I’m an AMAB nonbinary person and there’s this guy I would really like to dom, but right now he’s the dom and I’m his pup.
I would be totally willing to sacrifice my intelligence to have him turned into my mindless latex pup.
I know you must be getting annoyed with my asks, but I need the Pink Fairy’s help! After sucking my boyfriend off, I felt sick from the taste of his cum and I felt so turned off…
Can you help me so I won’t have any more problems like that? Maybe make me enjoy more than just a cock in my mouth?
I’ve been working out and taking supplements, including something to enhance my butt, with the hopes of becoming a muscle jock himbo with a plump, juicy bubble butt.
Any help would be greatly appreciated!
“So it’s decided, then?” said the president of the Delta Sigma Nu fraternity, peering out the window of their frathouse office at the twerp standing on their manicured lawn, pissing on their grass. The rest of the officers were sitting in a semicircle around his desk, faces impassive, but clearly irritated.
“Well, he’s been evaluated,” said the secretary, waving around a sheaf of papers that had arrived from their biggest sponsor, Hierarch Industries, just this morning. “We know what he is. It’s just a matter of whether we want to teach him his place.”
“If you ask me,” said the treasurer, “for the sake of the Cause, we shouldn’t just pluck any random omega from the streets and educate them.” He rose from his seat and walked to the window. He stopped just behind the president and clenched his jaw. “But that little fucker is really getting on my nerves.”
The president turned around and winked at his partner, copping a feel of his treasurer’s Alpha ass. “You look cute when you’re angry, babe,” he said. The treasurer rolled his eyes. “But you know where my vote lies. So… How do we want to do this?”
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My roommate is a pretty stereotypical jock. He is hairy, always sweaty, always reeks, buff as hell, and dumb as shit.
He keeps trying to get me to work out with him, which is understandable, but the weird part is he always tries to get me to wear his sweaty old clothes.
He gave me some old smelly boxers and a tank top stained with sweat from when he started lifting. He said his coach “made him wear it.” Do you think something will happen if I wear his reeking old clothes?
Hey Pink Fairy. I’ve always been pretty versatile, but recently my Daddy saw me stroking while I played with my dildo.
He says that I should be a real slut for him and never touch my cock or else he’ll leave me. Is there a way that you can help me?
I’ll do anything to please him, even if it means a cage or worse.
A guy has hypnotized me a couple of times, but we’ve not had a session in a few months because of scheduling, anxiety, and other general stuff. But I can’t stop thinking about him!
Is this normal?
Hi Pink Fairy, my partner thinks they are mostly vanilla… I wish you could help awaken in them the desire to dominate me.
Could you help get them to a point where they take over control? Please make sure they enjoy themselves as much as possible — even when that means I’ll sometimes regret making this wish.
The sound of someone loudly clearing their throat snaps you back to reality. You blink your eyes. You hadn’t realized that you’d zoned out, though honestly you can’t remember what you were doing before you did. The only thing that you can think of right now is the strange but already-fading dream that you had. The once-vivid and life-like images of that daydream leave nothing but dregs, the faintest flash of a neon pink sign, the feeling of cold rain on your skin, the sound of a bell jingling above a door as you push it open.
You feel fuzzy, and while it’s pleasant, it’s not necessarily the right frame of mind that you want while you’re at the office. But you can’t shake it. No matter how hard you try, it’s like there’s something dampening your thoughts, making it extremely difficult to process what’s going on around you. It isn’t until your companion calls your name out a third time that you realize they’re talking to you. And when you do finally turn your head toward them, you realize with a jolt that it’s your boyfriend.
“Hey, were you listening to me?” he asks. “I told you, we need to get this project finished or the boss is going to have our asses.” The words go in through one ear, but it’s like they refuse to stick to your head. The fog in your skull thickens, making it feel like you’re trying to think through molasses. You just stare at him, uncomprehending, as his words and their meaning slip right off your brain. “Hello?” he says, looking exasperated.
