littl3splayground:

hypnoticdominant:

“Nnnngghhhaaaaauuuggh!”

Each time you cum another orgasm is immediately building up inside of you. It’s too much. It’s too intense. But it doesn’t matter. The machine doesn’t care.

You are riding something that most people use as a tool for self-pleasure. I am making you submit to it as part of your submission to me. You are not in control. No relief is coming.

You gasp and moan. You arch your back and then slouch forward. You ride and then you hang limply and helplessly. Your mouth hangs open. You are covered in sweat and your hair is matted on your face. Your eyes communicate your defeat and surrender. You jerk and twist as the pleasure overloads every muscle in your body.

You feel perfectly full. The shaft rotates and vibrates setting off every nerve ending inside of you. It brings a symphony of pleasure that completely overwhelms you. It pushes right against your g-spot again and again with a relentless consistency. You feel another crescendo building.  

“Oh god … I … I can’t … “

It doesn’t matter what you think. That’s the point. I use this machine to push you to a state where you can’t think at all. Each orgasm fries your mind a little further, shutting down your thoughts before you can ever manage to fully reboot them. In a few minutes you won’t be able to spell your own name. A few minutes after that you might not remember it all.

Until then, I will continue to sit and watch the machine tame you.

I will watch and relish the sight of you giving up.  

oh… my… fucking… god…

tasksforsubsandslaves:

A series of unfortunate jobs

Originally started as a much shorter caption which can be found Here, the concept seems too good to waste though so follow Julie on her journey through bad jobs.

After the mistake Julie made after applying for the last job you’d think she’d be more cautious when applying for cash in hand jobs. Unfortunately for her, Julie was desperate once more for cash and saw it as an opportunity for quick an easy money, surely it couldn’t be as bad as that party she worked at a couple of weeks ago.

Julie’s optimism changed for the worse though when she showed up for the days work. Firstly it was an adult store in the middle of a district known for it’s adult sexual activity with prostitution and strip clubs and it got even worse when was met with the host from the party. Seeing his face brought back memories of being tied up, degraded and used at the party for the guests amusement. It was daytime however so surely it couldn’t be anywhere near as bad as it was last time she thought.

“Ah, it’s you again” The host remarked once he saw her and he smiled at her, or maybe he was laughing Julie thought.

“My guests remarked they had such a wonderful time. If you’re looking for work like that again, let me know.” The host smirked. Julie hoped she would never have to see the man again after this job but didn’t count on her luck.

“Thankfully you will not be required to be used by anyone today. Today’s recruitment is much simpler. You are to advertise the shop’s goods for me.” The man started and Julie thought that didn’t sound too bad, that was until the man asked her to take off her clothes. She paused, stunned and he taunted her by saying it wouldn’t be for the first time he’d seen her. Desperate for the money once more she stripped down.

“Now if you can just stand here” The man said positioning her facing a black sheet. Without warning the man pulled her hands behind her back and used a belt to bind them.

“What’s that for” she asked anxiously.

“Well, you’re going to be showing off a lot of the stores equipment. These belt straps are just one of the many things you can buy.” The man answered amused.With her arms behind her, Julie was helpless as the man continued to bind around her chest above and below her breasts, squeezing them a little. He then used a some leather cuffs linked by a chain to bind her legs and attached the chain to an eyelet lock on the floor so that Julie would be unable to move.

“Just a couple of more bits.” The man announced and he returned with a ball gag some nipple clamps. Julie tried to back away in fear but to no avail when he applied the clamps she let out a cry and the man used the opportunity to gag her.

“I’m Lewis by the way. May as well tell you my name if we’re going to keep meeting like this. It’s opening time, Have fun!” Lewis said mockingly and he pulled on a cord to the right of Julie. Julie’s heart jumped when she realized in horror that the black sheet in front of her was a blind and as it slowly opened she looked out on the adult district. Having never been her before, Julie assumed that it only got busy at night but even now she could see the prostitutes on the other side of the street and shoppers already begin to pass by. She was helpless but to just stand there and model the equipment.

Over the course of the day, Lewis changed the equipment on her using the store’s range. The ball gag was replaced by a ring gag, the nipple clamps replaced by binder clips. Every hour Lewis would begin a ‘show’ and use various toys from vibrators to the plugs on Julie and Julie felt ashamed as a crowd of people stood outside the window and watched hungrily.

Towards the end of the day, Lewis started offering people a chance to cum over her for a small amount of money which he called her tip money. For this he had Julie positioned on her knees and bound her wrists to her ankles. Her eyes fell to the floor as man after man stood in front of her and ejaculated all over her. She could slightly see her reflection in the clean glass window and she could feel it dripping down her face.

Finally the day ended and the shop closed and Julie was unbound. She was mentally exhaused and ached from the way she had been tied and clamped for most of the day. Her holes felt abused from the constant toy demos and she was frustrated. Lewis had expertly controlled the toys when demoing them, bringing her close but never allowing her enough to climax.

“Right, here’s the £100 the job offered and you earned yourself a further £200 in tips. Plus, since you helped sell way more gear than I thought you would, here’s a further £150 for your troubles.” Lewis said handing her the money.

“Right, thanks” Julie replied, happy for the extra money. “Can I use your restroom?”

“Nope, sorry closing up now. You’ll have to get dressed and make your way home” Lewis said with a vicious smile, holding the door open implying that she was holding him up. With a frustrated sigh she rushed into her clothes and walked out the shop.

“Here’s my card.” Lewis said handing her a business card as he entered his car. “Give me a call should you need more money, I host a few events and although you’re new, you seem to handle this sort of use like a pro.” Lucy took it absent mindedly, just wanting to get home.

“Can you at least give me a lift home after all that?” She asked and Lewis refused, laughing and saying he didn’t want her as she was covered in dried cum and sweat in his car as he sped off. Julie sighed once more and began the long trip home, hoping no one stops close enough to her to smell or see the mess that she was. She could feel clumps of her hair stuck by some of the cum and she could feel stickyness on her face where it had hit. Still, she got more money than she had expected, never had she got that amount of money for a days job and in the back of her mind she considered taking Lewis up on his offer for more day jobs.

Thank you for reading. Have any more suggestions for jobs for Julie to be used for? Send it through any of the means here.