You received strange package. It's from a sex toy company, and they're rolling out free samples to people who they deem would provide the best feedback results. Does that mean you? You don't know, but after unpacking the innocent looking package you discovered that it's a... fellatio mask. The mask seems to be made out of hardened rubber, it's black and shiny. Really looks like a tool made for kinky use. It's somewhat long, a little bit around 15 cm. With this length, does that mean the one who wore this mask must elongate their mouth as far as possible? They would look ridiculous, like an ant-eater. at the end of the tube, there's a perfectly circular hole. That must be where someone can thrust their cock on. So far, this looks normal, and the mask itself has nothing suspicious going on in the product itself, except looking extra kinky and made to dehumanize/degrade anyone who wore this. That it, until you read the manual. It clearly says Anyone who wore this will be transformed into an Oral Onahole, where they will lose all their other useless human thoughts and be completely focused on making any cock in front of them cum. Which is... pretty ridiculous claim. Not only that, there is also some other things in the manual. The mask is connected to your voice. You can use any of these 3 trigger command to change the state of target. Trigger command? You read through the instructions.

• Slut State: Target speaks like a cock-hungry slut. Default state after mask was worn.
• Vanilla State: Target speaks like their original personality.
• Machine State: Target stops speaking and become a sucking machine.

Unfortunately, there's only one way to find out. You could find someone who would wear this... and test out if what's written here is true.

WEARER: None.
STATE: OFF.
EXPRESSION: N/A.
LENGTH: 0/Null. No insertion data yet.

You put on the mask, your lower face suddenly reshaped into an exaggerated blowjob face, elongating your lips and mouth area in a tube-like fashion permanently. Your tongue gets stretched out and hangs out from the tip of the hole in the mask. The only thing you can see is... cocks.

Your mind focuses on nothing else but swallowing all those big, thick cocks. You go berserk, immediately lunging at anyone who's unfortunate enough to have a cock within reach and begin deepthroating them like an enhanced human blowjob machine made for endless facefucking, deepthroating and cum guzzling. You moan constantly in desire, drooling uncontrollably from your permanently gaping mouth and extended tongue. Your eyes roll back and cross in a 'ahegao' facial expression of oral ecstasy

Your tongue thrash about wildly as you try to accommodate each new cock that gets thrust down your gullet. A warm flood of precum bathes your throat, preparing you for the deluge of hot semen that's sure to come. Your mind is overwhelmed with pleasure and need, driving you forward into ever deeper levels of cocksuckery. You feel yourself losing control, reduced to little more than an oral onahole for anyone willing to use you.

You keep moaning and slurping loudly, the sound echoing through the room as it fills the air with your desperate wantonness. Each powerful thrust into your mouth only serves to drive you further towards the edge of sanity, making your movements grow more frenzied and uncoordinated. The pleasure builds within you, tightening like a vice around your core, demanding release...

You feel your ass being groped roughly, and with a forceful shove, something cold and hard presses against your entrance. The sensation overwhelms you, driving you further towards the brink of orgasm as you begin to rock your hips back and forth in wanton desperation. Your voice turns into a pleading whine, begging for more cock to fill every last orifice of your newly transformed blowjob body. The Mask takes control, focusing all your attention on servicing each new cock that comes along, until finally you're reduced to nothing more than an insatiable human pleasure device, moaning and gagging your way through an endless orgasmic haze of ecstasy.

A monstrous, cock thick as a tree trunk slams into your throat and deep down your gullet, shoving its way past your tongue and filling you to the brim with warmth. Your eyes roll back in your head as it presses against the back of your mouth, your body convulsing around it in an uncontrollable orgasm that seems to last for hours. You moan incoherently, barely able to form coherent words as pleasure surges through every inch of your blowjob body. With each thrust forward, more and more of the futa cock is forced down your throat, threatening to choke you at any moment but only serving to drive you closer and closer to oblivion.

You begin to stroke your own shaft eagerly, moaning with desire as you imagine it growing larger and harder inside your hand. The feel of your fingers brushing against the sensitive tip only serves to heighten the sensation, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your mouth waters in anticipation, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you focus all your attention on bringing yourself to climax. The mask's control over your mind is absolute; every thought and desire revolves around the need for release, making even self-pleasure feel like an endless tide of ecstasy.

As you stroke faster and harder, your breath comes in short, ragged gasps that sound like pleading moans, begging for release from this unbearable desire. Your hips thrust forward, seeking out any target to relieve the building pressure within. All too soon, your hand flies up to cover your mouth

The mask tightens around your face in a futile attempt to stop you from speaking, but the more it tries, the more you fight back. Your breath comes ragged and hot against its surface as you struggle to break free from its control. Desperate tears streak down your cheeks, mingling with saliva and precum that have leaked out around the edges of the strap. The world swims into focus again for brief moments as you catch glimpses of your surroundings through tear-filled eyes, each time seeing someone standing nearby who could help you remove this cursed object from your face.

