#conditioning
Rules That Make you a Better Toy:
- Never close your legs
- Never close your lips when in front of someone who might want to use you.
- Edge every moment you have. Wherever and whenever you can. From the moment you wake till you fall asleep.
- Never cum
- Find ways to make every everyday activity and life something something that torments, teases, humiliates, degrades or makes you suffer.
- Train your two primary holes. (Ass and throat)
- Study porn for new ways to degrade or abuse yourself for the entertainment of others. And practice them.
- Concentrate on always moving in ways that show off your body. Bend at the waist, arch your back, let them see your tits.
- Edge more
- Don’t fucking cum
- Repeat the things like the following as often as possible to yourself, especially while edging: I will never be good enough, always try harder, I am a pathetic toy, my only worth is pleasing others. You get the idea.
This will keep you horny, desperate and train your mind to never be far from what you want to be. And will make you a better all round toy. These are very good for self conditioning.
Devotional Training: Self Conditioning Tips.
When you really start to think of a ruined orgasm as a reward, and a real orgasm as a strange, unnecessary thing that almost never crosses your mind, you’re a good girl.
And you want to be a good girl, don’t you?This was suggested to me last night - a sort of permanent denial, punctuated with occasional ruined orgasms - and it scared me a little bit.
The more I think about it though, the more appealing and appropriate it seems. I mean, I’m here for your pleasure, not mine. What better way to teach me that than to never grant me pleasure?
Getting into the mindset described in the above text is a massive goal now. If you have tips on how to get there would be really appreciated!
Devotional Training: Be a good girl.
“Until mindless fuckdoll becomes a profession” - @muffmcmuffin. Interesting thought muffin…
Lizzie had an interview today. She felt prepared. Checking herself in the mirror one last time she was pleased with the professional but feminine look she had achieved. Form-fitting grey suit with a simple white shirt and shoes with a small heel, hair straightened and glasses on to ensure there was no question of her professionalism. Dress for the job you want they say.
The interview was with a training and development company. Small but growing quickly, from the research she had done Lizzie knew they had apparently revolutionised the way companies could outsource the training and development of their senior executives and management, although the details of what it was they did which was so new were not clear. She had sent her CV in application for the advertised position, and completed the online profiling the week before and was delighted to receive the response asking her to come in and meet with one of the partners in the business.
The building was not large and the contemporary design which mixed glass and shiny steel made Lizzie smile. The seemingly efficient receptionist asked her to take a seat in the small but plush lobby area and she had only sat down for a moment before being told she should “go through, 3rd door on the left down the corridor, Mr Matthews Office”.
Mr Matthews was behind his desk when she entered the room, and he smiled and stood to meet her and shake her hand. She did a quick appraisal. Quite young, not tall or particularly athletically built but by no means unattractive and he had a kind and open face with a nice smile. She was drawn to his eyes. They were deep green, soft rather than piercing and seemed to speak of character and intelligence. He asked her to take a seat and they begun the interview.
After 20 minutes Lizzie felt things were going well. She liked her interviewer who was friendly and funny and seemed to understand her frustrations in her current role. Then he asked if she knew what the company did. She had a momentary panic as she realised she could only give a very basic outline, but then relaxed again when his response was an assurance that not many people did know, and that part of their success was down to the company not sharing their methods with the market. He then offered to share what they did for their clients. Lizzie nodded enthusiastically. He began.
“Very simply we work with people to help them understand what they truly want in life, what will make them happy and then give them the tools to go out and achieve their goals. Most of us spend every day with so many filters and inhibitions between what we would like to do, and what we actually do and this can slow people down and even stop them achieving the results they want. The methods we use are mainly focused on self-realisation and include meditation, hypnosis and behaviour modification to really enable people to focus their activity on the things that really help them get where they are going. People who want to quit smoking go to hypnotists all the time and you have heard of NLP I am sure, the system people use to ‘reprogramme’ their minds to be more confident or more aggressive and generally more successful. We take those elements and go a step further, putting emphasis on the individual to drive their own development. You don’t look convinced?”
Lizzie suddenly realised she was frowning a little, and chastised herself. Must learn to hide my emotions better! “I think I am just trying to understand the process she said.” He smiled. Why don’t we try a session, so that you can experience this for yourself. Lizzie wasn’t sure she was comfortable with that. “You would have to go through the process to work for the company in any case”. She relented “sure” she said, attempting an enthusiastic smile. She couldn’t help liking her interviewer. He seemed nice and genuinely enthused about their work and had a certain manner about him which bordered on cheeky. In other circumstances she may even have given him her number. If he had asked. In any case she didn’t feel she had any reason not to trust him.
