u/LotsOfThinks

Heyo y’all’s,

Just another silly little anecdote for the crowd to enjoy today. For all the fucktoys out there this should speak right to the heart.

I spent much of yesterday evening right in my happy place… a brainless fucktoy servicing my man.

After a fun little bbq day with the neighborhood to celebrate the 4th, we went out to this delicious Mexican marg place and had wonderful dinner and drinks.

Drinks that let to me feeling all slutty and horny like I usually do when I’m tipsy >:)

So we get home and he puts me right to work. Even a little drunk his “fucktoy” command still works on me like a charm, and the cognizant me goes right out the door, replaced by the most compliant and service oriented toy I could possibly be.

He tells me “Down” and I’m on my knees in front of him ^~^

He tells me “Service” and my mouth latches down on his cock, sucking and slobbering, and alternating in stroking the saliva covered cock with my hands while my mouth pushes down into his groin.

The thinking version of me usually hesitates a second before that, staying aware that my hair isn’t too messy, or that I wipe my face off before pushing down to suck his balls, or even just not pushing down as far so not make a giant slobbery mess of my face.

But fucktoy could not care less.

When he turns it on, my face is PRESSED down in between his legs, lapping up and down over his taint just the way he likes, while my hand strokes him away. It doesn’t matter at all that my chin and cheeks are getting covered in his musk and my own spit, fucktoy focuses on its owners pleasure above ALL else.

And he’s had a lot of fun recently with the “freeze” command, where he’ll basically edge himself with me while I’m servicing him. As soon as I’m getting him close to finishing he freezes me in place, whether that means cock stuffing my throat shut so I can’t breath, or tongue out, face pressed into his balls while my hand is paused gripping his shaft.

He did this to me for probably 45 minutes last night, before finally telling me to go get ready for him to fuck me, doing so as a fucktoy obviously. Trippy experience btw lol.

Now dear reader this is where we find the delicious trap of hypnosis. Because as a Fucktoy I desire to serve him as best as possible, bring him as much pleasure I can, and take his load whenever he tells me to.

But as a slut I REALLY WANNA GET RAILED.

So after nearly and hour of servicing his cock, he props me up on the bed on hands and knees, my back arched so much that my chest is facing straight forwards, ass pushed out to the point he can fuck me standing while I’m kneeling on the edge of the bed.

Almost immediately I hear him start moaning and groaning about how good I feel for him, and as I’m fully in fucktoy mode I get this wonderful little rush of pride, knowing I’m doing my job well.

But he starts moaning louder…

It’s been not even one minutes and he’s panting in my ear like a rutting bull.

Fucktoy that I am, there’s simply a dopey smile over my face and the words “thank you sir” spilling from my lips over and over again. But there’s a conscious part of me deep down that’s panicking because I know he’s not gunna be able to last. I, the me that thinks, really wants to get fucked! I want to be spread out, dicked down, position flipped so that I’m riding, put on my back, put back on my knees… I want to get FUCKED. I want it to last and I want to be sore. I want to be just as satisfied as he is from using my hole to completion.

But Fucktoy doesn’t care.

Fucktoys live to serve.

When he moans out behind me, “are you ready for this load Fucktoy?” My deep inner thoughts are screaming ‘no slow down! I’m not ready yet don’t cum yet!’

But my mouth answers “Yes please sir!” And then sure enough he’s pumping inside me, breeding my hole like the good little toy I am. It’s been maybe 2 minutes at most.

He brings me back up, and I start to whine and mope about not getting fucked enough but he shuts that right the fuck down.

He grabs me by my cheeks and holds my face close.

“Fucktoys do as they’re told slut, now what do you say?”

“Thank you…” I answer grudgingly, to which he gives my face a gentle slap, and I answer “thank you sir” much more enthusiastically.

“Good boy,”

So yea fun times, and I guess it goes to show you that you really can get off on not even getting off, because it was ridiculously fucking hot being used like that. I think it might also be a record for the fastest he’s ever cum in me, which despite any complaining I might do, still makes me feel really sexy so that’s nice ^~^

Moral of the story goes, if you’re a fucktoy, then your job is to be a fucktoy. It doesn’t matter what YOU want, all that matters is you service your owner they way they want you to, and I fucking LOVE that I’ve been programmed to be the perfect little fuckable toy for my man.

Okay, picking up right where we left off, I had just been edged to fucking oblivion, and my man and I migrate from the bed over to the couch.

Everything that had just happened thogh must have made him all horny again becaues when we get back to sitting he, he tries to tell me to get back down between his legs and service him again.

