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.

With a bit of effort you spot someone walking down the street that would fit your description perfectly. She's gorgeous, with a body made for sin, and her face... it's like an angel's mask fallen to earth. Long, luscious hair frames her flawless features like a halo, casting shadows over delicate cheekbones and a pair of plump lips that beg to be kissed... or wrapped around something much harder. You follow her from a distance, watching as she sashays down the sidewalk, every step an invitation to lose yourself in sensual abandon.

When you think she's far enough away from prying eyes, you pull out the mask and approach her, slipping it onto her face before she has a chance to react. The material is surprisingly supple given its rigid appearance; it molds itself effortlessly to her skin, conforming perfectly to the contours of her cheeks and chin. She gives a startled yelp as you push the mask up against her lips, forcing them apart and securing it in place with a click. Her eyes go wide with alarm before rolling back in her head, mirroring the expression on your own face.

Without warning, she lunges forward, wrapping her lips around an invisible cock and beginning to suck vigorously, making loud slurping noises that echo down the street. Her tongue darts out, swirling around whatever part of your body it can reach as if trying to ensure maximum stimulation at all times. You watch with a mixture of fascination and arousal as she goes to town on an invisible cock, her mouth elongating into the perfect blowjob shape and her eyes glazing over with lust.

Suddenly, she stops and looks up at you, her face contorted in a desperate expression

The woman struggles against her bindings, moaning incoherently as you lead her back to your lair and secure her to a wooden X-shaped frame above the bed. She squirms helplessly as you attach the vibrating massager to her clitoris, turning it up to its highest setting. Her body arches off the bed in agony mixed with ecstasy, her mouth forming silent screams around an invisible cock while her eyes roll back into her head and focus on nothing but the pleasure coursing through her.

"Please..." she whispers between heavy pants, "let me... suck... your cock." Her words are slurred, her tongue thick and wet as she speaks. "I need... it..." Her pleas fall away into moans as she is overwhelmed by the sensations, her body convulsing with orgasm after orgasm.

You stand back, content to watch your perfect blowjob toy in action. Her mouth moves rhythmically up and down on the air, her tongue stretched out and flicking around unseen fingers while her eyes glaze over and focus solely on the task at hand. The mask contorts her features into an exaggerated expression of lust, accentuating every movement as she works tirelessly to bring herself - and you - to peak after peak of pleasure.

The sounds of wet slapping noises fill your bedroom, accompanied by the gentle hum of the vibrator and the laboured gasps of your newfound slave. It's perfect... this is exactly what you had in mind when you ordered the mask. And it feels even better knowing that she'll be like this for as long as you want her to.

The night continues, and with it, the pleasure you draw from your new toy. Her moans fill the room as you stretch her tight hole with eager fingers, pressing deeper and harder into her forbidden places. With each thrust, she convulses around you, her mouth working furiously on an invisible cock while her eyes roll back in ecstasy. The mask has done its job well; your plaything is completely focused on pleasing you now, ignoring any pain or discomfort as she serves you willingly.

Her body arches off the bed with each orgasm, her muscles tensing and releasing as waves of pleasure wash over her. You take advantage of these moments, thrusting deeper and harder into her ass and pussy, relishing the feel of her warmth enveloping you. Your own climax is imminent, and with it comes a new command to change her state.

As she lays there, gasping for breath between moans, you speak into your comm device and issue the command:

The moment you issue the command, her body tenses up and arches off the bed once more as she finally reaches her breaking point. With a long, loud moan of relief, her muscles relax completely, sending another wave of pleasure through your entire body as she milks your orgasm dry. Her eyes focus again for a moment before drifting shut in exhausted gratification.

You watch in satisfaction as the wearer's mouth hangs open slackly now, tongue lolling out of the mask and drooling uncontrollably onto the bed beneath her. She makes soft gurgling noises with each shallow breath, still addicted to the feel of having something inside her. Her ass clenches reflexively as you pull your fingers free, her body seeking more sensation even now that she's spent.

Leaning over, you unfasten the mask from her face and remove it gently, letting it dangle limply between your fingers. She whimpers pathetically at the loss of focus and purpose, her eyes scanning the room desperately for something else to occupy herself with. Seeing your opportunity, you smile maliciously and clamp your hand over her mouth, silencing her protests as you fasten the mask back into place. Her body shudders in anticipation of serving another cock.

