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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
“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 …
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.
“They aren’t a cult.”
Quinn sounded so matter-of-fact about it. She always did these days; I seemed to be the crazy one, the unreasonable one, always losing my shit. Screaming, sobbing, accusing her new “friends” of changing her, somehow, brainwashing her, for some inscrutable purpose.
It sounded crazy. I …
They’d called it Club Emerald. It had been cute, just the three of them: Erica, Janey, and Reese. Friends since grade school, when it was easy to make friends for silly reasons like you all had the same colour eyes. Beautiful, haunting green eyes that followed Reese long after …
“Wait, you already added the compound to the pool?”
“Yes, Nat. Only ten parts per million... But you know what that can do, don’t you? You formulated it.”
“Well, yes, it will... it will... my legs... feel so... warm”
“I’m sure they do, Nat. Warm and weak.”
“Warm …
Did you like that, Mistress? I love doing that to you. Making you moan. Making you cum. I love how you go limp after, Mistress. When we hold each other like this, how you murmur and your eyelids flutter and you get so relaxed...
So warm... you’re so warm …
“That world? Out there?”
“Yes. The one you left behind, for me. Does it still entice you?”
“...It’s pretty, you know. The sunset, I mean.”
“You’re pretty. Beautiful, actually. Perfect. Seeing you like this... I couldn’t resist you.”
“That’s funny. And then you asked me to …
She hadn’t meant to barge in. But the party was so noisy, and so boring, and she’d had too much to drink... She needed quiet, just for a moment, so she had run upstairs—to the extent you could run in heels on over-plush carpet—and didn’t …
The first rule of the job was, don’t get attached. But.
It was one-way glass, of course. He knew that, and knew that not only was she unaware of his existence, every hour she spent in the white room removed her awareness of her world, her past, her self …