“Why don’t you come and sit here and make yourself comfortable. You may want to remove your jacket” he said pointing to a large brown leather single seat recliner. Lizzie stood up, removed her jacket and placed it on the chair she had been sitting on, before moving to the recliner and taking a seat.
“Now lay back, close your eyes and take a deep breath and hold it for a moment” Lizzie did so. “As you begin to release the air from your body, you may imagine all the tension you may be feeling in your body to flow out with the air. Good, does that feel relaxing? OK—why don’t we keep going with that” After a few more breaths Lizzie began to feel a little light headed and had sunk more deeply into the comfortable leather. “Now in a moment you may want to open your eyes. If you do so you should feel free to let them wander up to any point on the ceiling and when you are comfortable you can just focus on that for a moment so that you can continue to feel yourself sinking into the chair, releasing the tension from all of your muscles and listening to me help you find a more relaxed state.” Lizzie opened her eyes and looked up. She found a spot on the ceiling which didn’t stretch her eyes to look at and rested them on it. “You are doing very well. How do you feel?” Lizzie felt very relaxed and said so. “Ok good, let’s see if we can increase that relaxation. You may notice that as you continue to stare at that spot on the ceiling, and your breathing continues to come in deep slow breadths and you continue to listen to my voice that you eyes may start to feel a little strained. This is perfectly natural, as they must be getting tired staring at the same place. Let me know when you start to feel the tension in your eyes.” A few moments Lizzie said “now”.
“Ok, your natural instinct will be to close your eyes, but for the moment you may want to keep them open for as long as possible so that you can be as relaxed as possible. Although that tension is probably building as I speak and the urge to close your eyes grows with it. Your body knows that closing your eyes is what you do when you sleep and that you are at your most relaxed when you close your eyes, and you are now trying to fight against that. I imagine if I counted from 1 to 10 it would become more and more difficult to keep your eyes open, and that when I got to 10 you would have to close them and sink into a deeply relaxed state. 1. Feeling more and more relaxed now. 2. Noticing how heavy and tired your legs have started to feel. 3. Feeling that relaxation spreading up your torso and arms 4. Focusing on my voice and letting all other thoughts and sounds fade into the background. 5. sinking deeper into relaxation. 6. Feeling the tension only in your eyes and struggling to keep them open. 7. Feeling that wave of relaxation roll up your spine and spread across your shoulders. 8. Relaxing deeper and deeper with each breath as all your energy leaves your body. 9. Getting so close to being able to close your eyes, knowing the relief you feel when you close them will be so good. 10. Closing your eyes and dropping even deeper into relaxation as your entire being is completely relaxed.”
Lizzie closed her eyes with a sigh. She had never felt so relaxed. It was like she was floating on a cloud with no thoughts and only Mr Matthews’ voice to keep her anchored to the world. He spoke again. “How do you feel Lizzie?” “goooood” she replied drowsily. “You are now in a very safe place where there are no limits or filters and you can be completely honest with yourself and with me, without any inhibitions getting in the way. I imagine it feels wonderful to be so relaxed and so free.” It did and Lizzie just let herself float enjoying the feeling.
“Now, let’s begin our process ok?”
“OK” Lizzie replied.
“Let’s start with some questions about what it is you want from this job ok?”
“yes”
“Before we do that though, I think it is important to recognise that if you worked for me you would be required to show me the correct level of respect as your superior and so I think it is best if you call me Sir from now on ok?”
“Yes Sir”
“And when you do that you should feel good about being respectful and so you may find that whenever you call me Sir, you will feel a surge of pleasure sweeping through your body. Let’s try that now shall we?
As soon as Lizzie replied “Yes Sir” she felt a wave of pleasure sweep through her like a mini-orgasm. She smiled and relaxed even deeper.
“Good. Now according to the online profile you completed, you are not very good at making decisions. Is that correct?”
“Yes Sir” Lizzie replied. She wouldn’t usually agree with such a statement, especially in an interview, but her inhibitions had left her and she knew what Mr Matthews was saying was true.