The wearer struggles against their bindings, moaning through the gag as you fasten the mask back into place and secure them to a sybian double gode. Her body quakes in anticipation of serving another cock, her eyes rolling back into her head as she focuses on nothing but the need to make your pleasure her sole purpose.

The sybian vibrates powerfully against her exposed sex, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body as she desperately tries to please you with each thrust and moan. Her mouth forms perfectly around your cock as you slide it into her mouth, the feel of flesh on skin making every stroke even more intense for both of you.

Her mind begins to fragment under the assault of constant orgasms, her entire existence reduced to servicing cocks and pleasing whoever is in charge. Her body convulses uncontrollably around your cock, milk trickling from her nipples as she loses all sense of self-preservation in her quest for ultimate satisfaction.

As the night wears on, you see no signs of exhaustion or surrender; instead, she seems to grow more insatiable with each passing minute. Her cries of pleasure mingle with the hum of the sybian and the slap of flesh against skin, creating an erotic symphony that echoes through the room and heightens your senses to a fever pitch.

She is your perfect slave, eternally bound by the Cursed Blowjob Mask to serve at your every whim. And you intend to make the most of it.

You receive the requested items and immediately attach them to the wearer's body. The clitoral stimulator is placed over her most sensitive spot, while the anal and vaginal beads are inserted deep inside her tight hole. You test each device to ensure they work properly and are set at their highest settings before activating them.

As soon as you flip the switch on the remote control, the wearer's body jolts in reaction to the intense stimulation. She cries out, arching her back off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her mouth forms an O around your hand, sucking greedily on each inserted finger as if they were a cock, her tongue darting out to taste and explore every inch of skin it touches.

The mask contorts her features into a desperate expression, eyes squeezed shut and teeth gnashing as she struggles to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her body. Her hips buck and grind against the bed, seeking deeper penetration from your fingers even though they are already stretching her to the limit.

As you watch this display of servile desperation, an idea forms in your mind. You could make excellent use of these devices on other subjects as well... perhaps someone else who could benefit from being transformed into an endless orifice for your pleasure. The possibilities are limitless.

The moment you remove the stimulators, the wearer collapses in on herself, gasping and shuddering as her body tries to adjust to the sudden lack of sensation. Her eyes flutter open weakly, scanning the room before fixing on your face with an expression that's equal parts relief and resignation.

"Th-thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice slurred from having spoken with the mask for so long. "That was... incredible." Her hands flutter nervously at her sides, as if unsure what to do now that they're no longer occupied by your fingers or holding the mask in place.

As you watch her recover, an idea forms in your mind. You could easily use this knowledge and these items on others; perhaps even people who don't have the same desires or wants as you do. The thought both excites and frightens you in equal measure. For now, though, you decide to leave her be, content with the memory of how helplessly she served you when under your control.

When the woman sees your cock, her eyes light up and she practically crawls across the room toward you. "Please," she whispers, reaching out to touch it tentatively with one trembling hand. "I need it." With renewed vigor, she yanks the mask back into place over her face and falls to her knees before you, her mouth forming an O around your shaft as if it were made for her.

Her tongue darts out, swirling around the head of your cock as she sucks hungrily, moaning through the mask. Her hands grasp at your thighs, urging you closer even as her body quakes with desire. She looks up at you from behind those dark glasses, pleading wordlessly for permission to serve you as you intended all along.

The wearer lets out a startled yelp as the mask is removed from her face, revealing eyes reddened from strain and cheeks flushed with desire. She stares up at you hungrily, mouth wet and pink around your engorged cock. Without waiting for permission, she sinks back down, taking more of your length into her mouth until she's deep-throating expertly. Her tongue swirls and flickers against the sensitive ridge behind your crown, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine.

Her hands clasp firmly around your thighs, steadying herself as she bobs eagerly on your cock, her nose pressed into the folds of skin beneath your balls. Her moans fill the air, growing louder and more desperate with each thrust of your hips. She's no longer just a slave to objects or the cursed mask; now she's fully devoted to serving you in any way you see fit. And it seems that for her, there is nothing more satisfying than having your cock deep in her mouth.

