In college, while studying feminist theory, she had dated a psych student. Smitten with him, she had agreed to let him practice his hypnotherapy on her. They had played fun, sexy games – teaching her to suck cock on specific triggers, making her orgasm when she was called a bitch – but unbeknownst to her, he had also left a backdoor, to put her back into a trance on command.
She learned about this six months later when she broke up with him. He listened in silence as she explained how she was bored with him and was seeing other men. When she was done, he merely uttered her code phrase, and she sunk obligingly into her hypnotic trance.
He didn’t bother with anything complex. “You are a slut,” he told her, “and a bimbo, and from this day forward, at every choice in life, you will make the choice that is most demeaning and most consistent with being a brainless fucktoy.” Then he stuck his cock in her mouth, for old times’ sake, enjoyed the obedient blowjob she gave him, before cumming on her face and tits and walking out on her forever.
Within three months, she had dropped out of college. She had dyed her hair stripper-blonde and purchased huge new fake tits that irrevocably marked her as a sex-doll. She had replaced all her clothing with ludicrous slutwear – but she had recently realised that not only was the choice of what to wear a choice that she should demean herself through, but also her choice of *how* to wear it, and so now, after putting on each day’s fucktoy costume, she would then arrange it to nevertheless expose her tits, pussy and ass.
She chose to fuck men (or women) wherever possible, because choosing not to would be less demeaning, and she chose the men she was least attracted to, who she knew would treat her the worst.
She chose to tell them she enjoyed pain in her tits and pussy (even though she didn’t), that she preferred to be fucked in the ass (even though she hated it), and that she enjoyed watersports, humiliation, and rape-play (even though they made her cry).
She chose not to clean her lovers’ cum from her face and tits before going out in public, and she chose to publicly masturbate any time she became aware of how humiliated she would be by doing so.
Sometimes she would tell her lovers how she had come to be like this, hoping for sympathy, but inevitably they would just slap her face, force her mouth back down on their cocks, tell her it sounded like she had deserved it and in any case it was a huge improvement in her, and then call her a bitch and watch her orgasm humiliatingly as they ejaculated down her throat…
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