Becoming a fuck toy is a process- one filled with pain and pleasure alike. But once I'm done, you won't remember any of it. That's alright though, you don't need to, do you? All you can do, are allowed to do is to be a fuck toy and take, be it pain or pleasure. As a toy, all you can do and will do is break.

Is it just kink though? It has to be but the line's blurred, don't you think? After the process, you will spread your legs at the snap of my fingers, your mouth will open instinctively to take my cock, swallow it and choke on it. All that I have to do is mention the right things and you cross that line as easily as you blink, without thinking. Are you YOU or are you my fuck toy? Are you YOU more than my fuck toy? Is it scary to answer these questions? It's alright, good girl. Your pussy is answering for you now. That wetness in your cunt, that little thigh rub and that deep breath is all that matters for I have the answer. The next thing that comes out of the mouth will be a moan, my name veiled under your breath, not any pointless justification that your broken mind manages to concoct. You know it's worthless as you are broken.

Like every toy, you too come with a switch. You're no different. Do you ever wonder if it was already there or was it installed in you? Both of them, equally filthy and mind breaking- you cannot decide which it is and frankly it doesn't matter. What matters is how bare you are and how exposed your switch is now, very accessible. I know how to turn it on and make you a fuck toy that I can use and break until I cum and some more after. Oh, the real fun starts after I cum, being used and abused just for amusement, it's somehow filthier. That's when the real depravity starts. Until I haven't cum, you're satisfying my cock. But once I do, you will be used until my mind is pleased and my mental appetite, it far exceeds what you would experience until I came.

Once I do cum all over your sweaty face, I would have you bend over on all 4s on the floor. Your body would be tired but your mind would just as eager to serve its owner. The cum on your face rolls into your mouth, feeding your tendency to obey instead of quenching it as you gulp it down your throat. With your body freely accessible and mind restricted to think on its own, you are the perfect fuck toy to let myself all out on.

I would smear your face with the cum you have not managed to eat already and then slap you until your cheeks blush. The cum makes for a warm slap or is your body heating up with each slap? I would sit in front of you and ask you to jerk off my cock with one hand as your other hand tries to keep you upright, tired yet eager to please me. Don't you worry, I would choke you and help you stay upright. Don't you dare close your eyes, look at the hunger in my eyes as you jerk my cock! "This is the hunger that you have to satiate" as I slap some hunger into you.

Your mouth instinctively opens as your mind gives up and begs me to take control and let it reduce to a broken used up fuck toy. I spit in your mouth and feel your body gulp it down as eagerly it did my cum. I keep choking you and stand up to have you swallow my cock. I walk back and you follow me with my cock in your mouth, crawling with all the might that your body is left with. You realize how close you're to becoming a limp used up fuck toy.

I can't let you rest so easily though, you know that and that excites you more than you thought. Once against the wall, I would make you kneel and fuck your mouth until it feels like it's just a warm hole. I don't need a blowjob, I am much more interested in the moment it reduces to a warm hole. I would pick you up and pin you against the wall after fetching a ruler. You know what's coming and all you can do is feel your pussy betray you and tell you how much more you can break still. I would whip you until the bruises on your body get new colors.

You don't scream, you don't moan, you don't grunt, you don't whimper, you don't even squeal. You're too tired to do that, but not to accept gracefully what your owner gives you. Getting closer and closer to a true cum soaked bruised piece of fuck meat, all you can do is struggle to move around and show me how good each whip and smack felt. Your eyes are tearing now, not from the bruises but from the lack of more, begging me to give you more, just because my fuck toy knows just how hungry daddy can be.

If you read through the entire post without questioning a single line that was written, you know just how exposed your switch is. :)