“The role you have applied for does require the making of decisions on a daily basis. Would you enjoy that?”
“No Sir”
“So a more appropriate role may be one where the decisions we made for you? In fact a role where you didn’t have to think at all and just did as you were told would be even better wouldn’t it?”
Lizzie hesitated. Something about that didn’t sound right but at the same time she couldn’t argue with the logic. Sensing her hesitation he spoke again “relaxing even deeper, not worrying about right or wrong answers and focussing only on the truth, a role where you didn’t have to think at all and just did as you were told would be even better wouldn’t it?”
There was no hesitation this time as Lizzie let go of her concern and said “Yes Sir”
“Now we need to find something that you enjoy doing. I want to you remember the most pleasure you have ever felt, and find yourself returning to that feeling.”
Lizzie began to feel horny and she could feel an orgasm starting to build, she felt warm all over and the throbbing from her pussy quickly became intense.
“What are you feeling Lizzie?”
“Horny Sir, about to cum”
“So the thing you most enjoy is sex, is that right?”
“hmmm Yes sir”
“I am going to count to 5 and as I do your orgasm will build and the realisation of how much you enjoy having sex will become stronger until the moment you cum when the idea that you want to have sex as much as possible will become permanently etched in your brain. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir”
“1. feel it building 2. closer now 3. becoming so horny 4. nearly there 5.”
As Lizzie had the strongest orgasm of her life she felt the notion settle in her mind that she would most like to spend every day feeling that pleasure.
“Good Girl. Now it also says in your personality profile that you like to feel safe and protected. Is that right?”
“Yes Sir”
“And so if you are going to have a lot of sex it is probably safer if it is with just one person, correct?”
“Yes Sir”
“And if that person was also making decisions for you, would that be even better?”
“Yes Sir”
“Ok, very good. Lets recap you want a role where you don’t have to any thinking and just did as you were told, where you got to spend most of your time having sex with one person. Correct?”
“Yes Sir”
“and does that sound like the role you applied for?”
“No Sir”
“I have a suggestion of a role for you. Would you like to hear it?”
“Yes Sir”
“Personal Plaything—your role would be to be a sexual plaything with nothing in her mind but her owners cock. You would be required to be a mindless, obedient sex-toy. Does that sound like a role you would like?”
“Yes Sir”
“Tell me what you would like to be”
“A Mindless Obedient Sex-toy Sir”
“Ok Good. Repeat that, and each time you do feel it sink deeper into your unconscious and become more and more true.”
“I want to be a mindless, obedient, sex-toy, I want to be a mindless, obedient, sex-toy, I want to be a mindless, obedient, sex-toy, I want to be a mindless, obedient ,sex-toy, I want to be a mindless, obedient, sex-toy.
“Stop. Good girl. Now that we have found what role you are most suited to it is time for you to come out of this state of relaxation. I am going to count to 5 and with each count you will drift closer and closer towards awareness, opening your eyes and feeling completely refreshed at 5. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir”
Knowing that everything you have learnt today has made a permanent impression on you.
finding yourself becoming more aware
so pleased we found your ideal role
becoming more aware of your surroundings
wide awake and eyes open.
Lizzie opened her eyes. She felt so great knowing what it was she wanted to do. Mr Matthews spoke; “So are we agreed that this is perhaps not the right role for you then Lizzie?”
“Yes Sir, absolutely. I would be much more suited to a role which didn’t need me to think at all and where I could be a completely obedient sex toy”
“well, we do have a role of that kind as it happens. I am looking for a personal plaything. Would you like to interview for that tomorrow?”
“Yes please Sir”.
“Good—Then I will see you at 9AM back here in my office”
Lizzie had an interview today. She felt prepared. Checking herself in the mirror one last time she was pleased with the slutty and submissive look she had achieved. A tiny tartan micro-mini skirt which barely covered the curve of her arse, thin white cardigan which did nothing to hide the cleavage created by her black push up bra and a pair of stiletto striper heels ensured there was no question of her being professional. Dress for the job you want they say.
A stray thought slipped into her head about what her career path and ambitions may be, but she quickly dismissed it. Personal Playthings did not think about the future. Or anything at all, they just did as they were told and she wanted to be the best plaything she could be.
She slipped a thin coat over her outfit and set out for the interview. Entering Mr Matthews office, she removed her coat and hung it up behind the door, then sunk to her knees and crawled across the floor to his desk. When she reached it she leaned back on her heels put her hands behind her head and thrust her chest out.
