Slave-girl-object - Don’t Just Say Hi

merry crimbo 🤭🎄💕✨

At first she just wanted implants because she have always been flat and wished to be feminine, but upon seeing how much more attention hot guys gave her, she kept scheduling fill-up after fill-up until they wouldn't be able to resist her at all...

New year... new slave

Let’s see who really needs a cock in their ass!

Both.

Just a writing of a fantasy CNC kidnapping & brainwashing scenario 🤭

I was in need of a new job, feeling like I had searched and applied everywhere but still having no luck. Before I know it, I’ve resorted to even searching on Craigslist despite being skeptical about what I might find there.

This listing had very vague information included, but something was pushing me to call the number and ask how to apply. On the phone the man seemed very friendly and warm, even if he asked some questions you thought were a bit odd. Why did it matter what your favorite color was or if you owned any heels? We scheduled a meeting and the call ended with him jokingly telling me to look my best at the interview and to wear the heels.

I spent extra time applying makeup to my face, putting loose curls in my hair, and dressed in a tight pink lace shirt, black bra, and a flowy black skirt. Finishing with the heels, why not try to make a good impression?

The interview seems to go well, but I am still not quite sure what my job role will be at the company. Things are seeming hazy ever since I was offered a drink, I’m embarrassed and don’t know what’s happening to me. Then things are black.

I wake up in a completely different room with very dim lighting, restrained to the chair I’m in with a blindfold on. I begin to breathe heavily as I realize I can’t move.

“You are the perfect candidate for the job. We are so pleased you came in to apply. Now you’re going to enter into training immediately, that’s okay right? I’ll just be putting this VR over your eyes while the files play in your AirPods.”

It takes me a second to process what he is saying, I try not to panic and say what… are you talking about, what do you mean? What are you doing to me?

“You’re being properly trained to be the office bimbo now sweetie, don’t worry, soon you won’t remember your old name. You’ll be so mindless and empty for us”. He slides the VR over my eyes, starting the screens of spirals as he presses play on the files in my ears. I can’t hear if he leaves the room or stays. Only the sounds of voices in my ears telling me to let my mind go blank.

I don’t have any idea how much time has passed, but when he returns to check on me I am slumped and drooling.

“How are you doing in here?” He says, as he takes one AirPod out so I can hear.

I struggle to form words. “Good… I..good.. bimbo…”

He laughs as he begins to get his cock from his pants. He stands near me, pushing it toward my hand. Instinctively I use my hand to stroke him, feeling him get harder and harder.

He groans and reaches for my tits being covered by a black bra. He takes off the bra and keeps the pink lace shirt on so he can see my nipples harden through it.

“You want this cock now, don’t you?”

I nod my head shyly and bite my lip in anticipation.

“I knew you’d be a good bimbo for us. Part two of your training begins now. I’m going to stuff that wet needy pussy with this dildo… you’re going to tell me how many times you came by the time I get back again”

I can’t form sentences to protest, and I am so wanting to be filled. The toy fills me and a desperate moan escapes my mouth.

He laughs at how needy I am already. “Let’s put this ball gag in, so you don’t get too loud”

I am trying to say anything to stop him but it’s too late. My mouth is stuffed, the VR is melting my brain, and the audio files are reprogramming me to be the perfect office bimbo.