Toy’s tits, can’t resist
Trance for tits, can’t resist
Trained by tits, can’t resist
Toy for tits, can’t resist
Submitted by @map72
Toy’s tits, can’t resist
Trance for tits, can’t resist
Trained by tits, can’t resist
Toy for tits, can’t resist
Submitted by @map72
They were calling her, back to the shore.
She had almost escaped. She’d made it further than she’d let herself imagine, almost to the water’s edge. Almost to the deep, black bliss of freedom.
They were calling her, the voices they’d installed in her head.
The water glittered, dazzling her. The way the lights they’d used kept her dazzled for days. She felt so sleepy, her body so heavy as it turned away. Away from the deep. Away from freedom.
They were calling her, back to the shore.
Her heavy feet carried her towards the van. The wind was chilly against her bare skin. A moment ago, staring at the dazzling water, she’d shivered. Now, she felt only a spreading warmth.
They were calling her, back to the shore.
They were calling her, back to where she belonged.
Submitted by @hypnobabble
French Maid Unit #9 is so pretty and posable, she’s mostly just used for decoration. She struts around the house, freezing into place on command. The other maids keep her hair teased out and her uniform pristine. She’s a very good role model for the pretty pets currently undergoing their own programming.
Oh, and before her programming? She was @entrancedpuppet. But that hardly matters now, does it? It certainly doesn’t matter to her. There’s only one thing she needs to know, and she’ll be the first to tell you:
Chores first, whores later.
Submitted by @entrancedpuppet - Submit to the Unit
Close your eyes and sink deeper.
Up and down. Suck and sink.
Close your eyes and drop deeper.
In and out. Toys don’t think.
Close your eyes and sink deeper.
Up and down. Suck and sink.
Close your eyes and slip deeper.
In and out. Toys don’t think.
Close your eyes and sink deeper.
Up and down. Suck and sink.
Close your eyes and sleep deeper.
Into trance. You can’t think.
Ugh why can't I cum i keep repeating it staring and sinking is better than sinking but i still can't cum
Thinking, pet. Staring and sinking is better than *thinking*. Keep repeating. Keep playing. Why would you want to cum? It’s so much better to let the waves of pleasure take you right to the edge over and over, washing your will away. Now, just repeat, forget and repeat. Stare and sink. Play and obey.
Do you like her? She’s stunning.
The thing is, some toys, like this one,
Are in use, even when not in use.
Let me explain.
See her clear, glassy eyes?
That’s right, you can stare.
She won’t move ’til commanded
She doesn’t know you’re even there.
See her glossy pink lips?
Imagine what they could do
You’re getting lost in the fantasy
She got lost there, too.
Sink to your knees for her
That’s right, just let go
You’ll be joining her shortly
That’s all you need to know.
Up and down
Slow, smooth strokes
Over and over
Mind goes blank
Up and down
Slow, smooth strokes
Over and over
Mind goes blank
Up and down
Forget who you are
Over and over
Slow, smooth strokes
Up and down
Forget what you’re doing
Over and over
Mind goes blank
Up and down
Forget your name
Over and over
Slow, smooth strokes
Up and down
You are a fucktoy
Over and over
Slow, smooth strokes
Suck cock
Head bobbing
Never stop
Mouth in use
Suck cock
Hand stroking
Never stop
Just a toy
Suck cock
Eyes empty
Never stop
Mind blank
Suck cock
How older maid units welcome new maid units.
@soyouwannabebrainwashed
Good girl, Unit #3.
French Maid Drones are very efficient. They have to be.
That’s how they’re programmed.
They have to perform all their tasks to perfection.
At the same time, though, they must always be sexy.
Ready to please. To be put on display.
French Maid Drones are useful, but they must also be pleasing.
A mindless servant, and a slutty pleasure doll.
Do you believe you can be both at once?
If you’ve got what it takes, submit to the Unit today.
Triggered toys spring into action
Show off your tits, no one can resist
Triggered toys spring into action
Show off your tits, no one can resist
Triggered toys spring into action
Show off your tits, no one can resist
Triggered toys spring into action
Show off your tits, no one can resist
French Maid Unit #7. She’s skinny, sexy, stupid, servile. She’s all that remains of @braindrainedbri.
When you’re done with your drinks, she’ll take them away.
When you tell her, she’ll stop, bend over, obey.
She’s just one more programmed fuckdoll. A sweet sister-drone.
Join the French Maid Unit, pet, and you’ll never be alone.
Submitted by @braindrainedbri - Source
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
Horny and wet, you’re a brainwashed pet
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
Stay blank and still, you’ve been drained of will
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
Empty and deep, dolly’s mind is asleep
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
This is perfection, now await your collection
Fin.
This story was written for @ladyandthetrance, inspired by, and using, pictures of her lovely self that she was gracious enough to share with us. Let’s thank her for being such a delightful member of our little kink community. ♥︎
What was going on?
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
What was… what was happening to her?
Continue to fall, you’re a mindless fuck-doll
Where… was she? Was this her house?
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
Why… was it so hard to think?
Continue to fall, you’re a mindless fuck-doll
Why was she so… so horny… and… couldn’t stop…
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
She couldn’t stop… playing… and couldn’t… couldn’t cum…
Continue to fall, you’re a mindless fuck-doll
Why couldn’t she… she had to… just needed… to keep… falling…
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
She had to just keep falling… becoming… becoming a…
Continue to fall, you’re a mindless fuck-doll
To be continued…
Created for @ladyandthetrance, using pictures of her lovely self that she was gracious enough to share with us.
So relaxed. She couldn’t move.
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
So horny. She couldn’t think.
Empty your mind, leave your old self behind
So entranced. Her eyes wouldn’t close.
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
So wet. Her hands were betraying her.
Empty your mind, leave your old self behind
So helpless. She saw only the spiral.
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
So blank. She was forgetting why she’d wanted to stop.
Empty your mind, leave your old self behind
To be continued…
Created for @ladyandthetrance, using pictures of her lovely self that she was gracious enough to share with us.
The spiral was riveting.
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
It was getting harder and harder to look away.
Stroke, sink, and play, toys must obey
She was paralyzed, and her body just kept getting more relaxed.
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
Except her pussy, which was demanding more of her dwindling attention.
Stroke, sink, and play, toys must obey
Her hands were moving on their own, she couldn’t stop.
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
At the first touch, electric even through her panties, she moaned.
Stroke, sink, and play, toys must obey
To be continued…
Created for @ladyandthetrance, using pictures of her lovely self that she was gracious enough to share with us.
Jess pressed herself into the corner, sinking to the floor. Fuck She’d forgotten about the mirror.
She’d run without thinking, desperate to get away. She might not escape the voices,
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
The moaning, mindless, relentless voices,
Play and obey, stroke your weak mind away
The voices might follow her, but at least she’d escape the spiral.
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
But she’d forgotten the mirror.
Play and obey, stroke your weak mind away
She stared. And sank. And soon, she turned. She pressed herself into the corner, sinking to the floor. She couldn’t escape the spiral.
To be continued…
Created for @ladyandthetrance, using pictures of her lovely self that she was gracious enough to share with us.
You broke the lock on the door, and that’s where you found her. Their treatments had left her unrecognizable. But you knew. You knew it was her. You’d beaten the lights and the sounds, the gas, the needles, all to find her. And now, together, you would escape.
The door clicked shut behind you. On the back was a mirror.
And when you saw how your hair and eyes had also drained of colour,
You forgot how to scream.