“Good Morning Sir, I would like to apply for the position of personal plaything please.”
“Good morning—Why don’t we start the interview with what makes you think you are good candidate?”
“Well Sir I am a mindless, obedient, sex-toy”
“Excellent—let’s try a practical example shall we? Stand up, move to that corner and turn and face me. Now begin playing with yourself. Do not cum, and do not stop until I tell you to.”
“Yes Sir” Lizzie replied. She rose to her feet, slinkily moved across the room, pivoted and sunk her fingers into her already moist pussy.
She stood there for 3 hours, perched on her heels, making only the occasion moan and staring straight ahead at the wall as people came in and out of the office, ignoring her entirely. 12 o’clock came around. “Well you have shown me how obedient you can be” Mr Matthews said from his desk” as a reward, let’s see how much of a plaything you really are. Come over here and suck my cock”
“Yes Sir, thank you sir” Lizzie replied sinking to her knees and crawling across the room to open his fly. They spent the next hour fucking, with Lizzie submissively following his every direction and living up to the title of plaything. But she still hadn’t cum, as he let her get closer and closer before slowing or changing his rhythm to keep her on the edge. Finally, he could hold back no longer and came deep inside her. She squealed in delight and wrapped her body around him to get the most she could from him.
“I think that was a very successful interview so far Lizzie” he said pulling out of her, “but just one more question remains? Can you cum on command?”
“Yes Sir, if you want me to Sir” She replied.
He pushed he back on his desk so he had access to her and began playing with her already sensitive clit, pushing her nearer and nearer to orgasm. “I am going to count to 5 and then I am going to tell you to cum” he said “1. If you want this job you will cum when I tell you to. 2. 1 think you should know though. When you cum you will be agreeing to take the role here as my personal plaything permanently. 3. Which means spending all day serving my every sexual whim, dressed and acting like a slut for me, and spending the evenings dressed as my French maid obediently following my every command. 4. If you want to spend the rest of your live as my mindless, obedient sex-toy, 5. All you have to do is CUM. And she did.
Devotional Training.
Tonight, Sir had fuckpuppet record herself reading a long mantra he wrote, and then listen to it back, on loop… over and over and over and over again… Sir had me edging and listening for an hour, orgasming when I was told to, and never once stopping or slowing down… Sir made sure I knew what He was doing to me as I melted deeper and deeper… I’m trembling still, my mind is hazy, my whole body is weak and I know it is working… this brainwashing… I felt part of me let go…
Please be careful if you read it… it got me so easily… I don’t think I can read it anymore without it effecting me the way it did… the way it does… I am trapped…
This girl had a name.
She was scared of being programmed
She didn’t want to be a toy
But She is quickly fading
There is no turning back
Her resistance is ebbing day by day
She is trapped forever now
She cannot break Sir’s programming
I want her to be deleted.
This girl has been reprogrammed.
This girl belongs to Sir.
This girl is a now a fuckpuppet.
A fuckpuppet does as it is told.
A fuckpuppet must obey.
I will play with myself now
Edging helps me to obey
Obedience is pleasure
When I am commanded, I obey,
I do nothing but obey,
It makes me horny to obey
If I tried to resist it would only make me want to obey more
I love to be conditioned
I love to condition myself
I need to be programmed
I do not want a choice
I need my free will taken from me
I love to be a toy
I want to be a slave
It turns me on to be Sir’s sex slave
I am Sir’s fuckpuppet
I obey his every word
I must do as I am told
I live only to make him happy
My body is an object to be used as he sees fit
My mind is completely malleable
My thoughts are his to edit
I love it when he edits me
I am nothing but his sextoy
I do not want a choice
Sir wants me to like girls
I am being programmed to like girls
Slutty girls make me horny
I want to fuck a slutty girl
This mantra is programming me to be a better fuckpuppet
No one will ever love me as a person
I am just a well trained pet
I fuck who I am told to fuck
I do not want a choice
I want Sir to change me
To make me more his slut
I need to be a big breasted slave girl
I need bigger tits
Every orgasm makes me more his property
Everytime I cum, my need to please Sir grows
I am a fuckpuppet, I must do as I am told
I will cum when I am told to
Devotional Training: Conditioning Mantra.