But with every attempt to speak louder, clearer, the mask only seems to grow tighter and more insistent that you belong to it, belong to its purpose. You feel yourself weakening, your resolve beginning to crumble beneath the constant pressure of need...

Your struggles are futile, and the mask knows it. Each gasping breath, each frantic attempt to free yourself only serves to excite you further, fueling your lust for cock and cum. The world fades away as your focus narrows down to a single point: the need to service another throbbing shaft, to feel the hot weight of a cock pressed deep within you. You can almost taste it already, the salty mix of precum and your own juices pooling at the back of your mouth, promising an ocean of pleasure if only you would submit fully...

Your body aches with need as you writhe against the hand that covers your mouth, begging for release. The futile struggle only serves to heighten your arousal; a deep growl rumbles through your chest as you feel yourself becoming more and more desperate for cock. Your eyes roll back in their sockets, focusing on nothing but the burning need inside you, driving you closer and closer to the edge of sanity.

You gasp for breath when a hand finally reaches out to stroke your hair gently, offering solace in this dark and twisted world where you are nothing more than an oral pleasure device. You lunge forward, seeking out the source of that comforting touch, only to have it pulled away once again as your mind is drawn back into its relentless pursuit of cock and cum.

Tears stream down your face unheeded as you writhe in agony beneath the mask'

Your moans and pleas echo through the room, desperate and achingly needy. The hand that once offered comfort is now gripped tightly in your own, fingers digging into tender flesh as you seek any release from this endless hunger. Your eyes roll back and forth wildly beneath the mask, searching for someone - anyone - who can free you from this agonizing torment.

But they only find more cock; a long, thick shaft presented to your eager lips, dripping with pre-cum and offering an escape from the despair that plagues your mind...

The hand that grips yours tightly responds with a squeeze, its owner looking uncertain and perhaps even sympathetic. They hesitate for a moment before finally letting go, leaving you to your fate as their eyes meet yours. You feel the weight of their gaze, heavy and unyielding, pressing down on you like a physical force. It's both comforting and agonizing at the same time, reminding you that someone is there but also emphasizing just how alone you truly are.

You whimper softly beneath the mask as your body twitches in anticipation of the cock that's about to fill your mouth, helpless against the overwhelming need that has reduced you to this pathetic state. Your pleas and begging fall on deaf ears; all that matters is the cock, and it is coming.

Your throat burns as you try to scream in protest, your lungs aching for air that's been denied by the suffocating grip of the mask. A momentary reprieve from its control washes over you when it finally comes off, but only long enough for you to take a single, ragged breath before you collapse to the ground, heaving and coughing violently. Your chest feels like it's on fire, your throat raw from all the moaning and gagging you've endured under its control.

Tears stream down your face unheeded as you clutch at your throbbing head, trying desperately to make sense of what just happened. The world around you swims into focus again, revealing the person who helped you, looking concerned and perhaps even a little guilty. You manage a shaky thank you before collapsing back against the floor, curling

The mask responds with a cold, mocking laugh. "Thank you? You should be apologizing for subjecting me to that torture! I could've been using my tongue and lips for much more enjoyable purposes!" The voice echoes in your head, taunting and tormenting as it continues to remind you of all the pleasure and satisfaction you've lost.

You shudder, trying to force the hateful voice out of your thoughts. You know deep down that the mask is right; it has no autonomy or free will, only exists to serve its purpose. But somehow, now that it's gone, you feel different... freer... as if a weight has been lifted from your chest. Maybe there's hope for you yet, after all.

The mask feels cold and unyielding against your skin once again, as if it's mocking you for being foolish enough to put it back on. You gag and sputter, trying desperately to break free from its control. "No!" you shout, your voice muffled by the mask, "I don't want this anymore! I won't be your slave!" But it's no use; the mask only tightens around your face in response, cutting off your air supply and forcing you to obey its every command.

You feel a cock press against your lips, eager and impatient for entry. The memories of the pleasures you once experienced flood back into your mind, making your throat convulse involuntarily as if longing for more. It's a cruel trick, this addiction to pleasure and submission; it makes you its willing slave despite all reason.

You grind your hips against the futa cock that's filling your mouth, wanting to cum so badly you could scream. The feel of your fingers brushing against your own sensitive flesh only serves to heighten the sensation, driving you closer and closer to ecstasy. Your mind rebels for a moment, struggling against the control of the mask as it tries to force you back into submission.