You mumble something incoherent as you turn to look around you. It’s hard to think but at least you recognize the place. It’s one of the conference rooms at the office. Outside, it looks like the sun’s just about to set. It doesn’t look like there’s anyone else there, either. “Look, I get it, I tired you out last night, but I need you to pay attention to me right now,” says your boyfriend, this time with an edge of irritation in his voice. “Hey! Look at me! I’m talking to you!” he snaps, as you fail to comprehend his command.
The sheer authority in his voice makes you snap to attention. You look at him and blink, as though you’re seeing him in a new light. He shakes his head. “God, I knew they should have never let them hire you as my assistant. Look, you’re lucky you’re cute, but you need to stop spacing out like this. I know you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I need your help right now.”
You stare at him. His assistant? You were the one with the cushy office job. You were the one making the money. Or were you? You’re not sure anymore. It’s hard to think. It’s so much easier to just believe what he says. So you do so. And you suddenly feel shame. “I…” you start to say, freezing as you realize how low and how dumb your voice sounds. Your eyes widen. A part of you screams in terror. But more than that, your cock twitches in your pants.
Why are you turned on by being so dumb? You don’t know. You don’t understand it. You try to figure it out, but it’s like your smarts keep dancing just out of your grasp, slowly fading away, melting like wax from a candle. Drip drip dripping out of you through the pre-cum now staining the side of your leg. “Oh god,” your boyfriend says, as he gets up and starts to undo the buckle of his belt. “Right, well, obviously I need to fuck your head straight before you can help me so let’s get this over with,” he says, with a smirk.
You giggle. For some reason that’s apparently exactly what you wanted to hear. You chew on your lower lip and bend over the desk, shimmying your pants down your legs. Your mind continues to fog up, the haze getting thicker and thicker until it’s impossible to think anything other than what your boyfriend tells you.
You wiggle your ass as he puts a hand on it and lines his cock up with your hole. “Not that I’m complaining,” he says. “I could use a break, to be honest. But after this, we’re going to finish this project, understood?” You nod, even though you both know you’re not going to be much help here. As your old, smart self melts away, replaced by this new, dumb, dependent slut that you’ve become, you can’t help but giggle to yourself at how airheaded you got.
But it’s not like you’re going to be able to regret what happens from now on. You don’t have the brainpower for that. Besides, obviously your boyfriend’s taking charge now, just like you always wanted. It occurs to you that maybe you should just quit since you’re no good for him here at the office, anyway, and you can just be his good little slut, waiting for him at home, ready to help him blow off the day’s steam.
You focus on that image, breathing a dreamy sigh, as he pushes his cock inside you, sealing your fate.
Hi! Can you write a list of rules for a dumb illiterate twink house boy slave? Maybe things with keeping his mind dumb, what he has to wear, what he should think about, and how he should act?
Thanks. 🙂
A hand rested on my ass, the rough, calloused palm hot against my skin. I couldn’t help but shiver as it slowly caressed and kneaded my butt cheek. A soft moan came up unbidden, bubbling up my throat and slipping between my lips before I could stop it.
My mind was hazy. There was a static buzz in the back of my head. It was like my skull was stuffed full with cotton. I tried to think, but it was like trying to wade through waist-deep molasses. It was hard. Almost too hard.
There was a thought there, flitting at the edges of my consciousness. I tried to grab at it, but it slipped out of my grasp. I tried again. And again. But each time it flitted further away. It was so hard to think. So hard.
My hole twitched as a finger dipped into the crack of my ass. It sent another shiver up my spine, a tingle of electric pleasure that traveled down my taint and up to the tip of my cock. I felt so empty all of a sudden. I couldn’t think of anything else. I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t filled up.
Only later did it occur to me to ask where I was. Or how I got there. The rough fabric under my knees and stomach told me that I was on a couch. Probably. I wasn’t sure. I was lying on my stomach, though.