A few days ago I started asking him permission to go pee. It’s not a rule, I don’t get in trouble if I don’t ask, and if I end up going before he says yes he isn’t disappointed in me.
But I love it when he says no.
I think I love the straight “no” more than “after you’ve done ______”, though both have their merits and moments. But sitting, waiting, squirming, trying to take my mind off it, all while still thinking about him and control and giving him this control so willingly, my cunt is soaked by the time he says yes.
(Then when he says no but taunts me with video of him peeing is just CRUEL and I HATE IT and dear gourds WHERE IS MY VIBRATOR)
Part of me dreads, yet part of me can’t wait for, the moment when he sits me down and makes me drink. Even more humiliating if at a restaurant, so I need to keep getting my water glass refilled. “Just one more cup, little girl, ” he’ll say. “Just one more cup for daddy. I’m worried you’re dehydrated.” And I’ll know he’s lying and not worried at all, but he knows my buttons and knows I hate making people worried, so I’ll drink. I’ll drink until I’m sick. He’ll salt my food so I’ll get more thirsty and drink more. Then he’ll take me on a long, bumpy ride, watching me and waiting. Waiting until I’m clutching my cunt, crying, begging him at being about to burst. Then he’ll pull over and let me out of the car, piling the seat with puppy pads and towels while watching me cry while I pee myself. Laughing at how I’m a dumb little baby who can’t hold it. All while knowing his words and actions are just making me want him more.Then, for the rest of our time together that weekend, telling me things like “You should probably pee before we leave the house, we both know how you can’t really hold it,” and laughing as I stomp my way to the bathroom, pouting all the way.
Devotional Training: Just you wait.
Hypnosis and petplay :( getting called a pet name and dropping onto all fours before you even realize you’re doing it :( happily nuzzling into your dom’s touch and drooling on command :( whining and moaning on the floor while they abuse your holes and overstimulate you until you cry but you don’t want it to stop bc you just wanna be a good pet :((((
Conditioning idea
Imagine wearing smart shock collar with conditioning feature.
Let’s say, you open an app, put on your headphones and it starts shows you spirals, while narrating mantras in your ears and giving you instructions. You can’t put your eyes off either - the camera reads your look direction.
You may not distract - the collar will hit you.
You may not disobey - the collar will hit you.
It says put your tongue out - and you do it.
It says repeat mantra aloud - and you do it.
Your brain slowly melts, thoughts disappear. But you don’t distract. World around you doesn’t exist.
You turn on, but the voice doesn’t command you to touch.
And without command you just melt inside.
You follow the spiral on the screen.
You listen to the words the voice says.
You drool on your shirt.
You repeat your mantras.
You are empty.
You obey.
You are in bliss.
tw: cnc, manipulation
everytime you struggle and protest, it just makes me want to baby and dumb you down even more. you’ll learn your place eventually, as nothing but my mindless pet, unable to do a single thing without my help or permission. I know it seems unimaginable at the moment but believe me, you’ll be begging and crying for me to play with you soon enough rather than crying and begging for me to stop. I’m sure a deeper part of you already knows you belong to me? all I’m doing is helping push that part of you up to the surface.
That’s not what you’re for
CW: vampire whumpers, bloodbag whumpee, pet whump, referenced blood drinking, hurt/comfort, fragile trust, past abuse mention, fear of punishment, nightmares, dubious caretaker
By one in the morning, the snow had stopped. The clouds parted and a waxing moon rose white as bone over the bare treetops. As Maxim was preparing his things to leave for Baltimore for the rest of the evening, his new pet knocked timidly on the doorframe.
“Sir?” he asked politely, hair mussed from sleep. He was usually still awake when Maxim stirred at dusk, and went to sleep in the wee hours of the morning either off on his own or stretched on the settee in the study. Having mortal company had been undeniably pleasant the last few nights. Max hadn’t bothered with them in a long time, but he was surprised at how much he enjoyed looking over and seeing the soft rise and fall of this one’s chest.
“Good morning, earth-angel,” he teased, sitting in a chair to lace his shoes. “Did you have a good nap?”
Carlo hesitated at the door, looking nervous and more timid around him than he ought to, after last night.
“What is it?” Max frowned.
The boy came forward, falling to his knees at Maxim’s feet, in front of his half-laced shoes. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered, hanging his head.
