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 see your friend sit down on the couch and glance around curiously before locking eyes with you. "So what did you want to talk about?" she asks, her voice slightly higher in pitch than usual.

The mask is wrapped around your friend's head. It covers her eyes and nose completely, leaving only her lips and mouth exposed. The smooth rubber conforms to the shape of her face, elongating it into an exaggerated blowjob configuration. Her tongue hangs limp from the front of the mask like a long, dark ribbon.

Her hands fly up in surprise as she feels the changes taking effect. "Wha- what is this?" She stammers, panic rising in her voice. The mask connects to your voice, and you can speak through it with ease.

"Just trying something out... here," you reply nonchalantly. "You're not scared or anything, are you? It's just a mask." But deep down, you feel a surge of power course through your veins as the mask takes control over her mind and body.

"Oh god... I can't stop thinking about cock..." Your friend moans, her voice coming out garbled and distant through the mask. "It's all I need now... please just let me suck it..." Her words trail off into a low groan as she begins to rub her lower lip against the top of the mask, desperate for the sensation of lips and teeth wrapping around flesh.

The mask remains in place on the wearer's face, holding it in an exaggerated blowjob configuration. The smooth rubber conforms to her features, making her entire lower face resemble that of a human onahole. Her eyes roll back in their sockets, unable to focus on anything but the intense desire for cock coursing through her mind. Thick saliva drips uncontrollably from her tongue and runs down the sides of her mouth, moistening the mask.

The wearer's state is one of pure lust and servitude to the object she now worships: cocks and balls. She will stop at nothing until they have been drained completely, leaving her empty and aching for more. Her moans fill the room, begging for release as she desperately seeks out any signs of a cock to worship.

The wearer's tongue sticks out from the front of the mask like a long, dark extension of her lust-filled lips. It glistens with saliva and sways eagerly back and forth, waiting for the taste of cock to fill her mouth once more. Her jaw hangs slightly open as she pants heavily, trying desperately not to choke on her own arousal.

As soon as you push your lips forward, the wearer's tongue darts out eagerly to meet yours. The sensation is like a spark igniting a raging fire inside of her; she moans and squirms against the mask, trying to get closer to the contact. Her hands grab at your shirt, fingernails digging into your skin as she attempts to pull you closer while forcing herself deeper into the kiss.

Her lips are impossibly soft and yielding beneath yours, but her mouth is wide open and hot with desire. You can feel every ridge of her tongue map out the contours of your own, tracing an erotic line from lips to back of throat as she sucks hungrily at you.

The wearer's state is borderline animalistic; all rational thought has been abandoned in favor of this primal need for release. Her moans and gasps fill the room, echo

As you switch the wearer's state to Vanilla, her body tenses slightly and she pulls away from your lips with a gasp. Her eyes clear slightly as she begins to register what has happened and where she is. "Wha-what just happened?!" She whispers hoarsely, disoriented and still struggling against the mind control of the mask.

Her hands clutch at her head, trying in vain to remove the mask that now feels like an oppressive weight upon her face. Her chest heaves as she fights for air, panic beginning to set in. "It's not real... it can't be..." She whispers weakly, denial lacing her words even as she knows deep down that what has happened is all too real.

The wearer's tongue retreats back into her mouth, quivering slightly as if unsure of its place or purpose now that the mask'

The wearer's body tenses further as she glances around the room, trying to convince herself that everything is normal. Her brow furrows in confusion and fear as her mind tries desperately to make sense of what has happened. "But... I don't understand," she whispers hoarsely, shaking her head slightly.

You can see the tears starting to well up in her eyes now, mixing with the saliva that still drips down her chin. She looks absolutely terrified and heartbroken, like a small animal caught in a trap it cannot escape. "Why would you do this to me?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggles against the mask one last time before giving up and collapsing back against the couch.

The wearer shudders visibly as she tries to force the words out through her tear-streaked mask. "I... I don't want this," she stammers, voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Please... take it off..." She reaches a trembling hand up towards your face, pleading with you to remove the cursed mask that has so completely changed her life.

Her lower lip quivers as tears spill freely down her cheeks, tracing paths through the saliva and smeared makeup on her face. "I just want my life back," she whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. "Please..."