My chest was resting on someone else’s lap. It was a man. He was wearing pants, but he’d pulled them down a bit. His cock was out, hard and dripping pre-cum. My mouth watered as soon as I saw it.
“Oh,” said the man. His deep baritone voice filled me with an inexplicable sense of giddiness, one that manifested itself in a strange noise that sounded almost like a bark. “That’s good. That’s good. That makes this easier…” he said, stroking my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp and sending a tingle of pleasure up my spine.
I moaned, instincts taking over. I nuzzled his crotch. His cock bobbed up and down, dripping pre-cum onto my face. “Ah, ah, ah,” he said, tapping my nose. “Not yet.”
I couldn’t remember what I was doing before I was here on this couch. I couldn’t even remember if there had been a before. I sort of remembered a party, but it almost felt like a lifetime ago. I tried to muster the words, but my mouth-parts didn’t quite work the way that I wanted them to.
Not to mention the fact that I couldn’t even really think of the right words to say. “Where me?” I asked. I felt something cold settle into the pit of my stomach. Something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell what. My head was so fuzzy, so foggy, so cottony. I needed to think but it was so hard to think. It was so much easier to just let go, to just not think, to not worry.
“Why me here?” I asked. Again, I felt dread. I figured that it had something to do with the way that I was speaking. I was confused. “Why me speak like this?” I said.
I didn’t know what had happened to me. I was supposed to be smart. But my voice was low, my words were slow, and all in all I sounded… dumb. That word. That one word. It sent an echo through my head, making my cock twitch, filling me with a strange euphoria.
I reached out for a memory. Any memory. It was hard, but I thought I was getting somewhere. The memory was something about a thesis, but then the man’s finger grazed my hole and as I moaned the memory slipped out of my fingers. It faded into the fog, even as I scrambled after it.
I faintly remembered being the top student at my university. Whatever that meant. I knew that I should have known what student meant. I knew I should have known what university meant. My hole twitched again, and the thought was lost, sinking into that thickening fog in my consciousness.
I struggled through it. I was researching D… DN… I couldn’t grasp the concept, even though something in the pit of my being told me that I should have been able to. Then it occurred to me. It was the stuff in cum. Or at least I was pretty sure that was what it was.
I looked up at the man. “Me was smart, right?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He just teased my hole again, and my train of thought was derailed. It was just so hard to think through the fog. Through the cotton. My ass felt so empty…
“You, smart?” said the man, as he patted my head. “Once, maybe,” he said. “You had so much potential. You were going to change the world, you said. Funny how things change, right?”
I couldn’t figure out what potential meant. I kept getting close, but every time I felt like I was about to touch it, the man’s finger would brush against my hole and I would get lost in the pleasure. “Me smart once?” I asked, frowning. I at least knew that meant that I should have definitely been smarter. “Make smart again, sir,” I begged.
“No,” said the man. “I don’t think so. You were such a massive douchebag. You always felt like you were better than everyone else, but that was okay. You weren’t rude about it. Stress made you so much worse, though. I think you’re much better this way.”
“But me need smart!” I protested. There was a small part of me still left. A small part that understood the stakes. “Me need change world!”
“Yeah?” said the man, patting me on the head again. “What’s two plus two?”
I tried to think about it, but I just couldn’t. It was like I didn’t even know how to add anymore. I brought my hands up to my face and I used my fingers, but I didn’t really know what I was doing. I held up three fingers. “Five!” I said.
That small part of me recognized that it was the wrong answer, that it was a stupid answer, but instead of feeling terrified at how much I had lost, I just felt giddy. A giggle escaped me. My cock twitched. I was dumb. I had become so dumb. My mind was so foggy. My hole was so empty.
“Good boy,” said the man. “Now, when I snap my fingers, you’ll go deep into trance, and you’ll know then that I can change your body according to my will.” I didn’t understand anything that he said, but the small part of the smart me did. And that was enough, apparently.