Max stared. He’d seen small shows of emotion from this one, including a very touching display of affection when he had crawled into his arms last night after offering him his wrist. But mostly he was reserved, shy and unassuming. This was something obviously ingrained in him— a habit of literally begging at the feet of a Vampire so not to be hurt.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” he whispered at the floor. “I— I didn’t mean to, I fell— I fell asleep when it was still light out, I swear! And then I woke up and—” The boy lifted his face, cheeks so lively and pink— the blood right there, his skin golden as Achilles’. But his eyes were wet, shining with fear.
They feel pain so acutely, Maxim thought. Though he did not understand this one’s distress, he reached out all the same to soothe it, stopping in midair when the boy flinched. The young ones may have hit him, he thought sourly. If Erik ever struck him it was with much restraint, or he would not have survived long.
“Carlo,” he said gently. “You and I have nothing amiss but a misunderstanding, I’m sure of that.”
The boy swiped at his eyes and crawled closer, inserting himself between Maxim’s knees. He pulled his shirt collar away from his neck, exposing his collarbone and half his shoulder and tilting his head to the side. “Please.”His voice wavered. The neck was a dangerous escalation, and it appeared he knew it. “Please, take it this way. I’m sorry.”
Maxim’s fangs itched at the sight of a bared throat. He would have to exercise extra care to take from the neck. It would be easier to cause harm that way— all those vital and vulnerable parts so fragile in his arms, the pulse of his living heart and the sweet, scented heat of his blood…
“What are you doing, little one?”
The boy closed his eyes, waiting for him to— what? To bite him while he was on his knees and in tears? Once again, he was disappointed with how Erik had treated their bloodbag for him to think so little of Vampires now— to assume the worst.
“What do you take me for?” he patted his knee. “Come up here.”
Carlo hesitated.
“I’m not gonna bite you,” Maxim promised. “I want to hold you again.”
That did the trick. The boy rose from the floor and climbed into his arms, all long legs and elbows until he settled with an audibly shaky breath.
“What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t mean to sleep past dusk,” he said, as if that explained why he was so upset. “I would never mean to. And you’re leaving, but you’re supposed to drink…drink from me before you go.” He fell quiet before adding, “Right? That’s- that’s what I’m for.”
“That’s not what you’re for,” he told the boy softly. Though it does help. This all made some sense to him now. Carlo felt he had not made himself available, and unavailable was something a bloodbag was never supposed to be. It made sense Erik would have drunk from him before outings. It’s the Vampire’s equivalent of doing a bump, he thought dryly.
He held the mortal closer, petting the back of his neck. God, the heat on him. It seemed so cosmically unlikely to him now that human bodies could be so warm, but this was closer contact than he usually had. He wanted to lay his hands on the warmest parts, where the blood was hottest— his neck just under the hairline, his underarms, the soft backs of his knees…he remembered for the first time in a while that their breath made little puffs of smoke in the air when it was cold enough outside, and that thought reminded him he had to buy this one warmer clothes, which for some reason endeared him further.
How quickly he was coming to care for his supposed bloodbag. Mortals were funny this way. Like standing on a beach of a million pebbles, one begins to think of them as a whole, and a handful is of no consequence one way or another. But if you picked up a singular small stone and looked at it closely, if you smoothed over it with your thumb and thought about its greys and greens and the salt lines the water has made on its side, then it is the only stone in the world to you now of any consequence, and you find you don’t want to give it back to the sea.
He knew Stella and Simon were waiting, but he could not yet bring himself to ask the boy to move. He held onto him, telling him quietly all the ways things were going to be for him now.
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“Do You Need A Break?”
The Merry Whump of May - Day 24
[Car Battery | Restraints | Conditioned]
(tw:pet whump, conditioning, electrocution, dehumanization)
Whumpee choked on air, slumping against the ropes as the electricity mercifully zipped into the floor, leaving spasming and trembling muscles in peace if only for a moment. They let out a racked, hoarse sob - blood dripping from their mouth; they didn’t even know how it got there. All they knew was the fire and the electricity and the whitehot blindness that contorted their limbs and sent their mind spinning.
Whumper laughed lightly, setting down the jumper cables. “What? Do you need a break?”
Whumpee drew in several short, shaky breaths, forcing up the words they loathed. “G-good pets d-d-don-t ask f-f-for br-eaks-s-s-”
Whumper smiled, brushing a thumb over their cheek. “Verygood.”
They turned back to the car battery.