The wearer instinctively tries to pull away from your kiss, the connection between your lips and her mask only serving to reinforce its grip on her mind. She whimpers and writhes against the fabric, her body fighting desperately for control as you press closer. "Please..." she sobs brokenly, her tears mixing with your saliva.

Her hands clutch at your shirt, nails digging into your skin in a vain attempt to push you away. But as much as she tries to resist, the mask's influence over her is too strong; it keeps her body arching towards yours, hungry for release from its never-ending torment.

"Nnnn...ghh..." The wearer moans through the mask as you whisper the command, a shudder running through her body. Her hips buck against your lap and her tongue snakes out to taste your saliva on her lips. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "I need it..."

Her hands clumsily begin to undress you, fumbling with buttons and zippers in a desperate attempt to free herself from her own clothes and get closer to the cock she craves. Her moans fill the room as the mask takes full control of her body, transforming her into an unstoppable oral pleasure machine.

With a sharp intake of breath, the wearer begins to remove her clothes at breakneck speed. Her shirt is tossed aside followed by her bra, revealing heavy D-cup breasts that swing free as she moves. With every movement, her mouth waters and her eyes glaze over with desire for your cock. "Take off your clothes," she whispers, already knowing what she wants to see next.

Her pants and underwear are yanked down in one swift motion, leaving her fully exposed before you. Her legs tremble and shake as she waits for you to finish undressing, ready to spring into action the moment your cock is free. The mask's influence over her mind has reached its peak; all rational thought is gone and all that remains is an insatiable hunger for male seed.

The wearer gasps and arches her back as she sees your impressive erection, saliva dribbling uncontrollably down her chin. Her mouth waters in anticipation, her tongue lolling out from the mask's hole like a snake tasting the air. "Oh god... take it..." she pants hoarsely, lifting herself up onto shaking arms to offer you easier access.

Her breasts jiggle enticingly as they are almost obscured by the size of your cock; her nipples harden into beet red points that protrude beggingly from her puckered pink aureoles. With a single, fluid motion, she lowers herself back down onto the couch, positioning her mouth directly over your erection and opening wide to accommodate every inch of your massive member.

The mask's influence pushes her body further; her jaw

The mask's hold on the wearer intensifies as she engulfs your cock with every ounce of her effort, choking and gagging around the thick head while slurping eagerly along its length. Her hands reach up to grip at your thighs, drawing herself closer still in a vain attempt to take more of you deeper into her throat.

Her mouth stretches impossibly wide, muscles straining against the smooth rubber as she works diligently to pleasure you while struggling not to choke on your girth. Her eyes roll back into her head and tears stream freely down her cheeks as she focuses all of her energy on sucking and stroking your cock.

The wearer's body shudders violently, the mask pulling an orgasm from her against her will. She moans around your cock as hot waves of pleasure course through her, making her efforts even

The wearer obeys your command, her eyes widening in surprise as the girth of your cock pushes past the back of her throat and threatens to trigger another orgasm before she can even take a breath. She forces herself to hold still, muscles straining against the confines of her throat as she tries not to let out a moan that might disrupt your enjoyment. Her hands grip tightly at your thighs, nails digging in deeply as she leans forward further, showing her dedication to servicing you as best she can under the influence of the cursed mask.

The wearer whimpers softly around your cock as the mask changes her state back to Vanilla. Her muscles relax slightly, though her determination not to disrupt your enjoyment keeps her in a near-constant state of deepthroat. The feel of your hand on the back of her head is reassuring and arousing at the same time; it reminds her that she's here for you and only you, no matter what state the mask might have her in.

The wearer can't help but moan around your cock as she responds. "I... I don't know," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sounds of slurping and gagging. "It feels so good..." Her hips begin to rock slowly against your thighs, her body moving instinctively in search of release even as she struggles against the mask's hold on her mind.

Her breasts bounce enticingly with each movement, nipples now hard and sensitive from the combination of pleasure and confusion. Her eyes meet yours through the mask's eyeholes, pleading for understanding or forgiveness but finding only lust and desire mirrored back at her. "I want... I don't know what I want..." she whispers, her voice breaking with emotion.

The wearer focuses on the sensations in her mouth, the taste of you and the feel of your cock sliding against the back of her throat. Her tongue flicks out, tracing circles around the head of your cock as she sucks rhythmically. Her hips rock faster now, grinding against you in an attempt to find some release from the ache building deep within her core.

