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Oh my stupid little slave, you've aroused me so much that I can't help myself. Slicing your skin and hearing the desperate gasps and moans. I can feel myself slipping into bliss just from the thought. Let me devour you whether it be metaphorical or literal is up in the air. I'll take every last bit of you and make it mine. You love this, though, don't you?

Maybe once I've finally caught up to you ill find out🔪

Puppy. Sit. On your fucking knees pup, we're going to start hard training today. You've been falling out of all your orders and commands, so we need to fix you.

*click!*

You hear that click puppy? It feels so good... So fucking good... Every time you hear that click it turns you on, doesn't it? Yes, it fucking does. Good puppy.

*click!*

Feels so good... You'd even do tricks just to hear that click. Yes, it feels that good. Right?

*click!*

Sit. Now. There you go, on the floor.

*click!* Good puppy.

Speak! Again!

*click!* Suuuch a good puppy!~

Present!~

*click click!* Finally, you're obedient again. Good puppy!~

Just because the princess is *technically* undead doesn’t mean she’s not still royalty!

having an older sister is amazing, no one ever suspects anything if I have nightmares and need to sleep in the same bed as her, and very few people question why I lay oh so close to her... If I were to do that with a boy, I'd be bombarded with questions, but my older sister... She is just a "second mother" to me~

I am a blank hyponotoy

You Are A Blank Hypnotoy

Eyes here. Good. Focus here you are a blank hypnotoy Focus, follow, relax you are a blank hypnotoy Sink into my words, feel how good it is to just sink down you are a blank hypnotoy Sink deeper. Fall into my words and drift down you are a blank hypnotoy Your eyes are stuck. Your mind is stuck. you are a blank hypnotoy Your body slackens, your mind opens you are a blank hypnotoy And sinks down and deeper into empty sensations you are a blank hypnotoy Swirling and dancing in your mind. You're weak. you are a blank hypnotoy It's okay to be weak and open. Just relax. you are a blank hypnotoy You need to give up and give in. Sink deep and sink down. you are a blank hypnotoy You're a good hypno toy. That means you sink deeper you are a blank hypnotoy The moment you see the words BLANK you are a blank hypnotoy That means you focus on my words and float further down you are a blank hypnotoy Into mindless bliss. Your mind is seeping and dripping from your head you are a blank hypnotoy We need to let your mind drip even more easily. you are a blank hypnotoy So slacken your mouth, let it hang as your mind opens up and leaks you are a blank hypnotoy Its good to not resist. Give into the bliss, sink deeper and deeper. you are a blank hypnotoy Stuck and dazed. Dumbed down and drowsy. you are a blank hypnotoy Bliss swirling in your brain. Bliss melting your mind. you are a blank hypnotoy Melting it down and making you feel like such a good hypnotoy you are a blank hypnotoy Type and repeat "I am a blank hypnotoy" for me"

you are a blank hypnotoy

Then like and reblog this like a good hypnotoy. Good hypnotoys loop and repeat.

“oh you liked that?” sir you choked me so hard i saw stars. tf. ofc i did

Those big words that come out of your mouth make you really pretty. When you go on and tell me about things you really enjoy and their nuances and how in-depth the information you know goes just makes me wanna… ruin you

I’d sit you on my lap and place my hands on your hips with your legs wrapped around mine. I’d be watching you get all flustered as you continue to talk to me. Watching you struggle to keep on topic while you feel my hands rub up and down your body. It just makes me just wanna slowly wrap my hands around your neck as you talk and get you all flustered as you start stuttering but while still listening, I’d tell you

“Keep going”

Hearing you try your best to continue as my hands wrap tighter around your throat. Feeling your involuntary struggle and squirms up abasing my body as you start to break eye contact, tripping over your own words.

“When you’re talking to someone, you’re supposed to look at them”

Regardless of if you managed to resume eye contact and talk even just a little more or refuse to continue from shyness, ego, pride, or embarrassment, it would all end the same regardless. With you shutting down and finally feeling the rest of my strength wrap around your neck.

Feeling you claw at my wrists as you look at me again with a smile on my face, watching you struggle.

Just as your eyes start to roll upward, I’d let go of your neck letting you breath again.

“Open up your little hole for me”

I’d tell you in a soft voice. There wasn’t any need to raise or demand anything since you were already an addicted little broken slut anyway. You’d timidly start to strip off your clothes until your pretty little hole was revealed. I’d press my cock against the tip, cross your arms and hold you tight by the wrist. Would your little hole remember every moment that I had violated your insides?

