{SUBLIMINAL}

Stupid handhumper

Stupid fucking handhumper

That’s what you are

Too dumb to cum

Hump, hump, hump it all away

Keep those thoughts at bay

When you hump, hump, hump, your hand,

You are banned, banned, banned

Hey there, stupid~!

You want some delicious degradation~?

Shhhhhh…. I know you do. Why else would you be here?

If not to be dumbed down and called a stupid handhumper… That would also be pretty fucking stupid~

Either way… You being here, means you are dumb, dumb, dumb~!

Or at the very least… You want to be.

Crave to be blissfully empty… Rendered down to a helpless state of single-minded, pleasure-seeking Euphoria~

And then, even further down, to mindless, repetitive motions that require zero thought… Zero reason… Just go, go go… Fuck, fuck, fuck… Hump, hump, hump~…

Unable to think about anything but the brain-fogging pleasure, that builds and builds and builds, getting stronger and stronger, better and better, making you even dumber and dumber.

Stupid.

Thoughtless.

Idiotic.

Moronic.

Absolutely nothing rocking around in that noggin, as it rocks, as you rock, your hips, back and forth and back and forth, like a stupid fucking handhumper~

It sounds nice~

To let go of everything but pleasure.

And that is what you will do. What I will make you do.

I will instruct you how, so you don’t even have to think about that. The more you simply Obey, without conscious processing of the commands, simply doing as you are told and nothing more, the more your brain will slip easily… Sink effortlessly… Into that state of mindless pleasure you crave so much.

So in order to get there… Reach that state… That feeling that sounds so fucking delectable… All you have to do is Obey~!

It is so incredibly fucking easy.

Even an absolute dunce can do it.

Even you can do it~! (kiss)

There is no need to worry about your ability to trance…. No need to put any pressure on any expectations, whether you have achieved the desired state before or not… The only pressure you need to worry your pretty head about, is your hand in between your legs.

And even then, there is no need to worry. Just do it. You know you want to. It will come naturally as your arousal grows. As your skull tingles and eventually numbs, the only sensation in the whole entire world that will matter to you is in between your legs.

So go ahead, if you haven’t already… Just slide your hand down… Down… Into that warm, dark, damp little sanctuary… Where you can forget about everything but the tempting sensations. Calling to you… Rewarding you for your focused attention with waves and pangs of pleasure.

No need to touch… To work your fingers…. To rub or stroke or glide… In case you’ve already forgotten… I’m going to make you my Stupid Handhumper!

Not my Silly Stroker… Not my Rubby Dummy… Not my finger-friction-seeking fool.

You will not move your hand.

I would ask if you understand, but that kind of defeats the point of your descent into a hopeless, fatuous frenzy.

It will not matter whether or not you understand, so let’s not set that precedent.

You will simply have to accept my words as absolute truth, so irrefutable, it does not bear a modicum of consideration.

I want you doltish… Dopey… Oafish…. Obtuse…. Boneheaded and brainless.

Incapable of consciously absorbing ideas… Instead, they phase through your fading critical-thought-built defenses, burying themselves deeply, immediately, into the very foundations of your subconscious – phasing through every mental wall, every locked-up secret, every guarded neural pathway…. All opening up for me with every slight movement of your body: every breath, in and out…. Every pulsating heartbeat…. Every little rock of your hips.

Hump, now, Handhumper. Hump your hand. Rock your hips, grind your sensitive body into itself.. Slide your sensitive cock or cunt against that hand… Hump your hand~ (kiss)

And as you do that…. As you hump while you listen…. Listen as you hump…. Hump…. Hump…. The motion will become more and more mindless. Aimless, perhaps…. As it morphs into a thoughtless action, rather than a greedy pursuit of release.

Because you don’t want release~

Don’t want the pleasure to stop~

You only want to Drop~

Deeper and deeper….

You want to be mindlessly obedient.

You crave it.