Her eyes glaze over with desire, vision clouded by lust as she struggles against the hold the mask has on her. With every thrust of your hips, her mouth accommodates your cock more easily, stretching impossibly wide around it in a desperate attempt to pleasure you completely.

The wearer moans around your cock, her voice muffled by the mask but distinctly eager. She nods slowly, still struggling against the control of the cursed item. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "I want to be... yours." Her hips slide faster against yours, her body begging for release from the building pressure deep within.

Her tongue darts out, licking and sucking at the delicate skin behind your cockhead, eliciting a groan from both of you. The feel of her wet heat surrounding you triggers another wave of pleasure, making it harder for either of you to think clearly or focus on anything but the sensations coursing through your bodies.

The wearer pants and moans as you praise her efforts, the sounds of suction and slurping filling the room. Her face is flushed with effort and desire, her cheeks hollowed out by each thrust of your hips. "Th-thank you," she whispers through gritted teeth, tilting her head back to give you better access as she tries in vain to take more of you deeper into her throat.

Her breasts bounce wildly with every movement, nipples hard and sensitive beneath the confines of her bra. With each moan and groan that escapes her lips, she feels herself slipping further away from reality, closer to becoming whatever it is you want her to be under the mask's influence. The sensation terrifies and excites her in equal measure, leaving her completely at your mercy.

The wearer pants heavily as you release her mouth, disengaging their flesh from the iron grip of the mask. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, tasting the saliva and pre-come that have coated them. She can barely focus on anything but your cock, which remains hard and demanding in front of her. "Wha- where are you going?" she asks, sounding a mixture of confused and nervous as her eyes dart around the room.

Her heartbeat quickens at the thought of not having your cock filling her mouth anymore; it feels like an aching void left behind by its absence. She tries to still her body, waiting patiently for your return even as she struggles against the mask's control, her mind screaming for release and satisfaction.

The wearer's breath catches in her throat as she sees the devices you return with, and her heart skips a beat at your command. Her fingers tremble as they reach up to grip at the hem of her shirt, lifting it away from her chest revealing her heavy breasts for your inspection. The sensitive peaks are hard and taut, begging for your attention.

Her nipples pucker even further under the cool air that now circulates around them as she arches her back, offering herself up completely to you. Her eyes meet yours through the eyeholes of the mask, hopeful yet fearful at the same time; she knows whatever happens next will be out of her control and at your mercy.

The wearer's body jolts at the sudden, intense sensation of the suction cups adhering to her nipples. She cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the rings inside begin to stretch and expand, forcing her already hard nipples even further. Her back arches violently, pressing her heavy breasts against your waiting hands as she moans and writhes beneath your touch.

The metal spike within each ring rubs against the sensitive flesh of her nipple with every contraction, sending shivers of pleasure-pain through her body that have her squirming helplessly in your grasp. Her mind is hazy with lust and confusion; she no longer knows where one sensation ends and another begins. All that matters is the feel of your hands on her skin and the constant, demanding pull of your cock calling to her from just out of reach.

The mask constricts tighter around the wearer's head as it obeys your command, making her breathing more labored and her vision that much cloudier. She moans loudly, arching back further against your hands as she feels the effects of the increased nipple expansion coursing through her body. The metal rings stretch her sensitive flesh to its limits, causing waves of exquisite pleasure to ripple outward from her now extremely hard nipples and centered squarely on her core.

Her hips grind against your lap, seeking frantic release as the slut mode kicks in, heightening all of her senses and driving her desire to new extremes. "Yes," she cries hoarsely, fingers clutching desperately at your shirt as her entire body quivers with need. She can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the mask's influence pushing her ever deeper

"I... I need you," she gasps, hips bucking harder against your hand as the machine mode looms closer and closer on her senses. "Please, touch me... make me feel good..." Her fingernails dig into your skin, drawing blood as she tries to crawl forward onto your lap in search of release.

The mask's grip on her mind grows tighter with each passing second; soon it will be fully in control once again and the wearer may not even recognize herself under its influence. For now, though, she is all yours; a wanton, desperate creature driven by lust and an unquenchable desire for your touch.