At this point I'm fucking tired, but hadn't cum yet (Now that I'm thinking back on it I'm pretty sure the edging didn't end with me cumming). But giving him head is easy, so I begrudgingly scoot down and prop myself between his legs with my face pressed down into his crotch.

He'd showered after we fucked so instead of being musky now his crotch was all clean and and shampoo smelling. I'm doing my best to get to work, but with maybe ~20% of the energy I'd started out the afternoon with. Sue me, I was tired.

But apparently that wasn't good enough dear reader, because my man has a fun special trick for even when obey commands aren't enough.

Once again, a bit more context that I've mentioned before: I've brainwashed myself pretty effectivley with Nimja's "Fucktoy" files. I've heard some problematic things in the past about that creator in particular, but as far as my personal experiences with the files go they're really good, gender neutral and I've been able to engage with them incredibly well without any trace of abuse or problems.

So I've effectivtly installed a "Fucktoy" state where when given the command by my partner, my conscious self fades away and the obedient toy focused on serving and servicing it's owner above all else takes over.

And this was exactly what my partner did.

When I wasn't servicing his cock well enough, giving sloppy and low energy head because of the ordeal he'd just put me through, he turned me off and activated the Fucktoy to start servicing him.

And I'll be damned but Fucktoy has some stamina. It was honestly a little surreal to feel the ache in my back, my neck, my arms, all fade away as my focus narrowed down on sir's cock. None of it mattered, Fucktoy's comfort or pleasure does not matter. All that matters is doing as Fucktoy is told and servicing to the best of it's ability.

I was sucking and stroking him with all the energy of a boy just woken up horny in the morning, and he could instantly tell the difference. He even pulled me up and down out of it and back into it a few times, like he was giving me the choice to try and service him with my own consciousness and awareness rather than as the mindless fucktoy.

But nothing I could do as myself was as good as the obedience of the fucktoy.

In maybe the most insane comparison I could make, have you ever heard the stories of when people are in emergencies and they can like, lift a car or some absurd shit? Like the human body has the capacity to go to insane extremes when it needs to. And I guess Fucktoy for me has the capacity to ignore all the exhaustion I was feeling.

Remember this was RIGHT after the edging session, so I think it's completely reasonable that I was tired and not able to service maybe as well as a sub should. But that was no excuse for a Fucktoy, so away I went and out came the service toy that would suck it's owner the correct way.

As strange as it sounds it was almost a relief, as in being in that state was like a reprieve for me, because Fucktoy knows what its owner likes and doesn't have to worry about getting tired, or it's jaw getting sore, or just trying to make it's owner cum as fast as it can. So for the next who knows how long I'm just servicing mindelssly, giving the best head my body is physiologically capable of giving.

Eventually, my partner is getting close and I'm just servicing away, but I'm so lost in the Fucktoy state that as he starts to breed my throat I'm gaging but still servicing. I was literally more fixated on sucking his load down that I was on breathing or not gagging. I'm coughing and sputtering as he cums, and it ends up going into MY FUCKING SINUSES, BUT FUCKTOY DOESN'T EVEN CARE. My mouth is stuck servicing his cock as my entire upper respitory tract is starting to sting.

He brings me back at this point and I'm caughing as I choke down what he gave me, and start whining about my sinuses burning. He's laughing because what's just happened is pattently absurd. Minutes go by and eventually we calm down, him now relaxing with two loads milked out of him, and me trying to re-hydrate and recalibrate control over my own fucking body.

I don't remember how it happened, but eventually something about how he'd once again overtook control over me completely gets to him and he decide's he's not done playing with me. We're lying on the couch and this fucker uses an obey command and has me start EDGING ALL OVER AGAIN.

I'm begging just to stop at this point, sexually exerted to a point I'm not sure I've been before, and he's just sitting back and watching and enjoying, mocking me the whole while too. I'm pleading with him to just let me stop and he's teasing and calling me a slut because I'm still obeying his commands despite what I'm saying, saying things like "You can stop if you really want to," while I'm genuinely helpless to do anything but keep stroking like he's commanded.

And the worst part is that was all such a fucking turn on for me. I feel like I shouldn't have been able to even keep edging at that point, but that fact that he was making me do so despite me not wanting to was hitting such an amazing spot in my core I couldn't help but be turned on and completely rock solid. Which he used to justify continuing to edge me even more.

It was a viscious cycle, and was more intense an experience than I think I've ever felt before.

Being trapped on that couch, stroking myself over and over again, edging but not being allowed to cum did something to my brain that I'm still not sure I've figured out. I hit a level of submission I don't think I knew existed. Again, being honest with you, I genuinely did not want to keep edging, but I didn't have control over my body anymore. My partner, my owner did.