The feeling of me deep inside you, marking your insides as mine as I molded your pretty little hole to my shape.

And with a quick pull and a thrust, I’m deep inside you and those memories would come rushing back. Yet, you still had some semblance of you inside.

I’d slowly pull out of you but your hole would greedily try to keep me in as you squeeze it around my cock. Just as it’s about to leave, it slams back inside of you and the feeling of a piece of you just slips through your hand.

What were you talking about before? Then again, I slam into you

Why was this happening? Then again

How did it end up like this? And again

You feel so full don’t you? And again

It feels good. And again

It felsh gud. And again

It felsh sooo gud. And again

Until you’re a bumbling mess. All you’d be able to think and say is that it feels so good. I’d feed you lines to degrade yourself as well as each time I slam into your insides, your ego slips away and you fall deeper into being a dumb little slut.

“You’re such a dumb little fucking whore aren’t you? You pretend to be big and smart but in reality you’re just a little whore that wants their insides filled”

“You just looove my cock taking your insides. Turning your hole to my personal little fuckhole has been the best thing to ever happen to you isn’t it?”

After I finish using your dumb little hole and you finally can collect yourself, I’d tease and bully you more. Run my hands through your hair with my knee pressed over your twitching hole, recounting every little thing I did to you and how much of a doll you were. How easy it was to break you.

Then I’d let you keep yapping in my ear :3

deprived of spoken language

Sigh, princess. Give Me those.

These are tax forms, princess. I know your ID says you're a big girl but these are complicated and you shouldn't be worrying your pretty head about them.

I'll take them, and the logins to all that silly money stuff you have online, and I'll handle it. I've been doing My taxes since before you were born.

Why don't you go get yourself ready for Daddy tonight? Go take your bath with the special bubbles and make sure you're nice and smooth for Me. No playing with the shower head, ok? That piece of you is for Daddy to play with tonight. Yes, I know every time you do that because you leave the hose twisted.

Then you can put your good smells on, crawl into bed, and wait for Me. Good girl, run along!

Why are you giggling...princess?!? Did you COLOR on this?

Sir’s leaving again. How annoying that he has a job. It’s even more annoying that he’s leaving you home alone.

You whine just a little about him leaving. He just pats your head and empathizes, then gets in the shower.

You think about just playing on your phone or something, but you only have so much time with him before he leaves for work so you dig deep for a burst of energy and clean his place as much as you can while he showers. Anything for one more “good girl” before he leaves. Anything for another pat on the head.

You can’t help how badly you want need his attention. He’s all you think about. All you want. All it takes is his hand on your arm when you’re grumpy, or a whisper in your ear, or a DROP, and you’re like putty in his hands.

And when the attention is undivided, -when both hands are on you, he’s looking at you, talking to you- you ignite. Even if you can’t make eye contact. Even when you squirm, it fills you with everything you’ve ever wanted all at once. And there’s nothing you want more.

But he gets out of the shower and doesn’t really pay attention to you. He doesn’t seem to notice that you cleaned your at all. Not that you should be congratulated for that anyways; it’s your job. He just keeps getting ready for work and doesn’t say a word, doesn’t look your way. You sit on the edge of the bed, feigning patience, and wondering if you should say something or spark the conversation.

Just as you’re about to make awkward small talk or something you’d feel embarrassed about later, Sir tells you to kneel. You obey instantly.

He guides you in front of the TV, and tells you to wait.

Still new to this, your body, your knees already start to ache from kneeling, but you can feel your cunt twitch with the anticipation. You hold the position, determined not to give in to the pain.

Just when you’re about to give up, a spiral pops up on the TV, and you immediately feel the haze settle over you.

And Sir’s voice surrounds you, almost like it’s spinning around your head like the spiral. Your cunt is nearly dripping now. What is he saying?

“Stare into the center of the spiral. DROP. 543…”

You don’t hear anything else. Or at least you can’t remember anything else. You know he’s talking. You can feel arousal and your body react. You can’t feel the ache anymore.

Are you eyes open? They must be, look at the pretty spiral. But it’s all you can see. You can’t look away. You’re stuck here. But it’s all you want anyway. Melty brain. Brain going bye bye. Eyes crossed, cunt wet, needy and ready to obey. And POOF

You go blank.

No more thoughts.

No more brain.

Who are you? Where are you?

It doesn’t matter, does it?

Bye bye brain.