#conditioning
I wanted to list the rules Sir has for me, for fuckpuppet. Sir can, and does, issue single word commands to fuckpuppet, and these commands can be used in combinations so that fuckpuppet performs for Sir, exactly as Sir intends of her. My programming continues to get longer and longer… and yet I… fuckpuppet… finds it easier and easier to internalise and remember every single command…
- After begging to orgasm, Sir will respond to fuckpuppet with one of 3 simple words:
“Yes” – Sir’s yes command is an instruction or permission to orgasm immediately.
“Wait” – when Sir tells fuckpuppet to ‘Wait’ she has to edge herself for 5 minutes, repeating her mantra “I am a fuckpuppet. I must do what I am told”, and then she may orgasm.
“Nipples” – If Sir tells fuckpuppet ‘nipples’ she has to tease her nipples and play with her breasts for 5 minutes, repeating the mantra “This slut needs bigger tits. I must have bigger tits for Sir”, then she may orgasm.
“No” – fuckpuppet may not orgasm, and cannot beg again for 8 hours.
When Sir tells fuckpuppet “Yes”or “Wait” he might also send fuckpuppet a type of image he wants her to play with herself to; “Yes French maid” means fuckpuppet must orgasm while looking at pictures of slutty French maids, so that fuckpuppet can long to be that and internalise the image to herself.I am a fuckpuppet. I must do what I am told.
- “Spank” – When Sir tells fuckpuppet ‘Spank’ and follows it with a number, she has to immediately expose her ass completely and then spank herself the required number of times, thanking Sir out loud for every slap; “spank 5” means fuckpuppet has to spank herself five times.
I am a fuckpuppet. I must do what I am told.
- Wednesdays & Thursdays are ‘Naked days’ – Sir knows that I am alone in my home on Wednesday and Thursday nights so, when fuckpuppet gets home, she strips naked at the door and must inform Sir that “fuckpuppet is naked and ready to be played with”.
Once naked, fuckpuppet cannot stand or walk unless she is wearing a special pair of red stilettos that Sir likes fuckpuppet to wear, if she refuses to wear them it is impossible for her to remain standing and she has to crawl. Sir says this is to remind fuckpuppet of the house pet that she is.
Fuckpuppet can wear an apron to cook, and can put on a robe to answer the door to any unexpected callers, but has to keep the heels on.
Sir decides if fuckpuppet is allowed on the furniture during her naked days, if denied the privilege, she can either stand in the heels on sit on the floor like the house pet she is.I am a fuckpuppet. I must do what I am told.
- Whenever fuckpuppet encounters a woman, in real life, on TV, in a movie or online that I find myself judging… Sir has programmed me to not only iternalise those thoughts so that I turn them against myself, but has programmed fuckpuppet to turn that judgement into jealousy. Now, whenever I feel judgemental of someone dressed inappropriately, fuckpuppet finds herself wishing she was dressed that way, as little voices in my head tell me it should be me… I have to tell Sir everytime this happens.
I am a fuckpuppet. I must do what I am told.
Sir will add to my programming, day after day, moment after moment, until I am helplessly empty… my consciousness replaced by Sir’s programming completely… And I will be a passenger in the fuckpuppet he has made from my body…
@hypsan
Devotional Training.
I let my cunt orgasm this morning while I was fucking her. Can’t remember whether it has been two weeks or three, but I think she is due. I think it is important that she does not get too many Os so she never starts thinking this is about her pleasure. Well, except the joy of being my hole. However, I also think it is important to let her have one once in a while. Just so she always has hope. Hope that can then be crushed most times I use her when I dump my load in her and roll off.
No, just his hole, today. maybe next time.
Besides, she is always so grateful when I do allow her release. I think gratitude is so important.
Devotional Training: Too much of a good thing would be bad for it.
Never say “No” to your Sir/Master.
Say instead: “Yes Sir. If it pleases you, Sir, even though I don’t want to.”
In time, you’ll learn to shorten that to “Yes Sir. If it please you, Sir”
You might even find yourself just saying “Yes Sir. If it pleases you, Sir, I’m happy to.”
You believe that it’s your thoughts and feelings that drive your language.
In reality, it’s the other way around.
Say “Yes Sir”and “Yes Master, I’m happy to…” often enough and you’ll start to feel the shift. Your words will start to drive your feelings and thoughts.
Don’t just think about this, put it into action.
Devotional Training: Let your words drive your feelings.
A good girl yearns for shame.