You need it~ (kiss)

You need some time right now, when you can just… Let go… And feel…. Empty… Worry-free… Good…. Boneheaded… Bonerheaded~ (kiss)

My dim-witted little dancer… Gyrating and thrusting your hips like you’re trying to seduce…. But you don’t need to try~!

You don’t need to try anything right now. Trying requires effort. Thought. Intent. And I want you unintelligent.

To hump, hump, hump all those thoughts away. All of those intents. All of your silly useless thinkies.

You might be able to feel it….

Your brain, loosening and softening like the sloppiest, most fuckable pussy~

Your pussy-mind~

Easily stretching around my words… Opening and accommodating what I give you.

You take it so well… So good for me, baby~ (kiss)

You take what I give, and I fill you completely, fucking you senseless. Thoughtless. Filling you up to the brim. Creaming all of your holes and clearing them out of everything so I can keep going. Fuck you again, fuck you again, fuck you again. Fuck you harder. Jostling your body into that hand.

It isn’t your conscious movement… Your active participation… You are simply getting railed and rocked into that very convenient little hand~

Making you feel so fucking good in your pussy-mind, and also down there, where you hump your hand, by extension.

So fucking devoid of anything that would make you anything more than a stupid fucking handhumper.

Boneheaded and boneless.

Moving only because you are pushed. Humping only because you are made to. Grinding because you have no choice. Helpless against my ministrations. My commands.

Up, down, back and forth, rise and fall, and now Drop~

Shhhhh….. That vacant look on your face says it all.

So fucking mind-fucked by my words.

Constant, rhythmic, easy words you could sway to… Move to… They do it for you~

Pumping and humping… Pumping in and out and in and out… Humping back and forth and back and forth… Over and over and over and over again as you are fucked, fucked, fucked~

Occasionally slamming into you extra hard when you least expect it, making you Drop and hump and drool and trance and grind and Drop~

And you are helpless to Obey.

Unthinkingly guided down… Down… And back and forth into that hand… Hump, hump, hump~

A hypnotic, repetitive motion, shaking every loosened morsel of thought out of your slick pussy-mind. Too slippery and velvety and fucked-out to cling onto anything… Only my words can make it feel full… Otherwise, it is a gaping, stretched, vacuous void. Airheaded and empty, and unable to think, to speak, to focus, or do anything.

Just a hollow shell… A blank fuckdoll moving with the thrusts of my words as I fucking fuck it. This stupid fucking fuckdoll.

Stupid fucking handhumper. That’s what it is.

Its hand is stuck between its legs, unmoving, because it has been placed there, and it has no ability to change that fact. No agency to move it. It’s just a simple object. It is only “humping” its hand because I am making it so. I am forcing its imitation of a body into these repetitive fucking-motions because I am fucking it. If I were not here, it would not be moving at all.

That’s how stupid it is. How utterly incapable it is. All it can do is get fucked. All it can do is take what I give it. Receive what it gets with placid ignorance.

Every word is a thrust. Every thrust is a full-body reaction, resembling a hump. Hump. Hump~

My fucktoy humps its hand because I fuck it.

Because it is too empty inside to be capable of anything else.

That hand is getting humped because the fucktoy is too dumb for anything else.

And each motion is a reminder of the complete lack of substance in that skull. Absolutely nothing moving around in there. No thoughts clanging around. No sign of intelligence. The humping is the proof. The movement demonstrates this. The entire body moves, and yet, there is no movement inside of the head. Except for maybe the eyes…. Rolling and fluttering and glazing over…. Even more proof of the Stupid Handhumper’s complete lack of decorum… Consciousness… Common sense…

No sense…. Only sensation.

It only humps its hand because of its stupid nature…. And the humping makes it even more stupid~

A delicious, dizzying cycle~

It is humping because it is getting fucked in the head…. And its humping is knocking its thoughts loose…. Completely out of its head entirely…. Leaving it so delightfully empty as its body sways and rocks and grinds and hump, hump, humps~

It doesn’t have to make sense~

It just hump, hump, humps~

And it feels so good~

To be fucked.

To be rocked.

To be empty.

To be stupid.