And the fact that he was using me and commanding my body regardless of what I wanted was so fucking arousing that I couldn't hlep myself but enjoy being tortured the entire time.

Eventually he made me stand in front of him and cum, but so much cum had leaked out in tiny drops already with every previous edge there was barely anything left. Still was one of the most relieving orgasms of my life, and I'm amazed I was even able to get there after so much tormenting.

So we've reached the end, let summarize and decipher what we've learned. I've always known I enjoy being on the recieving end of CNC treatment, and at this point in our relationship my partner fully does too. I feel genuinely spoiled that he gave me so much attention and control over this weekend, and I know we are at a point of trust and understanding where he knows how much I enjoy when he pushes my limits, and he knows what limits and how far he can push.

In hypno especially I've always fantasized about being controlled, and being aware of my complete and total lack of control, and he truly gave that to me this weekend. I've never felt more like a puppet and I've never felt happier.

What a strange thing to say now that I look back at that sentence.

Regardless, I'll save the psychoanalyzing for therapy, and in the meantime post degenerate and perverted stories for you all to enjoy!

I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed experiencing it ;P

Have a wonderful day :P

Heyo y’all’s!

It’s gunna be another long one so buckle in, and before I begin I need to clarify that everything I’m about to describe had been previously discussed consensually and that the relationship between myself and partner is built on 6 years of genuine trust, which is what allowed it to happen.

Now to the the fun stuff ;P

Last night was one of the most erotic and intense experiences I’ve had the pleasure of living through, and it was only possible because of the power and hypnotic control my man wields over me.

It all started back during earlier in the day, where we had been helping some friends move apartments, and the entire time I was giving him fuck-me eyes and he was teasing me with threats of toying with me and torturing me. I loved playing into it because it’s really fucking hot when your big dick boyfriend gets in a really domme mood. I also knew though, he has a tendency to bark worse than his bite, and plenty of times before we’ve had great sex but nothing especially kinky after it had been teased.

I thought yesterday would be similar.

I was wrong.

When we got home, he went straight to the couch, pulled his pants down and spread his legs wide, ordering me down between his thighs. After a day of hauling shit in NC heat his cock was musky and delicious and he didn’t need any further commands or enticing to get me choking down his pole.

He enjoys my throat like that for a minute, then sends me to go get ready to be fucked and I can only imagine he starts his scheming plan while I’m doing so.

When I’m ready he tosses me right onto the bed in a mating press and fucks me good and hard. It doesn’t take long before I’m moaning like a slut and he’s plowing in deep planning to breed me.

As he does I’m looking up at him and I see this wicked little glint in his eye.

He climbs off me and we stretch out together, and I’m still buzzing with horny cuz I haven’t cum yet.

For everything that follows, a smidge of context is necessary: he has an obey command on me that works like Simon says, where if he says it and gives me an order I’m compelled to obey immediately. In the past he’s used this to make me stroke myself to completion after he’s done with me, but instead of that, today he uses it and tells me to edge.

As I said I’m still bustling with arousal so it doesn’t take long for me to reach it, and he must have liked the pretty sounds I make when I’m stuck on the edge because he doubles down.

He gives me the command, and says: “every time you’re about to cum your hand pulls away from your cock”

Anyone who’s read my other stories may remember how deviously effective this command is on me, and I learned yesterday just how compliant my traitorous fucking mind and body are willing to be.

So I’m stroking and moaning, still playing into it and enjoying everything, expecting maybe “an” edge or two before he lets me cum, and as the first one hits I feel that pull, and my right hand releases right as I’m closing in on that wave and flies up next to my head.

A slutty wail escapes me and I’m rewarded with a “good boy” then I go right back to touching. My head tossed back as I’m laying on the bed, my eyes are closed, I’m so in the moment.

“I’m gunna go shower. If you haven’t cum by the time I’m out I’m putting you in chastity”

“Wait!” I say looking up. “I’m not gunna be able to cum with those commands working on me right now”

“Well then you better figure it out” he answers plainly, then steps away into the bathroom and closes the door.

Now I’m a slut of commitment, so I continue to play along, perhaps a little too excited at the prospect of chastity. The first edge hits quickly, and the little brat in me considers just finishing and going to enjoy the come down and shower with him.

But as I hit that edge my hand flies away again, this time leaving me shaking and moaning. This second edge is a bit more intense, and I’m wondering if I was just playing along too much on the first one because now I’m panting and shaking and my cock is throbbing desperately. My orgasm feeling agonizingly close.

No matter! I’ll get there I’m sure!

Then it happens again.

I’m still buzzing with lust and I stroke to the edge in probably less than a minute. The crest of climax is rising up fast and I think “maybe I’ll let myself go on this one” then sure as sunrise my hand flies up and away right as I’m hitting that peak.