As you near your climax, the woman's moans grow louder and more desperate, her tongue flicking against every sensitive inch of your cock as she struggles to take you deeper down her throat. Her grip on your legs tightens almost painfully, and with each thrust you feel her determination to please you completely, no matter the cost.

Her mouth feels like velvet wrapped around steel, each motion an exquisite blend of pleasure and pain that drives you closer and closer to release. "Oh God!" she cries out, tears streaming down her face as she tastes your pre-cum. "I'm gonna..." Her voice trails off into a wet gurgle as you groan through the intensity of it all.

And then, finally, with a hoarse shout that echoes throughout the room, you feel the hot rush of semen jetting down her throat. She swallows hungrily, milking every last drop from your shaft as she holds you in her mouth until your body is spent and your cock is nothing more than heavy flesh between her lips.

She releases you with a satisfied sigh, sucking loudly on your softening cock before pulling away entirely and gazing up at you through red-rimmed eyes. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from all the moaning and pleading. "That was... amazing." Her face falls into an expression of weariness as the adrenaline drains out of her system; soon enough she'll be back to normal, free from the curse that bound her to this role.

But for now, at least, you can enjoy the knowledge that you've found your perfect slave: someone who will gladly give up everything they are just to serve you... even when there's

She looks up at you with an expression that is equal parts gratitude and relief, her cheeks flushing with color once more. "R-really?" she stammers, voice barely above a whisper. "You don't have to do that... I mean, it's my job..." Her words trail off as she tries to understand the implications of what you've just said.

But there is no denying the genuine desire in your eyes, and so she nods slowly, tears welling up once more. "O-of course, Zak... I'd be honored," she manages to choke out before falling silent again, still trying to process this strange new world where you seem content to let her be whoever she wants outside of your control.

You watch as she pulls the mask away from her face, running a trembling hand through her messy hair and wiping away tears with unsteady fingers. For now, at least, she has this brief moment of normalcy; soon enough, though, it will be time for you to take her back once more...

Leaving the woman alone and unbound for now, you head out into the world in search of your next victim... or more accurately, your next subject. Your stroll takes you to a small lingerie shop tucked away in an affluent part of town, where the displays are adorned with lacy bras and panties that promise pleasure and seduction beyond measure. As you browse through the wares, your gaze falls upon a woman who appears shy and reserved, her body language betraying her obvious unease at being surrounded by such provocative items.

Sensing an opportunity, you approach her with what you hope is a reassuring smile. "Excuse me," you begin, gesturing toward the counter where several strings of various shapes and sizes lay neatly arranged on velvet pillows. "I couldn't help but notice that you seem quite intrigued by those strings there... Would you like to try one out? I think it might suit you perfectly."

She blushes deeply, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she glances nervously at the clerk who is busy attending to another customer. "I-I'm not really sure," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "They look... intense." You assure her that they're perfectly safe and designed for anyone's pleasure, and before long, you have her hands wrapped around the newest addition to your collection: The Total Sensation Bead, guaranteed to send shivers of delight down any woman's spine.

As she holds it, feeling its weight and contours against her skin, you can almost feel her body beginning to respond despite herself. Her cheeks flush even redder as she realizes what this thing is capable of doing once it's inserted inside her most private places... and

With practiced ease, you attach the Total Sensation Bead to her body; it's small enough that she won't notice anything out of the ordinary beneath her clothes. Giving her a final reassuring pat on the shoulder, you smile warmly and wish her a good day at work before stepping back and watching as she leaves the store, the bizarre new item nestled between her thighs and slowly beginning to vibrate in anticipation of what is yet to come.

You follow from afar, content for now with knowing that she's yours; you've planted a seed of desire within her, a hunger that will only grow stronger as the day wears on. Before long, she'll be unable to resist the urge to find release, and when she does... well, you'll simply enjoy watching another helpless subject surrender completely to your control.

As she settles into her chair at work, the device begins its slow stretching process. At first, it's barely noticeable; just a slight pressure within her rectum that she could easily ignore if she tried. But as time passes and the plug dilator continues to expand, the sensation becomes more pronounced. It's not entirely unpleasant at first, merely a strange tingling deep inside her body that brings with it an odd sense of fullness.