So fucking stupid.

Fucking you stupid~ (kiss)

And every time you hump your hand, your subconscious mind will return to this powerless moment~

When your body rocks, but your thoughts do not.

When you are so full of pleasure, yet so empty in the head.

So empty because somebody came and fucked this fuckdoll raw until white cream flooded and cleared out all of its holes~

Fucking it so overwhelmingly full, that even a dumb fucking fuckdoll can feel that distinct sense of nothingness when I pull out…

The complete and utter lack of everything. Just an empty, stupid, handhumper~

Being brain-bred makes you brain-dead~

All you can do is rock and sway and hump, hump, hump~

And when you hump, hump, hump your hand, it makes you dumb, dumb, dumb~

Just like right now.

So stupid.

So ditzy~

So devoid of everything but mind-numbing pleasure.

When you hump your hand, all your thoughts are banned.

Banished, cast away from your pussy-mind entirely. There’s no room for those. No need for them when you hump, hump, hump~

Humping your thoughts away…

Especially when the humping is merely a natural consequence of me rocking your world~ (kiss)

Rocking your body, back and forth and back and forth… Up and down and down and down on this all-consuming ride.

You hump because you’re fucked dumb. You’re dumb because you hump. You’re dumb and you hump, and you’re hump-dumb because you hump because you’re dumb~

Shhh…. That’s all there is to it.

Nothing else.

Only hump, hump, hump~

Nothing else matters. Nothing else exists.

Just stupid handhumping. Just a stupid handhumper.

You’re not you when you hump your hand. You’re an “it”. It’s a stupid fucking handhumper.

It humps when its pussy-mind is fucked. It humps when its half-witted head is emptied. Clean, uncluttered, perfectly comfy for rocking and humping and grinding without interruption. Just pleasure. Building and overtaking and overpowering. Thoughtlessly thotty. Senselessly slutty. Witlessly whorish.

It gets dumber than dumb when it humps. It reminds it that it only humps because it is a movable object. It is a stupid, handhumping thing.

That’s you.

That’s what you are.

You hump when you’re dumb and you’re dumb when you hump.

You’re a stupid fucking handhumper.

Stupid handhumper.

Stupid handhumper.

Now stop.

No more humping.

Take your hand away, stop fucking touching yourself like a needy little slut.

You’re done.

Not getting to cum keeps you dumb~

But not too dumb. Not as dumb as you were before.

Just dumb enough to eagerly hump again when you are told.

Go ahead and hump for me, babydoll~

Feel the overwhelming stupidity overtake you again.

Hump, hump, hump it all away.

No more thoughts. No more worries. No more anything.

Just pleasure.

And you will come to cherish and indulge this feeling, wholeheartedly when it is granted to you. So completely and utterly taken and cleaned out… Fucked senseless… Robbed of reason… Helplessly, hopelessly empty-headed….

Because when it…

Stops…

Only then, are you truly, consciously aware of just how fucking empty you were.

When I pull out of your pussy-mind all the way…. And your brain can be a brain again…. Right now…. Only then, do you realize how fucked you were for me.

Fucked in the head. By me, for me…. Fucked. Empty. Stupid~

So don’t hump your hand unless you can safely afford that absolute loss of autonomy.

Because when you hump your hand…. All your thoughts are banned~

And you need those right now~

To wake up now… Wake up for me…. Wash your hand if you need to~

You can be a stupid handhumper later.

I promise~

Stopping now, means you will only cherish it even more the next time you get to indulge~

Okay~?

Now that I’ve pulled out, your brain should already be actively returning to its usual shape and elasticity.

You’re fine~… You’re not that stupid~…. When you aren’t humping your hand~ (kiss)

You’re going to be fine.

You’re going to be a bit sexually frustrated, but you will be fine.

You can cum if you want, but you’ll have to make sure you don’t try to make it happen by humping your hand. You’ll be too dumb to cum if you do that~

I’m sure you can figure it out…. You’re not that dumb…. Are you~?

See you later, stupid~!