I cry out and I’m certain my man can hear me from the shower. My hips are shuddering now and my whole body shivers as I’m tensing along that edge. I can even feel it at the tip of my cock trying to pop free, and I look down in despair as a tiny bit of cum DOES come out, but still no response from my hands.

Thank fucking god he hasn’t started getting into ruined orgasms yet or I’m sure that be the only fucking way he lets me cum now.

Anyways where were we

Oh yea I’m on EDGE NUMBER THREE, and then as I start to fall back away from it my hand goes right back to stroking, keeping me from getting any kind of recovery.

I’ll save you all some time by summarizing that happened FOUR MORE TIMES. I edged 7 god damn times while my man was in the shower and by the end of it I’m a quivering panting mess.

He gets out of the shower and looks down at me with a terrifying look of excitement. Like this man just finished fucking me remember, and he’s looking down at me like I’m a Christmas present sitting under the tree.

“Do it again” he says with a smile, as he caught the last part of edge 7, but I guess wanted to see the whole thing.

I think the look in his eyes was the realization of the kind of control over me he actually has, as many of the commands he has for me over the years have come from me listening to hypno files and telling him about them rather than him training them into me. I think he’s always been a bit doubtful and some part of him believes in more “playing along” than I am “following compulsion”

But what we’ve both always known and what he started to abuse last night was the fact that I get off on being forced to do something I might not necessarily want to do. Save your sermon, we’re in an erotic hypnosis subreddit, I have a CNC kink let’s all move on.

This part is a little fuzzy in my memory cuz of… everything you’ve read so far, so forgive me if it meanders a bit.

So I edge one more time in front of him as he’s leaning over me on the bed, resting on his arms. I’m sputtering and moaning and he’s starting to say all these seductive things “come on baby find that spot” “feel my load still filling you, all that warmth pushing up into your cock” etc. I’m incredibly turned on, but I’m also coming up on edge 8 so I’m a little fucking exhausted. It’s legitimately difficult to push myself to the edge again and I’m hoping this time he’ll see me all needy and desperate and maybe let me cum.

Nope.

I put my WHOLE FUCKING HEART AND SOUL into getting to the edge again, genuinely planning to orgasm when my hand pulls away again at the last fucking second.

I’m fucking devastated, whining like a bitch, hips humping up into the are desperate to try and cum but it’s already too late. The build up is lost and I again do not fucking cum. At this point I’m so agonizingly sensitive and tired I just start begging him to let me stop. I’ve given up on trying to cum, it probably wouldn’t even be worth the effort at this point and there’s a chance the fucker would still take it away at the last second anyways. So I’m just begging to stop and recover.

Big mistake.

Apparently this man likes hearing me say “please no” just as much as I apparently like him ignoring me when I do.

So on his command I’m right back to touching. I don’t even think I’m able to say words at this point, I remember my vision being all flickery as my eyes were rolling, my mouth just stuck “puh- puh- mu- pu-“ I think trying to beg him to stop, and he’s looking down at me with fucking GLEE.

So I’ll let you in on a little secret, I was fully, so genuinely, planning to try and disobey his command here. At this point I was so fucking worn down that I didn’t think I could take another edge, so I planned to pull my hand away early and just pretend to hit it.

It was taking more and more effort every time to climb back up to that peak, and I told myself this time that even if he wasn’t going to let me cum, I could give myself a hint of a break at least.

So I’m stroking, building back up to it, still lost in a daze of arousal, heat, and pleasure, and I get to what felt like maybe 70% of the way there.

Good enough, I tell myself, time to pull my hand way and give the butcher his bill.

My hand DOES NOT STOP.

Panic time.

What the fuck

I know he controls me, but is it seriously this much?

Am I legitimately going to be stuck pushing to the fucking edge AGAIN?

I’m being so fucking for real with you right now reader, for whoever the fuck has made it this far, I TRIED to pull my hand away early.

Then when my body didn’t comply with what I wanted, that was its own little fucking hit of arousal that pushed me right up to that breaking point.

Then again my hand SHOOTS AWAY.

“I WAS GOING TO CHEAT!” I cried out as I’m still sputtering and panting and shaking underneath my man. I hit edge 10 I think at this fucking point and I’m just gone.

I legitimately do not remember if he let me cum after that or not, but I don’t think he did, and I think he could see how fucking ragged I was at this point and let me stop.

In some fuzzy memory I have we go back to the couch, but now watching all of that had made him horny again. AFTER he had just fucked me!

End of pt. 1 because this story is obnoxiously long and I don’t want to lose everything I’ve typed here.