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Need a mad scientist to kidnap me as a test subject, fascinated by the long term effects of testosterone on a pussy, so they grab me to examine and experiment on

Need to be strapped to a lab table with gloved fingers twisting and pulling my tdick, asking me to rate my pain on a scale of 1-10 and ignoring my cries of “ten ten ten please let go.” want them to hold a vibrator to it and randomly select the speeds for a better sample, recording the time it takes for me to cum over and over. After I’m fucked out and overstimulated, they can take a break by using my mouth to get off, leaving my cunt free to test how long I can take a fucking machine pounding into me before I pass out

forcing him to kneel on the bed with his arms and legs tied together while he’s blindfolded and gagged so he couldn’t move or complain even if he tried. a vibrator on the lowest setting pulsing against his clit as his needy cunt soaks the sheets below him. the vibrations just barely enough to keep edging him without giving him enough to cum. all the while he can hear me a few feet away moaning as i touch myself, the sounds i’m making driving him insane but he knows he can’t cum or i’ll ramp up the speed and overstimulate him for hours on end until he can’t speak anymore.

A Toy for a Toy

The toy pulsed and throbbed between Emily’s coral pink labia, buzzing away in time to the patterns on the screen. She let out a tiny whimper of desperate, helpless ecstasy and stuck her tongue out further, the exhausted muscle quivering with the sustained effort of holding the ahegao expression for so long without rest. But she couldn’t stop. Not when the waves of overwhelming pleasure between her pale thighs kept hitting her over and over again, not when she kept coming so close to the orgasm she craved so badly. She knew she would drool all over her tits for as long as it took to get that perfect, irresistible climax. Because she was being remotely controlled.

She could still remember–faintly–the time before her complete and total surrender to the buzz between her legs. Back then, Emily’s Bluetooth-enabled vibrator was just another one of the sex toys in her collection, a fun little diversion but not yet an inescapable obsession. She used it for her live cam sessions, offering men the chance to control it for a small additional fee… well, small by the standards of what they could probably pay, she figured. Emily knew her worth and her value, a statement that felt bitterly ironic as she vacantly humped the thrumming toy inside her pussy and gave away what she’d once charged for. She couldn’t help wanting Master to see her like this. She couldn’t resist showing him that his conditioning had worked.

Not that she even realized she was being conditioned right away. Her Master had started slowly, subtly, paying extra to take control of the buzz and finding ways to use it on her that made Emily’s cunt astonishingly wet. It got to the point where she actively looked forward to his arrival in the chatroom, and although she never gave him anything for free–that was the last limit he eroded, remaining intact long after every other bit of self-will inside her had crumbled around it–she was happy to follow his other suggestions to make the cam session a little more interesting. Sticking her tongue out while she humped the thrumming toy, crossing her eyes, letting herself look vacuous and dumb and consumed with pleasure. That kind of thing. It didn’t even seem dangerous, more like a game.

And it did increase her subscriber count. Emily had never been more popular than in those days when she would mindlessly hump her vibrator, giving her fans that expression of vacant ahegao bliss while she came and came to the special rhythm of pleasure that only Master seemed to know. He sent her links in the private chat, links to videos he’d created himself that he wanted her to watch while she showed off her body to the men, and she felt an extra hard throb of ecstasy when she complied that Emily barely even realized was a real sensation and not just the submissive joy of obedience. Once she started watching the videos during her cam sessions, it was probably already too late. But she didn’t know that yet.

She found out, though. She found out the day she got a text message on her personal cell phone, the one Emily thought she never gave any client the number to, saying, ‘You should really get online and do a session.’ Emily at first planned to leave them hanging, just to teach them a lesson about who told her what to do with her body… but then she glanced over at the toy. She imagined it buzzing away between her legs, giving her so much pleasure, promising timeless and eternal ecstasy if only she obeyed, and her resolve began to melt. That was the beginning of the end of Emily’s journey into submission, or so she thought; now, though, so deeply in her Master’s power that even her orgasms were under his control, she knew that there was always a little bit further to descend.

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I’m so hot for tying someone down, putting as many toys as will fit on them and in them, turning them all on and just listening… sitting to the side, listening as the whimpers and sighs turn to moans, then to gasps. After the first orgasm with no sign of stopping they turn to pleas and sobs, then, to screams, and that when it’s time to pull out the gag. Stuff it between their lips and turn up the vibrations. Straddle their hips and wrap a hand around their throat. Listen as their breath hitches and their body shakes as they approach yet another orgasm, and then squeeze, till their voice stops with a groan and their body tenses. Let go as they start to cum, and leave them thrashing against the bed until you decide to stop.

When you finally let the vibrations die, they sink into the bed with a shuddering sigh, little whimpers still muffled through the gag, their face covered in sweat and tears. You put each toy away, one by one, then, untie them. They fall into your arms like a rag doll, exhausted, still shivering.