ugh i get so dumb when i go through your blog sir… just thinking about being your dumb brainless toy who exists only for your pleasure <3
You can feel my grip on your brain, can't you? Tendrils of pleasure slipping between the folds and making you melt in ecstasy. You like the way I play with your mind as you just writhe beneath my touch. It feels good to be mindfucked. It feels so good to give in. Then you hear the
POP!
The light goes out behind your eyes. Your body goes limp and you start to drool as you watch me carry your brain away. I lower the quivering pink mound of flesh into a jar and the liquid inside rushes in. You can't think. You can't move. You can only watch as I set the jar up on a shelf just beyond your field of vision.
There's something so erotic about being truly brainless. Without your brain, your holes just leak so they can be used. You flop down onto the bed and I can watch your body begging to be used, even if you can't properly enjoy it. I take my time, enjoying the way your empty fleshlight of a form performs its purpose automatically. I empty my balls deep inside you and then I roll you over to look into your glassy eyes.
Your ears hear me talking. You watch my cock deflating and glistening with your mess. You understand nothing because you really are just an object. I can't leave you like this too long or you might forget how to swallow, but I'm enjoying just how useless you are for everything but my pleasure like this.
Your eyes light up when you're back in your body. All the sensations, the words, the memories of the moments between brainless and brainwashed come rushing back. You don't remember your name, your address, who you were before or what you wanted to be. The jar took all that away. But you remember how good it felt to be empty and then full and then empty and then full...
You catch yourself absently sucking Daddy back to hardness and you giggle when you realize what an airhead you've been. You get down on all fours and offer your holes again and try to answer Daddy's questions.
What was it like?
How did it feel?
How do you feel now?
What are you thinking?
Of course, you're not really thinking. You're saying what's true between moans and shudders as your body rewards you for being useful. You're just a brain in an obedient body, a necessary part to keep getting Daddy off. But you're glad you don't remember. You're glad you don't really think. You're glad your eager holes tell you exactly how the words you say affect Daddy so you don't have to stop babbling. Maybe you can't stay brainless all the time, but you can be a bubbly, brainwashed bundle of pretty, programmed, plowable fuckmeat and that feels pretty good too.
When Daddy is done, you smile gratefully up at him as he tucks you in and kisses your forehead. You know you're just a doll, but your programming is so pleased when he pretends that you're not. The lid on your box closes and you're too worn out to really move. You just close your eyes and set about the task he gave you. You aren't quite sure how to form O-pin-yuns, but you're sure your fuckholes will give you something to say by morning. Until then, you just need to dream of Daddy and everything will be okay.
