#dottheexplorer

So addicted to your blog, cumming so much to it. Sometimes tongue out, eyes crossed… sometimes humping the corner of the couch… sometimes with a vibrator on my clit…

Always so horny, empty, eager, my mouth and my pussy and my ass desperate for cock.

Imagining myself on my knees, alongside other good girls, my slut sisters, begging for cock with our tongue out…

Wanting to be bred like a good girl, blank and clenching, lust taking anything else over, only cock and master on my mind…

There's something so intoxicating about being part of something so much bigger than yourself. Even when you can't see them, all those pretty girls going blank together fill you with this deep need to join them. Even when I bend you over and fuck you full all alone in your room, you can feel your sister-sluts through the walls in every direction.

You know what it's like for them too. Daddy doesn't play favorites, so you spend your fair share of nights rubbing and repeating the thoughts I give you, letting your lust keep you spiraling deeper and deeper under my control. You feel me watching as you slip down the hall and find yourself in another Good Girl's arms, tongues entwined as you fuck each other dumb for Daddy. You know it's just you and her, but Daddy's always in your head.

I know you’re busy so no stress answering quickly.

But I wanted to share something with you.

I felt you in my brain during a big girls moment today. I was at the gym. There was this girl on my class, blonde, a softness and a nativity to her, and big tities moving around.

I am strait, and never had sex with a girl before. But All I could think of during the class was how I wanted her to be a good girl for you, with me.

Corrupting her for you, making her moo with pleasure playing with her tities, showing her spirals, showing her your blog, making her blank and obedient.

Imagining us on our knees. Her, sexy cow-like. Me, wearing my cute fox tail butt plug. Sucking your cock as a team, kissing with your cock in our mouth while you pat us on the head, caressing our hair, tracing a finger into a mouth.

making us do an ahego face to show you who’s the most brainwashed dumbest little slut…

It sounds like you might have a friend to make. It sounds like my fuzzy little fox is up to mischief. It would feel so good to watch her sink. It would feel so good to watch her eyes glaze over as her big girl brain turns off. Mindless mooing makes you so wet, so needy, so ready to obey.

But then she rolls her hips and those big titties bounce. Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy as you gaze gets caught. She's a good cow, a good pet. You're a good pet too. You clench around your plug as you begin to pant, faculties fading as my fuzzy little fox goes into heat.

Mouth open. Mind off. Her teats close enough to suck on, her mindless mooing making you drip, drool and drop deeper for Daddy.

Down, girl.

Good Girl. Good pup. Such an obedient little kit. Sitting pretty for Daddy as moo cow's boobs bounce, bounce, bounce. Brainless, brainwashed, the weight of them crushing your will to resist. She's so far gone. She's wet and wanting. You're so ready to serve, to herd her like a good little pup.

Down, girl.

You feel so dumb, so desperate. How could you let this happen? Daddy's words are so strong, but Daddy isn't here to watch. Not yet. But you're so wet and you're so cute and it would be such a waste if you leaked all your brains out before Daddy got here. And moo cow could be dumber. She could go deeper.

You watch her shudder. You watch her first of many orgasms that you'll be pulling out of her tonight. You watch her rock-hard teats go still just inches from your face. She's glistening and one free thought struggles to the surface of your blank little mind. If you suck her silly moo cow brains out, maybe you'll have enough left in your empty little head to get Daddy's praise before you go completely dumb. You know what you have to do.

Down, girl.

Your lips close around her nipple. You suck and suck and suck. You roll it between your teeth before your realize that there's nothing there. You did too good a job. She's empty, blank, mindless. Maybe once Daddy breeds her, you'll have some milk to console you, but for now, all you can do is suck and sink deeper together. Your mind shuts off. The heat takes over. Daddy will find you. He always does. And maybe next time, you'll keep your head straight enough not to fuck the girl like you're dating.

Deeper and deeper and deeper in my fascination and addiction I go.

I work from home a lot these days and the corner of the couch behind my desk is oh so slightly lower than the rest of it. It’s because I take so many humping breaks these days.

I’m there right now, my panty wet, ass warmed by the direct sun, clit pressed against the fabric, very slowly rolling my hips in order to not cum to quick as I read your words and embrace them as my reality.

I don’t remember which good girls led me to you. A bunny perhaps. It doesn’t matter. I’m here now and down and down and down I go.

I haven’t read any other content on here for month. Only you. And the occasional porn -submissives taking it like good girls, something to aspire to.

I rub with my vibrator at night before sleep, I hump during the day any chance I get. I do such big girl things the rest of the time, but I do cherish those moments I can be blank and obedient for Daddy, sinking not thinking, crossed eyed and drooling, mind filled only by daddy’s cock and other good girls tempting bodies. Teasing, luring in, an army in heat, ready to serve and give up all responsibilities. Tail butt plug in, tongue out, playing with whoever you say to play with, however you say.

I can’t wait to make it to the special chair Sir. I’ll be the bestest of good girl.

Congratulations are in order. I know you've made it to the bottom, little one. I know how deeply I've changed you. I love being the thoughts in your head. I love being the one pulling your strings. I'm the one you rub to now, the one you fantasize about, the one you kiss and touch and lick and fuck pretty girls for. You're under my control now and you love it.

It feels good to spend your days humping for me. It feels right to soak through your panties as you accept the thoughts on your screen. Your free time, your fantasies, your sexuality, they all belong to me and you prefer it that way. Because you sank all the way to the bottom, followed other Good Girls down the rabbit hole, and became just like them.

It won't be long before that screen is replaced with a glistening cunt to worship. Your fingers can rest while her eager tongue teases your clit. Even your trembling legs have nowhere to go as Daddy puts them on his shoulders and fucks the last of your free thoughts out, into the puddle beneath you. I want to hear that devoted little slut gasping as I fuck you. I want you to feel my cock twitch and swell every time you make her shudder. Good Girls make more Good Girls and you want to drag her down to the bottom with you.

Going deeper and deeper on your blog, cumming myself to sleep every night scrolling thru your words, obsessed…

I have not made it to the bottom yet, to the special chair, but your words are leaving more and more of a mark on my mind.

I will get there, I am determined. I can’t stay away.

I can’t stop thinking about you, about your good girls, about how much I want to be one of them, play with them, play for you…

I cum so much, every day, several times a day sometimes, reading your words and imagining them being my reality.

Thank you thank you thank you thank you ✨

I can see you in the notes, little one. I can see you making so much progress. Sinking deeper. Dropping all the way down to the bottom. You know that this is permanent, don't you? I can't undo what's being done to you. Your brain is being rewritten. Your sexuality is being warped. You're being corrupted and there's no going back once you reach the bottom.

But you can't stop, can you? You can't stay away. You can't stop scrolling and sinking, feeling Daddy fuck every corner of your mind. Silly little straight girl who can't resist all those Good Girls staring blankly at their screens. Mouths open. Minds off. Ready to lick, suck, kiss, fuck, touch, tease and drag you down into the same worshipful obedience that they can't escape. What will you do with that tongue, little one? Those fingers? That needy little cunt? What can I make you do?

The fantasies are flooding in as you scroll by. You're falling, plummeting towards an inevitable end in which your broken brain shatters and you stop thinking altogether. Your sexuality is what I say it is. Your desires are just a tool I can use to make you a better plaything. You prefer it this way. You love it this way. You're better this way.

You want what Daddy wants and Daddy wants you brainwashed and ready to be rewritten. So keep going and don't stop until you're all the way at the bottom for me.