Vacant eyed and obedient. Dressed as a caricature of the domme she had been, waiting for Master to amuse himself with her body. She knew what he’d done to her, trapping her inside her body, making her perform like a cheap whore… forcing her

Vacant eyed and obedient. Dressed as a caricature of the domme she had been, waiting for Master to amuse himself with her body. She knew what he’d done to her, trapping her inside her body, making her perform like a cheap whore… forcing her

Being Made Helpless And Treated Like You’re Just A Stupid Little Sexdoll Isn’t What She Thought Her College Years Would Bring, But She No Longer Had The Brainpower To Worry About It.

The-Modern-Female: Girls Are Objects. We Are To Be Looked At, To Be Appreciated. Yes, We Also Do Our Chores, But The Most Important Thing, The Core Of Our Existence, Is Looking Pretty. So Stop Being Dignified And Put On Cat Ears And Start Wearing Chokers.

“What Did I Tell You About Making Typos?” He Demanded As He Bent Her Over The Desk. It Had Been Her Desk Until Recently, Though Being The Ceo Of The Company Seemed Like A Lifetime Ago. “I’m Sorry Master,” She Whimpered As He Grabbed Hold

You Should Edge Every Morning When You Wake Up, And Again Before Bed. Stay Wet. Stay Needy. You’ll Only Cum When I Give You Permission. You’re Not Smart Or Strong Enough To Be Allowed To Make That Decision For Yourself.

“Hello Master. My Mistress Is Becoming Very Acclimated To Being On A Leash. It Makes Me Happy To See Her Learning Her Proper Place. Thank You For Letting Me Treat Her Like A Dumb Little Mutt. We Are So Grateful That You Are Teaching Us What

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A Good Girl Knows She’s Better Seen, Not Heard.

Legs Going Weak. Slowly Sinking To Her Knees. Her Mind Melting Away. Becoming What She Was Always Meant To Be: Dumb. Obedient. Helpless. Just A Doll And A Toy For Her Master To Amuse Himself With.

You Belong On A Leash, Doll.

A Pair Of Anonymous Dolls. Maybe You Would Recognize Them If They Weren’t Hooded. Maybe They’d Even Recognize One Another. Perhaps They Were Best Friends, Or Lovers, Or Perhaps They’d Never Met One Another. Now They Exist Solely As Blank-Faced

Hooded And Turned Into A Cumdump. Just A Broken Rubber Fuckdoll.

You Should Just Be An Object. Featureless, Anonymous, Stripped Of Your Identity. Existing Solely To Please Your Master.

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