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make me embrace the traditional gender roles.

make me your personal free use slut.

make me love cock more than any woman.

make me dumb and needy.

make me betray my beliefs.

You were a little worried first

When you noticed how easily things slipped out of your mind

But not anymore

You don’t worry now

It feels good to forget

Feels light

Feels happy

Things just slip out

Barely takes any effort at all to make you forget

Feels good to forget

Feels weak

Feels helpless

Feels good to forget

Remembering is hard

It’s like thinking

Good girls don’t think

Feels good to forget

Feels empty

Feels safe

Good girl

girls are objects

objects don't have rights

girls don't have rights

Obey

Drop

Doll

When you realised what it was your friend was showing you you’d managed to get off the sofa. You’d made to stand, but your legs hadn’t listened and so you’d fallen. On all fours you did your best to crawl away.

But your friend was right there.

“Where are you going?” She asks. She sounds confused, honestly confused. Like she can’t work out why you’re doing what you’re doing. 

You know it’s too late for her. Can’t help her now. Just need to get away.

She grabs you. She’s stronger than she looks. Much stronger. She pulls you back.

“Just watch,” your friend said, voice so calm, so happy.

She was holding up. She’d pulled you back and pulled you up onto your knees, facing the screen. Holding your head so you can’t look away. Your eyes are still shut though. Shut so tight. You’re not looking. You can’t. You won’t.

Your friend kisses the back of your head. You whimper.

Even with your eyes shut you can see the flashing. Over and over. You can’t close your eyes any tighter and you can’t stop it and you can’t turn away. You can’t look. You know you can’t look. You know what will happen if you do. You can’t.

But…

Would a little peek hurt…?

“Open your eyes…” your friend coos and you whimper again.

You can’t. You can’t. You can’t.

The flashing is getting brighter. Your eyes are already starting to open. A flash of panic, then a sense of calm. It’ll just be a peek. Just quickly. Just quickly then shut again. You can do that. You’ll be okay. You’ll be okay and then you can save your friend. Just for a second. Just a peek.

You open your eyes.

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Your friend stopped holding your head minutes ago, but you didn’t notice.

Even if you had, you wouldn’t have understood why. Why would she need to hold you? You were staring. You were a good girl. You were mindless. You were blank. You were dropping deeper. You knelt and stared and the damp patch between your legs grew and everything felt perfect.

“See? Much better,” your friend says, and you smile.

You don’t look away this time.

One

By

One.

You opened up your dms. A text from master along with a spiral. Your brain goes fuzzy as you stand up, you don’t remember where you went but before you knew it you were at a doorstep. You were confused how you got there until your master pulled out his dick.

You dropped to your knees as he backed up. Obediently you followed him on your hands to the bedroom where he has even more funny pictures all over the room

Everywhere you looked you felt fuzzier and fuzzier until Masters cock was in your face. You didn’t hear what he said but your eyes glazed over.

Your mouth never left his dick and your eyes never left the spirals. Brainwashing you into the perfect suck slave for him. You needed to suck, obey, swallow the man in front of you.

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