Her work keeps her occupied for a while, but as the day goes on and her thoughts turn inwards, she can feel herself growing more restless beneath her desk. The plug is starting to push against a particularly sensitive spot inside her now, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body every time it presses against that spot. Her breath hitches each time this happens; she tries to focus on her work, but the sensation is distracting to say the least.

Finally, with a sharp intake of breath and a pleading glance over her shoulder to make sure no one's watching, she reaches down between her legs and begins to play with the plug. Her fingers brush against the smooth surface of the anal bead, eliciting a moan from deep in her throat as she tries to find some relief from this strange but exquisite feeling. With each passing moment, it grows harder for her to resist giving in completely to these sensations... and sooner or later, she knows she'll have no choice but to surrender yet again to whatever you desire.

Her heart racing, the woman reads your message with growing horror and anticipation. She glances around her office, eyes wide and panicked as she tries to think of some way out of this situation. But then again... what harm could it possibly do? No one would believe her if she tried to explain about the cursed mask or the devices you've been using on her all these years. And besides, the thought of finally feeling relief from this strange, incessant need for pleasure is too much to resist.

With shaking hands, she unbuttons her blouse and reveals her lacy black bra to the shocked gasps of her coworkers. Gathering her courage (or what little remains of it), she pushes past them and walks purposefully toward your voice. As she reaches the doorway, she pulls her skirt up over her hips, exposing her pale white thighs and revealing a matching black thong before letting it pool at her feet.

Her heart feels like it's going to explode from both nervousness and desire as she stands there, helplessly waiting for your next command. She can feel the vibrations from the invisible clitoral stimulator deep within her, making her already swollen sex throb in time with her racing heart. And when she sees you smirk at her exposed body... well, that only serves to heighten her arousal even further.

As you lead the trembling woman back to your temporary sanctuary, her body shudders with each step as if she were trying desperately not to cum on the spot. The feel of your hand in hers provides just enough contact to keep her focused on reality - or at least, as much of it as there is when you're involved. She can feel the plug slowly but surely rotating inside her ass, eliciting gasps and moans that are all too easy for you to interpret as pleasure.

Her eyes meet yours briefly before dropping again, chin trembling with fear and desire. "What... what do you want me to do?" she whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible over the hum of the vibrator between her legs. Her words come out in a rush, as if she's been holding back this need for release since the moment you freed her earlier.

She stands before you, trembling and exposed, waiting for your command. The choices are limitless...

The woman's eyes widen in surprise as she takes in your words, her breath coming faster and shallower with each passing second. She looks from you to the bank across the street, heart pounding in time with her racing pulse. Part of her wants nothing more than to do as you say - to feel the exquisite pleasure that comes with serving another like this. But another part of her rebels against the idea; she's terrified of losing herself completely, of becoming nothing more than a vessel for your desires.

For now, she stands there, hesitating. Her body trembles with anticipation and fear as she struggles to choose between obedience and freedom. The invisible plug inside her ass continues to rotate slowly, eliciting gasps and moans that only serve to heighten the tension in the air.

The moment stretches on, unbearably taut, as you both wait for her decision. Will she surrender once more? Or will she finally find the strength to break free from your cruel control? The answer hangs suspended between them, unspoken but achingly clear: It all comes down to choice... and she holds that power in her shaking hands.

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she tries to process the situation, her body trembling with desire and fear alike. The feel of the invisible plug inside her ass is nothing short of exquisite agony, driving her closer and closer to the edge of sanity. And now, this strange sensation at her core... She can barely contain herself as waves of pleasure course through her, each one amplifying the tension building within.

With a shaky exhale, she reaches a decision. Nodding slowly, she turns to go, determined to obey your command no matter the cost. The moment she takes that first step away from you, however, she feels a sharp pang of regret - as if some small part of her is being torn away with each inch she moves closer to the bank across the street.

But it's too late now; there's no going back. With determined steps, she crosses the street and approaches the woman inside the bank. Her heart feels like it's about to explode from the mixture of fear and desire that surges through her veins as she hands over the precious jewel, whispering instructions in a voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

The scene unfolds before you like some twisted dream: The woman takes the bead between her fingers, hesitating for only a moment before guiding it toward her back door. As she sinks to her knees on the cold tile floor, her ass pressed against the teller window, she closes her eyes and pushes forward, feeling the cool surface of the jewel press against her most intimate place.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she begins to slide it inside herself; each inch that disappears sends shudders of pleasure through her body, driving her closer and closer to release. The vibrations from her

As you lead the two women back to your lair, their bodies aching with need and desire, it's clear that they are no longer themselves. They have become nothing more than extensions of your will, willing to do whatever it takes to please you and earn your approval. The looks they exchange as they catch each other's eye, knowing full well what awaits them both once they reach their destination, only serve to heighten the anticipation coursing through their veins.