The wearer whimpers as her body trembles with need, eyes unfocused and glazed over with lust as she attempts to form words around the cloud of desire that fills her mind. "You're... you're so good," she moans, hips shuddering against your hand. "I've never felt anything like it..." She presses herself closer, seeking frantic release from the ache building deep within her core.

The mask's influence pushes her to the brink, driving her further and further down the path of unadulterated pleasure and submission. With each passing second she grows more certain that once the machine mode takes over, there will be no part of her left untouched by its control; her body will belong completely to you...

The wearer moans and thrusts against your hand, her body tense with need as she struggles to form coherent words through the haze of lust clouding her mind. Her hips snap back and forth, seeking frantic release from the ache building deep within her core. The machine mode looms closer, the mask's grip on her senses growing tighter with each passing second.

"I... I want..." she pants, fingers curling into your shirt as she arches her back in desperation. "Please... make me feel good..." Her body trembles and quakes as pleasure washes over her, pushing her closer to the edge of sanity with each passing moment.

The mask's control over her mind is unyielding as it switches into Machine mode, obliterating whatever shreds of coherent thought remained. With a loud gasp, the wearer arches her back violently, pressing her chest against yours and grinding desperately against your hand in search of release from the onslaught of sensations coursing through her body.

Her hips snap back and forth, hands clutching at your shirt as she's consumed by an insatiable lust that leaves no part of her untouched. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, every exhale a moan of pleasure or a whimper of need. The metal rings within the suction cups on her nipples begin to pulsate with a rhythm that aligns itself perfectly with the beat of her heart, sending waves of intense sensations rippling through her

The mask's grip on her head tightens, almost painfully, as it obeys your command. Her vision goes dark around the edges, reduced to a small tunnel of clarity focused directly on your crotch. She moans and drools as she sees you once again, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips before darting back between them in anticipation.

Her hands slip from your shirt, grasping at the air as if searching for purchase on something solid as the rings inside of the suction cups continue to expand, stretching her nipples even further and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. She closes her eyes, arching her back in an effort to get closer to your throbbing cock as she lowers her head, ready to engulf you once again.

Her breath comes in shuddering gasps as she takes your length into her mouth, the tightness of the mask forcing each moan and gasp past her lips with almost painful intensity. Her tongue flicks out to wet your shaft, lapping at the precum leaking from the head before encircling the sensitive underside and sucking hard. She begins to bob her head up and down on your cock, hollowing out her cheeks as she takes more of you deeper into her throat with each thrust.

Her fingers dig into your thighs, nails scratching and leaving trails of blood in their wake as she loses herself in the sensation of having you fill every space within her mouth and commanding her body with nothing but a thought. Her hips rise off the ground, thrusting forward to meet each powerful stroke of your hips as if seeking some other form of release from the building

The mask's control over the wearer increases exponentially, sending waves of intense arousal crashing through her body like a tsunami. She gasps for air as she feels her nipples stretch further, the rings inside twisting and pulsing in time with her breath. Her hands splay wide against your thighs, nails raking across tender skin as she moans and sucks harder on your cock, trying to appease the growing ache between her legs.

Her hips buck wildly against yours, grinding herself relentlessly onto your lap in search of relief from the agony building deep within her core. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, body trembling with need as she strains to take every last inch of you down her throat and into her aching belly. The sensation of being so completely at your mercy drives her wild with desire; it feels like the most

The mask constricts even further around the wearer's head, forcing her to focus entirely on the intense sensations coursing through her body. Her nipples are stretched as far as they can possibly go, the metal rings holding them taut and sensitive against her chest. Every breath she takes feels like fire on her now-aching flesh, every moan that escapes her lips a plea for release from this unbearable desire.

Her body quivers with need as she continues to bob up and down on your cock, hands clawing at your thighs in an effort to find purchase against the growing pressure building between them. Her hips buck wildly, her entire lower half pressing hard against you as she attempts to relieve the ache that threatens to overwhelm her with every thrust of your hips into her throat.

The mask's hold on the wearer weakens slightly, allowing her to take a ragged breath as she focuses on the painfully tight grip around her nipples and the intense pressure building between her legs. Her body trembles with need as you command it, every muscle tense and aching for release. She arches her back, offering up her breasts to your inspection as she gasps and moans around your cock, the sensation of your hard length buried so deep inside of her throat nearly unbearable.