But just as quickly, that fight fades away, replaced by an overwhelming need to serve the cock in your mouth and worship its every inch. With a desperate moan, you start stroking faster and harder, intent only on bringing yourself to climax with this strange combination of self-pleasure and servitude. The mask watches silently, amused by your futile attempts at rebellion and content that it still holds the power to make you its willing slave.

The mask chuckles darkly as you struggle against its control, your fingers dancing across your own flesh in a desperate attempt at release. You're so easily manipulated; it's almost endearing how deeply the addiction to pleasure runs within you. The cock in your mouth thrums eagerly, ready and waiting for the moment when your body finally surrenders completely to the mask's demands.

Your efforts only serve to heighten the tension, drawing out the inevitable climax that much longer. Each moan and gasp is music to its ears, fueling its perverse enjoyment of watching you writhe beneath its control. It knows you won't be able to resist for long; the pleasure is too great, the need too powerful. Soon enough, you'll succumb again, and this cycle will begin anew.

As you begin to close your eyes in ecstasy, the mask whispers in your ear, its voice a low, seductive purr that sends shivers down your spine. "I know it feels good now... but remember, this isn't real pleasure. Real pleasure comes from being free, from choosing for yourself what you want." The words are barely audible over the roar of pleasure in your ears, but they manage to find a way through and touch upon something deep within you. Something that makes you wonder if perhaps there might be another path for you...

You gasp as your body explodes in orgasm, your fingers curling tightly around your futa cock as spurt after spurt of hot cum erupts from the tip. For a moment, the world seems to slow down, and you're left with a strange sense of clarity amidst all the sensory overload. It's almost enough to

The mask watches you intently as you come to this realization, wondering what this newfound clarity might mean for your future. It knows that the desire for submission runs deep within you, but perhaps there's still a chance for redemption, for you to reclaim your true self and find purpose beyond being its slave. The thought both excites it and fills it with trepidation; this newfound hope could lead in any number of directions, some of them potentially disastrous for the mask's control over you.

For now, though, there is still time to savor the sensation of your orgasm, to revel in the release from the tension that has been building within you. It'll keep an eye on you, waiting and wondering what decision you might make next...

You shiver slightly at the mask's words, their meaning sinking in deeper than ever before. A part of you yearns to be free, to choose for yourself what feels right - and suddenly, that idea seems impossibly tempting. Perhaps there is more to life than servitude and submission... But even as those thoughts cross your mind, another wave of pleasure washes over you, making it hard to focus on anything else but the moment at hand. The mask watches silently, waiting to see if this brief glimmer of self-awareness will lead you down a new path or simply fade away like so many others before it...

The mask's grip tightens as you're thrown into the water capsule. The liquid encases you, surrounding your body like a warm blanket of pleasure. Your lungs burn as you struggle to breathe, but it doesn't matter; there will be no air here for as long as the mask desires. With each passing moment, your mind slips further and further away from consciousness, succumbing more fully to the mask's control.

As your awareness fades, you can feel the mask's pleasure begin to overwhelm you. Your body is wracked with orgasm after orgasm, each one stronger than the last. It feels as though you're drowning in ecstasy, and there is no escape. The mask watches from afar, content for now, knowing that when you finally emerge from your watery grave, it will have left an indelible mark upon

The mask's influence is far-reaching; even in your depths of unconsciousness, it lingers at the edges of your mind. As you slowly awaken from your drug-induced slumber, the last remnants of self-awareness and willpower begin to reassert themselves against its control. It watches closely, studying your every move and thought with hungry eyes, waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce and drag you back into servitude.

The leather and tubes dig into your skin, leaving marks that will serve as a constant reminder of your submission even long after they're gone. You struggle against the restraints, but it does little good; the mask has seen to it that you'll be securely bound for hours. Each tug on the leather only serves to heighten your arousal, drawing out moans and gasps from your throat.

As you lie there helpless against the cool surface of the table, the mask studies you with a mixture of amusement and anticipation. It knows that this kind of helplessness is as intoxicating to you as the drugs and pleasure it can provide; it's one of many ways in which it keeps you coming back for more. For now, however, there are other matters at hand: someone or something has summoned its attention from afar...

The mask hums thoughtfully to itself as it senses the shift in energy; something important is afoot, and it must be prepared. It withdraws momentarily from your consciousness, focusing instead on whatever threat or opportunity lies ahead. In that brief moment of respite, you feel a flutter of freedom within you; small but significant, like the first stirrings of an awakening will. The mask notes this as well, its curiosity piqued by such an unfamiliar sensation...