Toys know their place
Sitting back, cock hard, eyes closed, mind melted.
Toys know their place
Kneeling down, mouth open, eyes glazed, brain blank.
You know your place
Toys know their place
Sitting back, cock hard, eyes closed, mind melted.
Toys know their place
Kneeling down, mouth open, eyes glazed, brain blank.
You know your place
Follow her ass, round and round
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
Follow his cock, round and round
Never stopping, always dropping
Follow her ass, round and round
Staring and sinking is better than thinking
Follow his cock, round and round
Never stopping, always dropping
Follow her ass, round …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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?
"The higher the heels," she whispered, "the better it feels."
Couldn't remember how she'd got there, but she leaned against the wall, so weak, legs trembling, so unused to the towering shoes that bound her body and ruled her mind.
"The higher the heels, the better it feels..."
She hoped …