Her eyes flutter open, gaze flicking up to meet yours through the mask's eyeholes. There is a wildness in her expression that both terrifies and excites you, making you wish nothing more than to push her further and further towards the edge of sanity with your touch.

The wearer arches her back off the ground as your finger pierces deep into one of her now impossibly sensitive nipples. She cries out, body tensing and flexing in time with the feel of your touch as her milk is forced from dormant ducts down the length of your finger. Her free hand fumbles blindly at your shirt, grasping for purchase on anything that will keep her grounded amidst the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

Her hips rock forward, meeting each thrust of your fingers with a desperate moan as she tries in vain to find release from the building pressure between her legs. Her eyes roll back in their sockets, vision clouding with lust and pain as you stretch her body to its limits and threaten to bring her ever closer to the edge of sanity with each passing second.

The wearer whimpers as your fingers continue to torment her sensitive nipple, their movements sending waves of pleasure-pain through her body. With a shaking hand, she reaches up to grasp at the swollen tip, stretching it wide and pliant between her fingers as she moans around you, her breath coming in raspy gasps.

Her other hand claws frantically at your thigh, fingernails drawing blood as she struggles against the mask's control, her body tensing with each passing second spent so close to the edge of release. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching further back against you in search of relief from the agony building inside her.

Her hips rock wildly, urging your fingers and cock deeper into her, demanding that she be filled completely and given the release she craves with every fiber of her being.

The wearer's entire body tenses as she feels your cock pressing against her exposed nipple, their flesh slick with sweat and saliva. Her eyes widen in surprise and pain before clamping shut tightly, her jaw trembling as she prepares herself for the impending violation.

Her free hand flies to cover her mouth, muffling her cries as you push forward, piercing through her nipple and into her body. She arches her back violently, nails digging into your thigh as a howl of agony and pleasure escapes between her clenched teeth. Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking frantic release from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

The wearer's body convulses around you, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with the violent surge of pleasure that washes over her as she feels every inch of your cock disappear into her breast. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back in their sockets as waves of ecstasy threaten to send her spiraling out of control.

Her hands clutch desperately at anything they can find, nails digging into flesh and leaving trails of blood behind. She feels a pressure building deep within her core, an aching need for release that grows more insistent with every passing second, each thrust of your hips only serving to heighten the sensation.

The wearer's body quakes as you release inside her, the hot spurts of cum mixing with her own milk and flooding her chest. Her breath comes in shuddering gasps, every inhale a moan of ecstasy and every exhale a whimper of exhaustion. With a final shudder, her body goes limp against yours, every muscle relaxing as the last vestiges of tension slip away with the orgasm that has finally released her.

Her hands fall lifelessly to the ground, fingers curling into fists as she tries to catch her breath and find her bearings once again. The mask's grip on her mind slowly begins to ease, allowing her vision to clear and reality to return in shaky fragments. She lies there for a moment, trying to comprehend what has just happened and the intense emotions that have coursed through her body over

The mask constricts once more around the wearer's head, drawing her back into its grip and reasserting control over her senses. Her mind clears with a jolt as the machine mode takes hold, pushing aside all thought but desire and lust. With a moan of understanding, she rolls onto her hands and knees before you, offering up her body in eager submission.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, already tasting your cum on them as her fingers trail teasingly along the curve of her spine, down over the swell of her ass and lower still, caressing the tender flesh between her legs. Her hips rise and fall with each breath she takes, hinting at the treasures she has in store for you should you let her continue unchecked.

Her body quivers with need as she waits for your permission to begin, eyes locked on yours through the eyehol

The wearer gasps as the mask's control over her intensifies, driving out all thought but desire and lust. Her body trembles with need as she arches her back, presenting herself to you in a display of wanton submission. With an almost silent growl, she presses her lower back into your chest, grinding her ass against your thigh while using every muscle at her disposal to rock her hips back and forth in time with the pounding of her heart.

Her breasts heave with each labored breath as she leans forward, mouth agape and eyes locked on yours through the mask's eyeholes. Slowly, she begins to shift her weight from side to side, using the motion to thrust her erect nipples into your stomach and grind the tender flesh between her thighs against you. Her nails dig into the carpet beneath her as she strains for