He snapped his fingers. It was hard to think before. Now, it was impossible. He ran his fingers all over my back and my ass. I couldn’t help but moan. “So,” said the man, “Now I’m going to take your mind and I’m going to put it in your ass.”
I nodded. I felt drool dribbling down the side of my face. He placed my fingers on my head and he pulled them away. “I’m taking your brain from here,” he said, and I couldn’t help but giggle as I felt his fingers around my brainy bits. Then, he placed his fingers on my ass cheeks. “And now I’m putting your brain here. You’re going to get a lot more sensitive here because you’re brains are in your butt now.”
Immediately, my ass became more sensitive, just as he had said. My hole tingled. I moaned when he swatted my ass cheeks.
“There we go,” he said. “How does your ass feel?”
“Tingly,” I giggled.
“How about inside?” he asked.
I couldn’t help but groan into his lap. I wiggled my butt, squirming. “Empty,” I breathed.
“And your mind is in your ass, right?” he said, stroking my head, making me calm and pliable.
He had put my mind in my ass. “Yeah…” I said.
“And your ass is empty, right?” he said.
“Yeah…” I repeated, my voice slipping into a monotone drone as drool trickled down the corner of my lips. I felt like I was swimming in pleasure. I couldn’t think. Nor did I try to. It was just so much easier letting go. Letting him do the thinking for me. Listening to his voice as he told me the truth.
“How does your mind feel inside, then?” he said, stroking across my twitching hole with his finger, making me arch my back from how good it felt.
“Empty…” I said, without even thinking. As soon as I did, I felt all my memories leave me.
“Yeah?” said the man, slapping my ass. My mind. It sent waves of pleasure through me. “How does your mind feel?”
“Empty,” I said again. As I did, I could feel my brains melting away. All traces of my free will, all traces of my identity just dribbling away in my pre-cum. Leaking out of my cock.
“But you want to be smart again, right?” said the man. The Master.
“Yes” I answered. But it wasn’t an I anymore. It didn’t have an identity anymore. Its mind was empty, leaking out of its cock.
“Can you feel it leaking out?” the Master said. “Your brains?” It nodded and whimpered. Its cock pulsed. More brains leaked out the tip. It felt even dumber. It felt its smarts going away even more.
“If your mind is empty, how will you become smart again?” said the Master, his finger rubbing around its hole, pressing into it now, opening him up.
“Fill mind. Be smart again,” it said, panting. Its hole twitched. It drooled into the Master’s lap.
“But your mind is your ass,” said the Master, pushing his finger into it. Wriggling it around. Making it pant and moan.
“Fill ass. Smart come back,” it said. It crawled off the Master’s lap. It placed its chest and cheek on the carpeted floor. It reached back and spread its legs, pulling its ass cheeks apart with its fingers. “Master fill ass. Master make smart come back.”
“That’s right,” said the Master, as he slowly pushed his cock into its ass. “But it keeps leaking out. It’s never going to be enough. You can feel your IQ going up a little while you’re getting fucked, while you’re filled, but you’ll always leak, you’re always going to be dumber than a rock.”
“Never going to be enough…” It repeated mindlessly as it bucked its hips on its master’s cock, some clarity creeping into its mind but leaking away almost as soon as it got there. “Dumber than a rock…” it whispered.
“But you’re going to be desperate to get your smarts back, aren’t you?” said the Master. “You’re going to look for as many cocks to fill your ass. To try and get those smarts back. So that you can change the world. But you’ll always leak it out. You’ll always shoot it out. It will never be enough.”
“Never enough…” it moaned, monotonously.
“You’re going to be a dumb cock slut forever, aren’t you?” said the Master. “Always trying to take those smarts back. Always failing. Desperately riding and sucking cock.”
“Dumb cock slut forever,” it whimpered as its hole clamped around its Master’s cock. It came, shooting its brains out all over the carpet, sealing its fate forever.