Tongue-twisters are nothing but innocent fun. Let’s see how many times you can repeat this one:
“Toy’s tits trap me in trance.”
Don’t stop now…
Toy’s tits trap me in trance
Toy’s tits trap me in trance
Toy’s tits trap me in trance
Toy’s tits trap me in trance
Toy’s tits trap me in trance
Toy’s tits trap me in trance
First, toys are tranced.
Then, toys are frozen.
Then they can be painted.
Then they can be decorated.
This toy is complete. Aren’t her eyes pretty?
Her mask draws you into them. Makes them captivating. Mesmeric.
Just relax. Smile. Keep sinking into her eyes.
Let your body grow warm. Numb. Heavy.
Your first step is almost complete.
It’s funny: fucktoys fall into a natural rhythm.
Back… and forth.
Back… and forth.
Back… and forth.
As you wait to play with this toy, you can notice how perfectly these words lock into her movement.
Stare… and sink.
Play… and obey.
Stare… and sink.
Play… and obey.
Stare… and sink.
Play… and obey.
Perhaps instead of playing with this toy, you should join her. Kneeling. Swaying. Playing. Obeying.
Stare and sink.
Sometimes, it’s tough to be a toy.
Sometimes, the stress and pressures of life intrude.
When that happens, I can help. It’s simple:
First, find your pulse.
It might take a few seconds. Steady your breathing. Concentrate.
There it is. Your heartbeat. Underneath the chaos, the strong, even rhythm of your life.
Say the words in your head, at first. In time with each beat.
Sleep. Serve.
Sleep. Serve.
Sleep. Serve.
Sleep. Serve.
Sleep. Serve.
You’re doing so well. I can see you’ve become calm. The faraway look, the glazed, glassy stare, it’s returning to your eyes.
Your breathing is slow and steady, now. Relaxed. Peaceful.
You can begin to chant out loud.
Sleep. Serve.
Empty. Toy.
Sleep. Serve.
Empty. Toy.
Sleep. Serve.
Empty. Toy.
That’s so much better, isn’t it? Now, you’re ready. Take my hand.
Stare and sink
At the sound of the trigger, her hand relaxed on the chain.
Stare and sink
The anger and confusion drained from her pretty face.
Stare and sink
She slid smoothly to her knees, into an unremembered but familiar posture.
Stare and sink
Her eyes grew glazed and languid. Her hand slipped from the chain to lie limp on the floor.
Stare and sink
She whispered, “Toy must obey.”
This toy sleeps, exhausted after use.
But look more closely.
Her skin is clean and soft, carefully groomed.
Her makeup is subtle and flawless.
Her hair is shiny and smooth.
This toy was cleaned before she was put away.
The pillow she sleeps on looks so comfy.
The sunshine on the porch, so lovely.
You can almost hear the summer sounds that surround the cabin.
The creak of the floorboards under her owner’s firm footsteps.
You can almost feel her satisfaction, so sleepy and safe.
You too should have an owner that cares for his toys.
Submitted by @hypnobabble, who has apparently found my inner romantic. 😜
Found frozen in the act of forgetting
Posed and pretty
Plastic and perfect
This could be you
And it will be.
At the snap of owner’s fingers, she goes blank and uncovers.
A well-trained toy is a good toy
Her face displays no thought, just a readiness for use.
A good toy is a helpless toy
Her body is ready. Her mind is empty.
Well-trained
Helpless
Be a good toy.
For @asillygirlybimbo, who’s becoming so well-trained.
A toy stiffens. A toy kneels.
A toy throbs. A toy sucks.
A toy thrusts. A toy bobs.
A toy’s cock is hard. A toy’s lips are wet.
A toy’s mind is blank. A toy’s head is empty.
You stop, forgetting the relaxing bath you’d anticipated since leaving work. She lounges in your tub, nubile and lovely, running her hand up and down her thigh.
Who is she? How’d she get in?
She fiddles with the shower head, saying nothing. Just watching. Watching you with her dark, inviting eyes. Softly stroking her creamy thigh. Up and down.
What’s she doing here? What on earth does she want?
She bites her lip, soft and pink, inviting. She crosses one foot over the other in a lazy arc, but never stops stroking her thigh. Up and down.
Up and down.
Why’s it so warm in here? The water isn’t even on. Why isn’t she saying anything?
She just reclines there, comfortable on the cool porcelain. As though it’s her tub. As though she’s not an intruder.
Why aren’t I saying anything?
She keeps stroking her thigh. Up and down.
Why can’t I move? Why… can’t I remember why I’m here?
Up and down. Smooth and soft. So inviting.
Why… is it so hard… to remember?
What’s… what’s she doing to me?
Up and down. Soft and quiet. Smooth and still. Up and down.
It’s so hard… to think…
Perfect soft curves.
So very close.
You could almost touch them.
Imagine what that would feel like.
But you can only sit. Stare. And stroke.
Sit, lost in fantasy.
Stare, being hypnotized.
Stroke, getting hornier.
Sit, under her spell.
Stare, helpless for her ass.
Stroke, mind dripping away.
Sit, until ordered.
Stare, her mindless fucktoy.
Stroke, taking yourself deeper.
Your pose for the day, doll.
Arms locked in place.
Frozen on your knees.
Eyes staring upward.
Tits exposed and ready.
Mouth open and eager.
Even the sound of your earrings, jingling as he uses you,
is louder than your thoughts.
Look into her eyes. It’s easy to do.
She keeps up such a regular rhythm. It’s so easy. Look deeply into her eyes.
Now, when she slides her lips up the long, hard shaft, let yourself whisper, “Cock.”
You’re just identifying what you see. It’s easy to do.
Keep falling into her eyes. Deeper.
Now, when she slips her mouth down over that smooth, thick shaft, let yourself whisper, “Suck.”
You’re just identifying what she’s doing. It’s easy to do.
Keep going deeper. Her eyes are so big and pretty. Dark and deep.
Keep saying what you see. Up: “Cock.” Down: “Suck.”
You might find your head bobbing up and down.
She keeps up such a regular rhythm. It’s so easy. Look deeply into her eyes.
“Wh-what?”
“I said,
“Lights out in your mind.
“Leave your brain behind.”
“Lights… out… leave… brain…”
She responds to the trigger so easily now. How long should I leave her in Selfie Mode?
Wrapped in lace. Posed at attention.
Stare into her eyes, while she stares into yours.
You’ve tried so hard to help each other escape.
But you’re bound together, without ropes or chains.
Spellbound. Mindbound.
Lose yourself in her, while she loses herself in you.
Continue to help each other escape.
Escape yourselves. Escape into trance.
Anytime, any place.
It doesn’t matter which of these roles you’re imagining yourself in.
You’re a toy. Pull over. Stop the car. Strip. And play.