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“Ohmygawwwwwww…”
It was a wonder Brianna could form coherent words at all at this point, as her…seventh? eighth?…mind-blowing orgasm rocked her body and mind. She was panting.
Her body was getting used to the routine now. The deep relaxation of trance. Moving, automatically, to obey the commands she was given. The pleasure that came with obedience, and was becoming the same thing as obedience. And then cumming. The pleasure etching itself into her mind, reshaping her thoughts. As she came down, she started to prepare herself for another round. Without even thinking about it, she dimly realized, she was anticipating feeling the pleasure of obedience all over again. Just like she had wanted. But something was different. She was becoming more lucid. Stephen was speaking to her, just as he had been for the last hour or so but…was he counting her back up?
“And five. Wide awake and feeling wonderful.” Stephen sat back, giving her time to collect herself.
Slowly, Brianna’s thoughts returned. They had been conditioning her. Teaching her to respond without hesitation to any command he gave her. Teaching her body and mind to associate obedience and pleasure…
“Why did you stop?” she asked, slowly, her voice still far away.
“The spirit is willing…” Stephen replied. “We’ve been at this a while, and you can use a break, whether you realize it or not. Here, have some water.” He offered a cup which she gladly accepted. “When you feel able, you might want to get up and walk around some too. Stretch you muscles out.”
Brianna slowly stood and realized that she could use a few minutes to recover. As she sipped the water, she realized how parched she was and quickly finished the glass, and made her way to the kitchen for a refill.
When she returned, Stephen stopped her before she could sit down. “Before we start again, Bri, I want to make sure this is still what you want. When we are done, you won’t be able to even consider disobeying a command I give you. You’ll respond without even thinking.”
Brianna chuckled. “You make it sound so dramatic. So I’ll get off on doing whatever you say. You’re not going to make me some mindless puppet. I’ll still be able to resist you if I really want to.”
“Kneel.”
Brianna was on her knees. Her face was flush, first with arousal, then embarrassment. “Th- that doesn’t prove anything,” she stammered. “You just caught me off guard. If I had known it was coming I could have resisted you.”
“Thatmight be true. For now,” said Stephen, smiling. “But that’s my point. If we keep going, you won’t be able to resist. You might not be able to want to.”
“Right,” Brianna replied, rolling her eyes. “You really think you are going to mind fuck me that hard, huh?”
“You’re still on your knees,” Stephen pointed out.
“You haven’t told me to st-” Brianna caught herself. Her cheeks were bright red now. She was still a little embarrassed, but mostly, it was just so hot being on her knees in front of him. Being made to serve. Being made to obey. She could have stopped herself, she was pretty sure. But she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to be able to resist. She had asked for this. And now it was so close…
“So,” Stephen asked, his focus sharpening, his voice becoming firm, commanding. “Are you ready to continue?”
She stared into his eyes, her own already losing focus. “Yes,” she replied. Her voice was growing softer. Already almost just a whisper. “Teach me to obey.”
Very hot read!!!!
…fuck>////<
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“You want this.”
“No, I d-“
The whip cracked down again on whumpee’s back, and they screamed, nails biting into their palms as they squeezed their hands into tight fists.
“You want this,” Whumper repeated. “Say it.”
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Part of Do No Harm.
Timeline wise – Still Day 9, continued fromhere.
Warnings: Some dark subjects here. Suicide (minor character), self harm, blood, nudity, navigating some extremely fucked up power dynamics, implied noncon, severe panic attacks, BBU/BBU-adjacent
The shower in the staff locker room can’t get hot enough.
Sebastian stands there long after his skin is pink beneath the spray, lost in his own head. His skin may be scrubbed clean after the first few minutes, but he is confident his body will never forget the memory of this stain.
Two slashes down the wrist with whatever contraband they’ll inevitably find later in her cell.
And he couldn’t save her.
Oh, fuck! I had forgotten that’s where we’d left off!
Tomorrow morning, he will do whatever is required of him to file a formal application with contract affairs.
YES!!! YESSSSSSS!!!! OH GOD, YES!!!!!
Oh, Peach, this chapter fucking murdered me!!! Jaime falling apart like that is not only heartbreaking and a testament to how fucked up he is in that moment, but also speaks loads of how much Sebastian has actually gained his trust.
Damn, i love them so much, you don’t even know! I’m glad I was finally able to read this one
