began to lick the jizz out of Liv' s leaky cunt. It was as if her old friend was telling her everything was fine, non-verbally expressing her forgiveness with a gesture that spoke louder than words, and Liv allowed her mind to drift into memories of the sparkling red gemstone with a sigh of contented pleasure that soon melted into moans of ecstasy. She ground her pussy against Amber's tongue, her earlier satiation replaced by a new wave of red-hot lust, and Joshua must have felt the same way because he was soon fucking Amber so hard her face pressed repeatedly into Liv's still-messy labia. And everything was right with the world again.

"Excuse me, hi, yes, um… do you have a moment?" Pauline turned to find exactly the kind of customer she was expecting, blonde and stylish and rich and white and entitled, but what she didn't expect was a shirt hooked under the woman's breasts to expose her pale chest and stiff pink nipples. "Yes, I'm sorry to make a fuss," the stranger said, now that she had Pauline's full attention," but I'm afraid I spilled some of my iced mocha vanilla frappucino down my cleavage, and I'm just absolutely nowhere near any napkins or tissues. Could I just ask you to lick it off for me? I'd really appreciate it."

She was already coming around behind the counter as she spoke, and Pauline could feel something inside her brain straining under the weight of so many competing and conflicting demands. Obviously none of their customers were supposed to be exposing their tits right out in the open like this, but Pauline knew the kind of clientele they got in this extremely fashionable and exclusive boutique and there was every chance that a woman who thought she could get away with her behavior actually could. And of course her job was always precarious when dealing with so many wealthy and powerful people, and there was nobody in the shop right now so she couldn't exactly use other customers as an excuse, and also… Pauline's cheeks went red as she found herself staring at the stranger's chest. She did have extremely pretty breasts.

She started to stammer something, unsure of whether she was making an excuse or an apology or even just a blurted exclamation of shock and surprise, but it was weak and incoherent and the customer easily steamrolled right over it. "It's just so my chest doesn't get all sticky, dear," she murmured, her voice smooth and sympathetic and yet somehow utterly uncompromising. "You understand, don't you?" The stranger reached out and gave Pauline's braided ponytail a little tug, and somehow that physical element to the compulsion was all it took for Pauline's mind to give way. She felt something break in the back of her brain, sending her down into glassy-eyed dissociation, and it suddenly seemed so much easier to just relax and do as she was told.

She leaned in and began to run her tongue along the curve of the customer's breasts, lapping gently at the soft, pale skin, and even though she didn't taste so much as a single trace of mocha vanilla that didn't seem to matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was the woman's voice coaxing her with, "There's a good girl," cooed over and over as the hand around Pauline's strawberry-blonde ponytail tightened its grip, and soon she was suckling on the stranger's stiff nipples with a kind of thoughtless ecstasy that was every bit as comforting as it was surprising. Pauline felt like she was watching in amazement from somewhere outside her own body, staring at the mesmerizing vista of her own degradation, and she couldn't help getting a little bit turned on.

The other woman either noticed or perhaps just expected that, and she began taking tiny steps back--not enough to convince Pauline to break off her attentions, but definitely enough to get her leaning forward to do her suckling. That meant she was bent at the waist… and that meant when the stranger began to inch up Pauline's skirt to expose her panties, she had easy access to reach past the sheer fabric and start fingering Pauline's slick and needy cunt.

Jessie felt the collar before she saw it. The cool metal pressed against the sensitive skin of her throat from behind, wrapping around her neck just loosely enough to keep her from feeling strangled, and it snapped shut with a click that implied a lock as well as a latch. Jessie didn't even have time to process the first stab of panic and confusion before a woman stepped in front of her holding a leash clipped to a ring on the front of the collar--Jessie thought she recognized her from the campus directory, Professor Parkinson or Parkington or something--and asked, "Do you know what this is, slut?"

And obviously there was so much Jessie wanted to say. She wanted to tell this weirdo in black leather and platform heels that raised her height a full nineteen inches over Jessie's head that just because she was a blonde in a crop top and short shorts it didn't make her a slut, and she wanted to tell her that she had no business doing some weird BDSM thing to students, and she wanted to pointedly remind the professor that this was a public place and she could get fired for treating a student the way she was treating Jessie. But somehow all those defiant thoughts seemed to drain away into meek, simpering submission as she stared up into the older woman's deep brown eyes, and she found herself unable to say anything more than, "Y-yes ma'am. It's a leash and collar, ma'am."

The professor smirked. "And if you're leashed and collared, you must be a pet, mustn't you?" It seemed like a patently absurd assertion on the face of it, one that should have made Jessie bristle in defiance and pull free from the other woman's grip, but… but there was a scattering of other students around the quad, and none of them looked at her like she was the one in the right here. They all watched with a dispassionate interest tinged with the slightest hint of arousal, like they were all just waiting for the moment when Professor Parks tugged on the leash and put this dumb bitch in her place, and it sapped the strength and energy from Jessie's resistance so swiftly and completely that she couldn't even speak. She just nodded deferentially, and something seemed to click into place inside her mind the same way the collar clicked shut around her throat.

The older woman said, "Pets don't wear clothes, sweetie," and whatever part of Jessie still remained free and clear inside her head was kind of amazed by how quickly she stripped out of her clothing. It was like the initial struggle to refuse her new role was the most important one, and now that she'd lost that battle she couldn't refuse all the logical corollaries that came along with being a leashed and collared animal instead of a human being. Her short shorts, her panties and her bra all came off, and when the professor noticed Jessie's dilemma in getting the crop top past the leash around her neck she simply yanked the shirt so hard it tore, allowing Jessie to slide it down past her waist instead. Within moments, she was totally naked.