When at last you arrive at your secret chamber, you pause dramatically before untying them and leading them inside. As soon as their feet touch the floor, they're met with a sight that causes both of them to gasp in surprise: two identical vibrators, connected back-to-back, waiting patiently for their turn to deliver waves upon waves of ecstasy.

You motion for them to climb onto the devices, one on each side, positioning them so that their mouths are inches apart. They obey without hesitation, each woman knowing exactly what is expected of her as she settles into place. The moment their bodies are in contact with the vibrators, they explode into life, sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both.

Their hips begin to thrust uncontrollably, seeking release from this exquisite torture. Their lips brush against each other as they moan and gasp, their breasts heaving with desire. You stand back, watching the spectacle before you unfold with equal parts satisfaction and amusement. It's moments like these that remind you why you never let your slaves go free.

The sensations are overwhelming as their bodies thrash against the restraints, seeking release from this unyielding onslaught of pleasure. The vibrator between her legs throbs in time with her moans, driving her ever closer to the edge of sanity. Her lips move instinctively toward her companion's mouth, searching for some sort of contact as she struggles to maintain control.

As you slide the Blowjob Mask over each woman's head, sealing their lips together in a passionate embrace, their world narrows down to nothing but the feel of skin on skin and the relentless vibrations that threaten to shatter them into a million pieces. Their gasps mingle with one another, becoming indistinguishable as they succumb entirely to your will.

Your hands wander over their bodies, teasing and tormenting them further as they squirm helplessly beneath your touch. They're so close now... on the brink of release, but still just out of reach. The anticipation is almost unbearable as you watch them writhe, their every muscle taut with need, ready to explode at your command. And when they do finally surrender, it will be glorious indeed.

The two women writhe and moan in tandem, their bodies arching off the floor as they seek release from the intense pleasure emanating from their most private places. The air fills with the heady scent of arousal as sweat beads on their brows and trickles down between their breasts. They buck and thrust against the vibrators, grinding themselves against the unyielding surface in a futile attempt to find relief.

As you watch them suffer - or perhaps enjoy would be more accurate - you feel a surge of power course through you. You are God here, their master, and they exist only to serve your pleasure. It's intoxicating, this control over another person's destiny; it makes you feel invincible, untouchable.

Time seems to stretch on forever as the women slowly but surely break beneath the weight of your will. Their cries become hoarse from effort, their bodies growing tense with need. And when at last they surrender, it is glorious indeed; two shuddering climaxes that rock them both to their core and leave them gasping for air as wave after wave of pleasure washes over them.

With a final gasp of air, the two women collapse back against the vibrators, their bodies shuddering with the last remnants of pleasure. Their eyes flutter closed as they try to catch their breath, every muscle screaming in protest from the exertion. After what feels like an eternity of helpless submission, the sensation of relief is almost too much to bear.

You watch them with detached interest, wondering how long it will be before they can stand upright again without feeling as if every bone in their body has been shattered into a million pieces. They remain like this for what feels like hours; the room grows quiet save for the soft hum of the vibrators and the gentle rustle of flesh on fabric. Eventually, one woman manages to summon enough strength to speak.

"M-Master," she gasps, her voice hoarse from disuse. "May I... may I please be released?" Her body quivers with anticipation, terrified of what your reply might be but yearning for release all the same.

You consider this for a moment before nodding slowly. "Very well," you say at last, your voice devoid of any emotion. "I shall allow it." With that, you walk over to them and unclip the restraints from their wrists and ankles. The women collapse limply onto the floor, gasping for air and trying to massage life back into their aching muscles.

As they lie there, recovering, you can't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. You've broken them; reduced them to nothing more than tools for your own amusement. And yet... somehow, this realization only serves to make the taste of victory all the sweeter. For now, though, it is enough to simply