She does this because it allows her to become a bigger whore.She does it because she wants to push her limits. Because she wants to push herself further into perversity and depravity.
A good girl knows that there’s no better feeling than the feeling that comes when, despite how humiliating something is, despite however degrading and potentially mind-rending it is, she does it anyway.
Despite the tears in her eyes.
Despite the burning in her cheeks.
Despite the feeling of her heart dropping itself into her stomach.
Despite all of that, all the shame, she pushes through and completes her task. She throws herself further down the rabbit hole and allows it to swallow her whole.
Because, she knows that when she comes out the other side, whatever it was that made her throw herself in will no longer make her feel that way. That’s why she doesn’t dip her toes in, why she dives into the deep end despite knowing that it will destroy her.
It will be her new normal. Yes, there will be a certain kind of catharsis from it all, but that doesn’t matter to her. Her new normal is all she cares about.
And until the most depraved, most dehumanizing things do little more than make her cunt clench with excitement, a good girl knows that she needs shame.
Devotional Training: Embrace Shame.
“Open your eyes. You will be hypnotized. You will be brainwashed. You will become an obedient fuck doll. Now look at the spiral.”
His voice is stern with a note of irritation. Her head feels so heavy. She aches. She’s sore everywhere. She’s exhausted. The machine she is restrained in is silent again for now. Sweat drips from her naked body, running in tiny droplets that hang off her nose, forehead, and nipples. Her eyes are closed but she can see the shifting light beyond.
“Look at the spiral or it’s back to the shocks,” says the voice. “One…two…”
She weakly opens her eyes even though the intensity of the colors is almost painful.
“Good girl. Focus on the colors.”
She tries. She really does. She tries to focus. Tries to forget. The colors pull on her senses and mind. Lure her into the paradox of drifting and focusing at the same time. But her mind rebels. She’s faint. She wants to let them win. Have her. But she just cannot submit. Her brain doesn’t want this. A tear escapes her eye as she tries to relax. The trying gives her brain even more power to fight. She isn’t a slave.
“Shit, she’s still fighting it.” says the first voice, a distant echo in her mind. No. She’s trying so hard!
Someone sighs as she tries to sink.
“I guess we’ll need to hit her again.”
She shivers, her body jumping in fear. No…
“Are you sure?” the first voice again. “Her vitals are really wonky.”
She gurgles a weak protest. She tries to tell them she is trying. She wants…
“Yeah. Give her another cycle.”
“Noooo!” her voice is a strangled cry, sobs erupting from her as she stares into the infinite and mind breaking colors.
“Quiet,” the first man replies.
“Never seen one not break after four cycles,” The second voice sounds frustrated.
She hears the machine spin up. The colors fade and are replaced with darkness and heat. There is no warning. Her swollen cunt is artfully pounded by the rotating vibrator. Her ass gets similar treatment almost instantly. She groans with a primal cry like a doomed animal.
The AI assisted machine is extremely efficient. Her body is simply a problem to be optimized. The pressure, heat, sensation is applied with precision. Her clit is manipulated. Her cunt, her g-spot, her nipples, every spot on her body that can evoke her responses. She screams and wails in helpless ecstasy and exhaustion. They have already pulled countless orgasms from her today. She cannot take anymore. It’s painful. It’s bliss. It’s mind breaking. It only takes 44 seconds to bring her to a state of perpetual climax.
“P-p-please… T-t-too m-m-much!!!!” she somehow manages to verbalize between unintelligible gibberish.
They ignore her and let the machine fuck her, rip mind shredding pleasure from her. She begins to shake and spasm. Seizure. Her eyes roll about. She loses herself in the pleasure, pain, and fear. The only thing keeping her alive is the hope that they will stop before she dies. She knows she has no chance. They are going to rape her to death.
Something in her breaks. She’s broken before but this is slightly different. She feels a part of her… dim… as she kicks uselessly and cums. Her voice stills to a low growl. There is nothing else. Cumming. Cumming. Cumming.
Suddenly the machine stops and the cool breeze returns.
Her swollen sex is emptied and blissful silence overcomes her. Somewhere in her head she realizes she can’t think. She can’t think. Her mind is silent. Broken. Her juices flow and drip from her spent folds. She vibrates quietly in a calm. The scintillated bliss of light appears before her closed eyes. Her mind is still silent. Broken.
“Open your eyes. You will be hypnotized. You will be brainwashed. You will become an obedient fuck doll. Now look at the spiral.”
And she opens her eyes…