Then the older woman tugged on the leash, driving Jessie down to the grass, and accompanied the physical command with a lovingly snarled, "Down, girl." Jessie got on all fours, her thoughts already fading into stupefied surrender as she accepted her place, and she crawled obediently away from the quad and her old life at the heels of her new owner. And the most embarrassing thing about it all was that everyone behind her could see how wet she was.

Hello there pet it’s time to learn a lesson from master

All you really have to do is stare

Just like you’ve been doing now

Keep staring at her pretty eyes

Keep staring at that empty look

Keep staring at those flashy pink words

Keep staring at that flashy pink spiral

I know you,

All you sluts are the same

I know how horny you are right now

I know this probably isn’t your first edge of the day

I know your dying for someone to break your mind and play

I know I described you perfectly, but here’s a few more words that may resonate

You are a fucktoy

You are a sex doll

You are a object

You are a dumb slut

You are a edge slave

You are controlled

You should always worship cock

You’ve consumed so much porn over the years

Over and over watching good girls get dumber and weaker

Watching them submit to men and watching them edge

It seems like all that porn you’ve watched might have had an effect on you

The more you watch the worse you’ll get but I know you’ll never stop

You’ll keep reading because it feels good

You’ll keep staring because you just can’t stop anymore

All that porn you’ve watched and consumed have ruined your mind

Your not normal anymore and you know it

Even now I know your barely able to string to thoughts together

You’re starting to look like her aren’t you?

Starting to look like the porn you consume?

It’s funny how you end up being the thing you watch

Just look at yourself now, you know you’ve found your purpose here

So do the one thing your good at

Edge

Edge

Edge

Don’t stop till your mind so gone only drool comes out

Keep edging over and over for master till you loose whatever bits of humanity you had left

Keep reading this post over and over to learn more about who you are

And most importantly

Always take your tits out

Always keep your mind off

DUAL EXISTENCE

She existed as two people.

She was the successful attorney

Devoted wife and mother

Reliable friend.

But the words on a screen brought out the other.

Wanton slut

Needy whore.

The one who begged for her body to be used in the most degrading manner.

Neither knew the other existed

It had started as a curiosity. Seeing an old vampire movie would cause a tingle between her legs she didn’t fully understand. A search on the internet had led to more explicit stories and videos that made her arousal even stronger.

Soon she was talking with others who had a shared interest. She was timid at first. Afraid to share this side of herself with strangers.

The chats grew more arousing. Certain individuals became trusted confidants. A couple of those became trusted enough that she opened her mind to them. Watching words on a screen as her body relaxed and her mind became fuzzy. Once or twice she actually masturbated to the chats, but no more than that.

The gaps in her memory about what happened during those chats became more pronounced but, for some reason, it never concerned her. She’d log out feeling relaxed and satisfied.

And now she is here. The lawyer logged into her tumblr account and she opened the DM from her trusted mutual.

The words put the lawyer to sleep and the slut was awoken.

"…holy shit…." Dane whispered, not daring to raise his voice too loud from fear of accidentally snapping Gigi out of whatever spell she was under. Kendra looked over at him, wearing the same sympathetically smug grin she broke out when she used to shark him out of all his money every Friday night at the pool hall in the student union, and held out her hand. Dane dropped a ten into her outstretched palm, although privately he knew he probably would have paid about three times that to see Gigi suckling away at Kendra's bared breasts with an expression of mindless devotion on her blankly hypnotized face. "…how did you do it?" he asked at last, still keeping his tone hushed and unable to wring the awe fully from it while he watched Gigi's lips thoughtlessly pursing around the stiff nipple in her mouth.

Kendra chuckled. "Honestly? She did about half of it to herself." Her tone, in contrast to Dane's, was wry and conversational, clearly holding no concern that she might accidentally rouse her roommate from her entranced state. "We were watching some stupid TV show one night in the dorms, and there was this scene where the evil spymaster had captured a double agent and put her in front of a hypnosis machine to make her betray her allies or something. And I thought it was silly and boring, so I turned to say something to Gigi, and she was, like… fascinated. Really fascinated, like she couldn't look away from the screen. She came out of it once they stopped showing the spiral, but I could tell something about that got to her."

She moved Gigi's head from one breast to the other, and even though she sounded casual the way her nipple stood up told Dane this was probably getting her motor running at least a little. "So I found a gif of a spiral that looked just like the one on the TV show, and the next night I made a joke about finding a clip from that series she liked so much and I showed it to her. And, like, I barely even had to do anything. She just started staring, and because it was a gif it just kept going round and round and she never had a chance to really think about what she was doing. She just kind of got lost in it. After that it was just a matter of talking to her in a soothing voice. Pretty soon she was just nodding along to everything I said."

Dane was getting so hard he practically wanted to rub one out right there in the middle of the living room, but as weird as the situation was he still felt like it would be kind of creepy to jack off to it. "And y'know, I put a trigger in there so I could drop her whenever I wanted, and I made her forget it ever happened, and every once in a while I got her to have a little, um, fun with me." Kendra gave a sheepish little shrug, as though she wasn't describing the process of brainwashing her roommate into an obedient sex toy. "And, like, I never have to do chores anymore, so that part's nice. Why did you ask? Did you want to learn how to do it too, or did you want to try going under for me?" Dane's cheeks reddened under his blond beard, as he discovered he kind of wanted both… and in the moment, he wasn't entirely sure which he desired more.