#conditioning kink

Before coming here ✨

And while he’s busy he gave you one simple rule: rub your cunt until he says stop. So you keep going. Your clit so sensitive it feels like it’s vibrating on its own. Coated in your own juices, dripping onto the floor, drifting in and out of a haze of exhaustion and overstimulation. You want to beg him to let you cum, or just to let you rest, but you know better.

You’re just background noise to him. A sex toy he left running while he focuses on things too complicated for you to understand. So you keep those fingers moving, because you’re his good little fuck doll.

I never tell you outright to change. I don't even criticize. I simply give or withhold praise.

"I like that color on you"

"I like that softer eyeliner"

"That shorter hem makes your legs look amazing"

"your tits look great from that angle"

"I love when you do that with your tongue"

Over years your wardrobe turns over into only things I like. your hair is grown and styled to My preference. your piercings and tattoos are in places and of things I prefer. your movements in bed are all orbiting the ways that you can please Me best.

I don't need to force you. Force has its place but it's barbaric and it's temporary.

No, to permanently take what I want from you, I just course correct your mind a fraction of a degree at a time. Imperceptible, until one day you no longer see who you used to be.

like, the idea of pimping you out to my friends for some quick cash. branding you with a hot iron so that everyone is aware who you belong to, no matter how much they wish you were theirs.

coercing you to send me your nudes, full body, or specific shots - face blurred out, or maybe not depending on the price (because your privacy isn’t yours anymore) and then selling them to perverted strangers on tumblr to jack off to.

like being conditioned to get just a little sleepier with every click, a little slower, a little dumber. Drifting into puppy space like normal, but just a little deeper. Always knowing the click, click, click is a reward but not understanding why it feels so much better than it used to

At first you resist. You cry, struggle, and try to fight back against it.

But the routine never stops. Day after day he rapes your cunt, uses you, feeds you his cum and leaves you empty until the next time. Slowly your thoughts start to blur. Words become harder. Resistance feels pointless. Mind grows quieter and dumber. You stop thinking about escape and start waiting for the next time you feel used.

Eventually you're too broken and empty to function without it, crawling to him with glassy eyes and begging mindlessly in a stupid voice: