Tatti Roana

Tatti is working from home, preparing meticulously for a major court case. With the deadline looming, she needs complete focus. Unfortunately, the builder she hired to sort out a few jobs around the house is proving to be a serious distraction.

She lets him in and, in a firm tone, asks him to keep the noise to a minimum because she’s extremely busy. As he moves about, gathering his tools and materials, the constant clatter and banging become too much. Tatti snaps at him again, rudely telling him to be quiet.

Moments later, the builder approaches her from behind, his large hand clamps firmly over her mouth.

Soon Tatti finds herself tightly bound to a chair with several layers of duct tape. Her arms are secured behind her back, her legs taped to the chair legs, and a wide strip of tape covers her mouth, clearly showing the outline of her lips beneath it. She squirms and twists into the restraints, muffled moans escaping through the gag.

The builder steps closer. He pulls her big boobs free from her top and begins rubbing her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.

After a while he peels the tape gag away from her lips. Still breathing heavily, Tatti opens her mouth and takes his cock. She works him deep, deep-throating him with wet, sloppy sounds, gagging and spluttering as she takes him all the way down her throat. When he finally pulls out, his shaft glistens with her drool. He reapplies the piece of tape over her mouth.

Next he carries her to the kitchen table. Tatti is repositioned in a tight frog-tie: ankles bound to thighs, hands taped securely behind her back. Her hips rest right at the edge of the table, ass slightly hanging off. The builder stands between her spread thighs, cock in hand, and slowly slides inside her pussy. He begins thrusting—slowly at first, then harder and deeper. Tatti’s eyes roll back as powerful orgasms ripple through her body again and again while he drives into her.

Finally he opens her legs wide, hooks her soaked panties to one side, and settles between them. He fucks her deeply, rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb at the same time. His hands grip her waist tightly as the pace becomes relentless. Her boobs bounce wildly with every powerful thrust. At last he slides in deep and fills her completely—a thick, warm creampie that slowly begins to ooze out of lawyer Tatti’s well-fucked pussy as she catches her breath.

Tatti had been having a hard time lately—the kitchen sink was leaking again, and no matter what she tried, she couldn’t stop the steady drip. Her husband had finally arranged for a plumber to come over and fix it properly. Now she was on the phone with him, waiting for the doorbell, listening to his warm voice tell her how much he was looking forward to coming home and seeing her later.

The doorbell rang. Tatti smoothed her top, walked over, and opened the door. The plumber stood there—tall, broad-shouldered, tools in hand.

“Yes, right this way,” she said, leading him to the kitchen.

He set his tools down, knelt on the floor, and got straight to work. Tatti lingered nearby, intending to offer him a drink, but as he adjusted his position under the sink, her eyes drifted downward. There was an unmistakable bulge straining against the front of his work trousers. Thick, obvious, impossible to ignore.

She bit her lip, heat rising in her cheeks. She tried to look away, but her gaze kept returning. He noticed.

He gave a low chuckle, palming himself through the fabric. “Don’t worry,” he said casually. “Wives always look... especially when the husband’s not around.”

Tatti’s breath caught. She felt suddenly shy, exposed, yet unable to move. He rose to his feet and stepped closer. Without a word he took her hand and guided it to the front of his trousers.

“Go on,” he murmured. “Feel it. No one will know.”

Her fingers trembled as they traced the thick outline. Even through the material she could tell he was far bigger than she’d expected—bigger than her husband, bigger than anything she’d ever wrapped her hand around. A quiet gasp escaped her.

He didn’t rush her. He simply watched her face as she explored him, then slowly lowered his trousers revealing his huge veiny cock. Her hand returned to him instinctively, stroking the heavy length in quiet awe.

Tatti’s mind flickered to her husband, to the phone call, to how sweet he’d sounded—but the pulsing heat in her palm removed any doubt.

“Get on your knees,” he said

She sank down without hesitation, eyes locked on his cock. She stroked him slowly, admiring every thick inch, then leaned in and took him into her mouth. He groaned softly as her lips stretched around him.

“Just like that,” he encouraged. “I bet you’ve never had the back of your throat properly fucked before.”

She tried to take more, eager, sloppy, lost in the moment—until she caught the glint of his phone angled down toward her.

She pulled off with a wet pop. “What are you doing?”

He smirked. “Got you wanking me off on camera. And if you don’t want your husband seeing this, you’re going to look right at the lens and admit two things: my cock is bigger than his... and his is tiny.”

Tatti’s heart hammered. She glanced at the phone, then back at him. “Okay,” she whispered. “Okay, I’ll do it... but please don’t show anyone.”

She faced the camera. “Your cock is so much bigger than my husband’s,” she said clearly. “His... his is tiny compared to yours.”

The plumber grinned, satisfied, and pocketed the phone. Then he gripped her hair gently and guided her mouth back onto him, sliding deep until her throat fluttered around him.

As she worked him with desperate focus, her phone vibrated on the counter. A loving text from her husband: *Can’t stop thinking about you. Home soon. Love you so much ??*

The plumber read it and laughed darkly, hips rocking forward, fucking her throat with steady rhythm while her husband’s sweet words glowed on the screen.

When he finally pulled out, Tatti was gasping, lips swollen, eyes glassy. He didn’t give her long to recover. He bent her over the kitchen counter, tugged her panties down in one swift motion, and pressed the thick head of his cock against her soaking pussy.

She was already soaked. He slid in with one long, deep thrust, stretching her wider than before. Tatti’s eyes rolled back; a sharp, moan tore from her throat as her body clenched around the sudden fullness. She cummed almost instantly, trembling hard.

He didn’t slow down. He fucked her firmly, deeply, each stroke bringing another whimper from her lips.

Her phone rang—her husband again.

She froze. The plumber didn’t. He kept thrusting steadily while she fumbled to answer.

“H-hello?” she managed, voice shaky.

“Hey, babe,” her husband said cheerfully. “You okay? You sound out of breath.”

“I’m—ah—I’m fine,” she gasped as another hard thrust rocked her forward. “Just... just moving some stuff.”

He sounded doubtful. “You sure? You’re making funny noises.”

“I—I have to go,” she blurted, hanging up in a panic.

The plumber laughed again, lifted her effortlessly onto the countertop, spread her thighs wider, and slide back inside her.

The phone rang once more.

This time the plumber reached over, balls deep in his wife, and answered.

“Hey there,” he said smoothly. “Your wife’s been a huge help. Really great woman you’ve got.”

Her husband laughed, pleased. “Thanks, man! Glad she’s looking after you. Everything going okay with the sink?”

“Couldn’t be better,” the plumber replied, fucking her deep so Tatti had to bite her fist to stay quiet. “She’s been... very accommodating.”

They chatted for another few seconds—friendly, oblivious—before the plumber ended the call with a polite “See you soon.”

He tossed the phone aside, gripped her hips, and fucked her hard and fast until he groaned low and emptied himself deep inside her, pulse after thick pulse.

When he finally pulled out, Tatti stayed slumped on the counter, legs trembling, his cum slowly leaking out of her. He dressed and left without another word.

Later, she managed to stumble to the living-room sofa. Naked, exhausted, still leaking.

The front door opened. Her husband stepped inside, smiling wide.

“Hey, gorgeous!” he called, then paused when he saw her on the couch. “Why are you... naked?”

Tatti gave a small, tired smile. “I was just so hot after all that... fixing stuff. The plumber did a great job, though. I told him we might need him back next week.”

Her husband beamed, completely unaware. “That’s a brilliant idea. Whatever you want, babe.”

Tatti feeling the slow drip between her thighs, and let him hold her—sweet, loving, and blissfully clueless.

It was Monday morning, and Tatti sat at her desk in the quiet office when her boss walked in. He greeted her warmly, asking how she was doing. The conversation stayed light and polite at first. He smiled, complimenting her work, then gently touched her shoulder and arm as he told her she was his favorite employee.

Tatti felt unsure how to respond. Going shy she murmured a quiet “thank you,” her cheeks warming.

His tone shifted slightly. He leaned closer and said calmly, “If you want to keep your job, you’ll do what I say.”

Tatti thought of the bills piling up and the mouths she had to feed. She couldn’t afford to say no.

He placed a cleave gag on the desk in front of her and told her to put it on. She slowly lifted the cloth to her mouth. While she was still positioning it, he pushed a pair of panties between her lips, filling her mouth completely, then tied the cleave gag securely behind her head.

He lifted her up and bent her over her own desk. He started to spank her, he rolled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her red panties and peachy ass. The office door was closed—no one would know.

He reached up and ripped her top upward. Her massive boobs spilled free, heavy and swaying. He continued spanking her, then took her by the arm and led her out of her office and into his private room.

Inside, he bound her with white rope: a crotch rope ran between her legs, a harness crisscrossed her torso, and her knees were tied to the legs of his chair so she remained seated and secured. She was naked except for the stretched top that still clung uselessly beneath her huge breasts. She wriggled against the ropes, the chair creaking beneath her.

When he returned, he stood in front of her and began to touch her freely. He pulled her large boobs completely out, cupping them, squeezing, then delivering sharp slaps that made them jiggle and bounce. His hand slid to her throat, gripping lightly as his fingers found her pussy. He worked her hard and fast; wet, squelching sounds filled the room. Tatti’s eyes rolled back, her body shuddering as he drove her to the edge and over it.

Afterward, he untied her from the chair and stood her up. He moved behind her again, fingers plunging back inside her pussy. She cummed again and again, legs trembling, moans muffled behind the gag as he finger-fucked her senseless, orgasm after orgasm.

He puts her down to her knees. He slides into her mouth, pushing past her tongue and deep into her throat fucking it good. Tatti gags and splutters as he fucked her tonsils over and over.

He lifted her back to her feet and bent her forward. He slides in her from behind, thrusting hard while her heavy boobs bounced with every movement. Her eyes rolled again; she bit down hard on the gag. He pushed her down onto the bed, still behind her, driving into her pussy with long, deep strokes. At one point he grasped her bound hands and pulled her upper body upward, arching her back as he continued to pound into her.

Finally, he buried himself deep and cums, filling her pussy with thick spurts of cum. When he finished, he stepped back, adjusted his clothes, and said simply, “You’ve kept your job.”

He left her there on the bed, still bound and dripping, the door clicking shut behind him.

Watch me surrender completely as your perfect little slave, handcuffed and eager to please my demanding Master. Dressed in nothing but tiny red panties that hug my curves, I'm bent over, wrists bound tight, as he slides his hard cock right between my soft bum cheeks for a slow, teasing ass job—rubbing and thrusting against the fabric, making me squirm and moan like the desperate slut I am.

He flips me around for a juicy tit wank, my full breasts wrapped tight around him while the cuffs keep my hands useless behind my back. Then it's down on my knees—still cuffed—for a sloppy, obedient blowjob, taking every inch with my lips stretched wide, panties soaked and clinging.

On the bed, he bends me over again for another deep crack job, grinding until he explodes hot cum all over my round bum cheek, marking his property.

But he's not done. He sucks and teases my sensitive tits while I stroke him off with bound hands, then another intense tit wank with my arms pinned above my head—helpless and exposed—until he blasts a thick load right across my pretty face, leaving me dripping and owned.

The real humiliation comes next. I slip into a super-skimpy pink bikini that barely covers my hard nipples, tiny strings digging in, turning me into his ridiculous plaything. A loud cowbell hangs around my neck, jingling with every movement as I give him another slow tit wank. He's relaxing, casually reading his book, ignoring my efforts while the annoying bell keeps ringing—making him smirk at how pathetic and distracting his cuffed, bikini-clad slave has become. I keep working those tits around him, bell clanging, until he finally gives me what I crave.

Tatti had landed an interview for a high-paying job she felt incredibly lucky to be considered for—and even luckier when she was accepted for the final round. She sat down, thanked her interviewer warmly, and expressed how grateful she was for the opportunity.

They went through the usual questions, but then he suggested trying something different “to see how people perform under pressure.” He stepped behind her and fastened a blindfold tightly over her eyes. Moments later, his hand clamped firmly over her mouth in a tight hand gag.

When the blindfold was finally removed, Tatti found herself in another part of the office. Her hands were bound above her head, her feet shackled to the floor, and a large black ballgag filled her mouth, creating uncontrollable streams of drool down her chin.

Her interviewer returned. He began rubbing her huge boobs, then popped open her top, exposing them fully. His hands roamed lower, sliding up her skirt. Drool dripped from her gagged mouth, soaking her top and glistening across her bare boobs.

After teasing her for a moment, he ripped her tights down, unzipped his trousers, and pressed himself behind her. He slid his cock into her from behind and began fucking her hard. With every powerful thrust, Tatti’s eyes rolled back and thick strands of drool whipped from her chin.

When he’d had his fill, he released her restraints and pulled out the ballgag, immediately replacing it with his cock. She sucked eagerly, taking him deep into her throat, gagging and spluttering as drool poured down her chin and neck.

He gripped her head tightly and fucked the back of her throat relentlessly. Then he pushed the ballgag back into her mouth, retrieved an office chair from a nearby room, and sat her down. Using tape, he secured her in a strict frog-tie position, binding her wrists to the armrests.

He tore open the crotch of her tights, exposing her juicy pussy. His fingers plunged inside, working her until she was soaking wet. Moments later, he drove his cock deep into her, fucking her hard against the wall while her breasts bounced wildly. His hands wrapped around her throat, squeezing as he pounded into her.

Finally, he bent her over the chair, taped her hands securely to the armrests, grabbed a fistful of her hair from behind, and fucked her pussy with long, deep strokes. Tatti cummed uncontrollably, her body shaking as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her.

At last he thrust deep one final time and came inside her, filling her completely. Satisfied, he wheeled his new employee—still bound and gagged—back into his office, leaving her there for next time.

Tatti had been dominating the medicine industry, her company securing every major federal government contract and driving competitors into bankruptcy one after another. With close connections in high places, she had orchestrated a series of under-the-table deals to lock in those lucrative wins.

A rival company, suspicious of bribery, dispatched an investigator to uncover the truth. While Tatti was in her office, deep in a phone conversation sealing yet another deal, a masked man slipped silently behind her and clamped his hand firmly over her mouth.

He bound her securely to her office chair, determined to find the evidence he needed. As he rifled through stacks of paperwork and scrolled through files on her laptop, Tatti sat helplessly roped in place, her protests reduced to muffled moans by a large ballgag that stretched her jaws wide and caused saliva to trickle down her chin.

After thorough searching, he uncovered damning proof: records of suspicious bank transfers, incriminating photographs, and documents that could dismantle her entire operation. Tatti glared furiously, straining against her bonds and grunting in outrage as drool dripped steadily from around the gag.

To silence her escalating protests, he removed the ballgag and packed her mouth full with a thick cloth stuffing. Then, for added measure, he peeled off one of his worn socks and wrapped it would her head that sealed her lips completely.

With the evidence gathered and photographed, he prepared to deliver it to his employers. Before departing, he paused to indulge himself, groping her big boobs through her blouse and sliding his hand between her thighs to rub her pussy under her skirt. Tatti squirmed in humiliated fury, her muffled cries lost behind the foul-tasting gag.

Finally, he left her alone in the dimly lit office, tightly bound to the chair with no hope of quick escape. She writhed and tugged at the unyielding ropes, her body twisting in vain as she awaited discovery.

Wonder Woman sneaks into a villain’s secluded mansion to investigate a mysterious artifact rumored to grant psychological powers. Unbeknownst to her, the villain—a cunning tech mogul named Victor Kane—has prepared a perfect trap.

As she explores the dimly lit study, she discovers the device: a sleek, advance hand held machine. Mistaking it for the rumored artifact, she picks it up. The moment her fingers close around it, the device activates with a sharp whine. Before she can react, it fires a concentrated beam of crackling energy directly into her forehead.

Wonder Woman collapses to the floor. She crawls weakly, coughing and gasping as tremors rack her body. Her mind—once sharp, disciplined, unbreakable—begins to unravel. Thoughts slip away like sand through her fingers: memories of Themyscira, her mission, her very identity. One by one they dissolve until nothing remains but a vast, echoing emptiness.

By the time the conversion finishes, Wonder Woman is completely blank—her powerful will erased, her mind reprogrammed into perfect, obedient submission.

She rises slowly and stands motionless in the center of the room, eyes glassy and unfocused. Victor Kane steps out from the shadows, circling her like a predator admiring his prize.

“It worked,” he breathes, voice thick with triumph. “I’ve defeated Wonder Woman.”

To test his victory, he speaks a simple command:

“Hand me your belt.”

Without a flicker of hesitation, Wonder Woman unclips the golden Lasso of Truth and her power-bestowing belt, offering them to him with both hands like sacred tribute. Victor takes them, grinning.

Ecstatic, he barks his next order:

“Drop to your knees.”

She sinks instantly. He steps closer, frees his cock, and commands,

“Suck it.”

Wonder Woman leans forward without pause. She takes him into her mouth, sliding down the full length in one smooth motion. Whatever gag reflex she once possessed is gone; she feels nothing—no discomfort, no resistance—only a burning, all-consuming need to please her master. She works him eagerly, wet sounds filling the room as she pushes herself deeper, spluttering even though the sensation no longer registers in her empty mind.

Satisfied with the demonstration, Victor gestures toward the hallway.

“Come to the bedroom, slave.”

She rises gracefully and follows him with reverent eagerness, eyes shining with mindless adoration.

Once inside, she drops to her knees again and resumes sucking his cock without being told, desperate to serve. Obedience floods her with happiness; nothing else matters—only the man in front of her, only his pleasure.

Victor decides to claim her fully. He pulls her up, bends her over the edge of the bed, and thrusts into her hard. Wonder Woman’s eyes roll back in her head. Between moans she gasps out endless gratitude:

“Thank you, Master... thank you... thank you for using me...”

He flips her onto her back, then pulls her on top. She straddles him and begins to ride, bouncing on his cock with tireless, mechanical devotion—hips rolling, boobs swaying, every movement calculated to bring him maximum pleasure. She will continue for as long as he desires; exhaustion does not exist in her reprogrammed mind. There is only one directive: be the perfect slave.

Victor grips her hips and drives up into her until he finally cums, filling her pussy with pulse after pulse. When he’s finished, he pushes her down onto her back and watches his cum slowly leak out of her, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Wonder Woman lies there, legs spread, eyes vacant yet somehow worshipful, her body still trembling from aftershocks she cannot name. Her mind is his canvas now—blank, malleable, ready to be rewritten however he pleases.

Victor Kane has his Wonder Woman slave.

And she will obey forever.

Tatti is home alone watching TV when she hears a creak. Unsure what the sound was, she gets up to investigate. She steps into the hallway, and suddenly a man grabs her from behind, pulling her back into the lounge.

He binds her tightly with white rope: first her ankles, then her knees, followed by her wrists and elbows. He pulls a cleave gag tightly across her face, filling her mouth and securing it firmly behind her head.

He stands back and watches her wriggle helplessly on the floor. Then he begins to caress her body, running his hands over her curves. Her cleave gag grows steadily more sodden as she tries to gag-talk through it, the fabric soaking up her saliva.

He delivers sharp spanks to her ass and briefly grips her throat while she rolls and squirms beneath his touch. After a few moments, he leaves the room to search the rest of the house and see what valuables he can find.

While he’s gone, Tatti seizes her chance. She hops awkwardly toward the front door, her large breasts bouncing wildly with each movement.

Before she can reach it, he storms back in carrying a chair. He slams it down onto the floor, grabs her firmly, and pushes her down onto the seat. He takes another length of white rope and ties her tightly to the chair, securing her torso, arms, and legs so she can barely move.

Once again he squeezes her big boobs and slides a hand down inside her panties, exploring her as she strains against the ropes.

Finally, he unties her from the chair and lowers her onto the cold floor. He rolls her onto her stomach and pulls her into a strict hogtie, connecting her bound wrists to her bound ankles with another tight piece of rope. The tension arches her body painfully, her back curving under the strain.

He lingers for a moment, enjoying the sight of her wriggling and drooling helplessly on the floor. Then he stands, walks to the door, and shuts it behind him as he leaves—leaving Tatti there, tightly bound, heavily drooling through her soaked gag, and waiting to be found in that sad state.

Tatti is home alone watching TV when she hears a creak. Unsure what the sound was, she gets up to investigate. She steps into the hallway, and suddenly a man grabs her from behind, pulling her back into the lounge.

He binds her tightly with white rope: first her ankles, then her knees, followed by her wrists and elbows. He pulls a cleave gag tightly across her face, filling her mouth and securing it firmly behind her head.

He stands back and watches her wriggle helplessly on the floor. Then he begins to caress her body, running his hands over her curves. Her cleave gag grows steadily more sodden as she tries to gag-talk through it, the fabric soaking up her saliva.

He delivers sharp spanks to her ass and briefly grips her throat while she rolls and squirms beneath his touch. After a few moments, he leaves the room to search the rest of the house and see what valuables he can find.

While he’s gone, Tatti seizes her chance. She hops awkwardly toward the front door, her large breasts bouncing wildly with each movement.

Before she can reach it, he storms back in carrying a chair. He slams it down onto the floor, grabs her firmly, and pushes her down onto the seat. He takes another length of white rope and ties her tightly to the chair, securing her torso, arms, and legs so she can barely move.

Once again he squeezes her big boobs and slides a hand down inside her panties, exploring her as she strains against the ropes.

Finally, he unties her from the chair and lowers her onto the cold floor. He rolls her onto her stomach and pulls her into a strict hogtie, connecting her bound wrists to her bound ankles with another tight piece of rope. The tension arches her body painfully, her back curving under the strain.

He lingers for a moment, enjoying the sight of her wriggling and drooling helplessly on the floor. Then he stands, walks to the door, and shuts it behind him as he leaves—leaving Tatti there, tightly bound, heavily drooling through her soaked gag, and waiting to be found in that sad state.

Tatti has been called in for a meeting with her head master, she’s nervous as she thinks it could be regarding her test results and she hopes it’s good news! When tatti speaks with him she realises he’s very happy with her! So happy in fact he has gotten her a gift, it’s a ring! Ecstatic Tatti takes the ring and tries it on over joyed with her recognition!

“Put it on,” he instructed.

Tatti slid the ring onto her left ring finger. The moment it settled into place, her eyes shut. A shudder ran through her body. She moved backward into the corner, the conversion has started. She starts twitching gently, then sinks flat onto the floor with her eyes shut tightly. She's converting - transforming completely into a fuck toy Finally, she goes perfectly still, her mind blissfully blank, empty, and utterly obedient.

Silence.

Then her eyes snapped open.

Milky-white pupils stared straight ahead — blank, glassy, serene. No trace of the bright, clever woman who’d walked in moments earlier. Only obedience remained.

She rose smoothly to her feet, posture perfect, hands clasped behind her back. Ready.

Master stepped closer. He grabbed her boobs then lifted the hem of her skirt.

“I was a student once,” she intoned in a flat, monotone. “Now I’m just a fucktoy.”

“Thank you, Master,” she added softly, the words dripping with rehearsed gratitude.

He cupped her cheek. She leaned into the touch like a doll. When he pressed a finger to her lips, she opened immediately and sucked — slow, mindless, suction — eyes never leaving his.

“Melt,” he said.

Instantly her knees folded. She dropped to the floor, tongue lolling out, a thin string of drool already glistening on her chin.

“Sleeve.”

She spun on her knees, bent forward at the waist, reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks apart through the thin cotton of her panties. The fabric stretched taut. Master hooked a finger under the waistband and slowly peeled them down, exposing her.

“Up. Blank.”

Tatti rose, turned to face him, and began chanting in that same empty voice:

“I am an empty hole for Master. I am an empty hole for Master. I am an empty hole for Master...”

He let the loop run for a long minute before lifting a hand. She fell silent mid-sentence.

“From now on,” he murmured, “your name is Student 7.”

“Yes, Master.”

“On your knees.”

She sank instantly.

“Command me. Fill me. I have nothing left, Master.”

He unzipped. His cock sprang free. She parted her lips without hesitation. He slid inside — deep, straight to the back of her throat. No gag. No flinch.

“My body is now your playground, Master,” she mumbled around him as he began to thrust.

He fucked her face steadily, hands in her hair, while she stared up with those blank white eyes — happy, empty, devoted.

Eventually he guided her to the chair.

“Display.”

She hooked her legs over the arms, skirt rucked up, pussy fully exposed.

“Blank.”

“I am an empty hole for Master,” she began repeating, voice soft and even. “I am an empty hole for Master...”

He worked at his desk for nearly an hour while Student 7 knelt between his legs under the table, mouth working him in slow, tireless worship. No impatience. No fatigue. Just blissful vacancy.

“Are you happy?” he asked at last.

“Yes, Master,” she answered without breaking rhythm. “Fuck the last pieces of me away.”

He lifted her onto the desk. She spread her thighs wide, heels on the edge, waiting.

He tried to press inside her — she was tight, untouched that evening. “Have you ever had a cock before, Student 7?”

“Never, Master,”.

He worked two fingers into her, pussy squelching with every thrust.

When he finally slid inside her she took every inch without resistance, body pliant, expression vacant. He fucked her hard across the desk — steady, possessive strokes. She made no sound until ordered.

“Melt.”

Her tongue lolled further. Eyes glassy. Completely gone.

He drove deeper, faster, until he couldn’t hold back. He fills her pussy up with cum, filling her completely. Thick pulses of cum overflowed, dripping onto the desk.

She lay still, legs splayed, leaking slowly, staring at nothing.

Master stroked her cheek once more.

“Good toy,” he whispered.

She knew her purpose.

And she was exactly where she wanted to be.

Tatti has been called in for a meeting with her head master, she’s nervous as she thinks it could be regarding her test results and she hopes it’s good news! When tatti speaks with him she realises he’s very happy with her! So happy in fact he has gotten her a gift, it’s a ring! Ecstatic Tatti takes the ring and tries it on over joyed with her recognition!

“Put it on,” he instructed.

Tatti slid the ring onto her left ring finger. The moment it settled into place, her eyes shut. A shudder ran through her body. She moved backward into the corner, the conversion has started. She starts twitching gently, then sinks flat onto the floor with her eyes shut tightly. She's converting - transforming completely into a fuck toy Finally, she goes perfectly still, her mind blissfully blank, empty, and utterly obedient.

Silence.

Then her eyes snapped open.

Milky-white pupils stared straight ahead — blank, glassy, serene. No trace of the bright, clever woman who’d walked in moments earlier. Only obedience remained.

She rose smoothly to her feet, posture perfect, hands clasped behind her back. Ready.

Master stepped closer. He grabbed her boobs then lifted the hem of her skirt.

“I was a student once,” she intoned in a flat, monotone. “Now I’m just a fucktoy.”

“Thank you, Master,” she added softly, the words dripping with rehearsed gratitude.

He cupped her cheek. She leaned into the touch like a doll. When he pressed a finger to her lips, she opened immediately and sucked — slow, mindless, suction — eyes never leaving his.

“Melt,” he said.

Instantly her knees folded. She dropped to the floor, tongue lolling out, a thin string of drool already glistening on her chin.

“Sleeve.”

She spun on her knees, bent forward at the waist, reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks apart through the thin cotton of her panties. The fabric stretched taut. Master hooked a finger under the waistband and slowly peeled them down, exposing her.

“Up. Blank.”

Tatti rose, turned to face him, and began chanting in that same empty voice:

“I am an empty hole for Master. I am an empty hole for Master. I am an empty hole for Master...”

He let the loop run for a long minute before lifting a hand. She fell silent mid-sentence.

“From now on,” he murmured, “your name is Student 7.”

“Yes, Master.”

“On your knees.”

She sank instantly.

“Command me. Fill me. I have nothing left, Master.”

He unzipped. His cock sprang free. She parted her lips without hesitation. He slid inside — deep, straight to the back of her throat. No gag. No flinch.

“My body is now your playground, Master,” she mumbled around him as he began to thrust.

He fucked her face steadily, hands in her hair, while she stared up with those blank white eyes — happy, empty, devoted.

Eventually he guided her to the chair.

“Display.”

She hooked her legs over the arms, skirt rucked up, pussy fully exposed.

“Blank.”

“I am an empty hole for Master,” she began repeating, voice soft and even. “I am an empty hole for Master...”

He worked at his desk for nearly an hour while Student 7 knelt between his legs under the table, mouth working him in slow, tireless worship. No impatience. No fatigue. Just blissful vacancy.

“Are you happy?” he asked at last.

“Yes, Master,” she answered without breaking rhythm. “Fuck the last pieces of me away.”

He lifted her onto the desk. She spread her thighs wide, heels on the edge, waiting.

He tried to press inside her — she was tight, untouched that evening. “Have you ever had a cock before, Student 7?”

“Never, Master,”.

He worked two fingers into her, pussy squelching with every thrust.

When he finally slid inside her she took every inch without resistance, body pliant, expression vacant. He fucked her hard across the desk — steady, possessive strokes. She made no sound until ordered.

“Melt.”

Her tongue lolled further. Eyes glassy. Completely gone.

He drove deeper, faster, until he couldn’t hold back. He fills her pussy up with cum, filling her completely. Thick pulses of cum overflowed, dripping onto the desk.

She lay still, legs splayed, leaking slowly, staring at nothing.

Master stroked her cheek once more.

“Good toy,” he whispered.

She knew her purpose.

And she was exactly where she wanted to be.

Tatti had witnessed a brutal crime and was scheduled to testify against a notorious gang in court the next day. The thought of facing them terrified her—these were dangerous people with a reputation for silencing witnesses. That evening, alone in her home, she paced nervously while on the phone with her closest friend, confessing her doubts about whether she should go through with it.

Unbeknownst to her, the gang had already tracked her down and dispatched one of their enforcers to handle the situation. As she spoke, absorbed in the conversation, a masked man crept up silently from behind and clamped his large hand tightly over her mouth, cutting off her words mid-sentence.

He quickly overpowered her, pressing her down onto the living room floor where he bound her wrists and ankles with thick layers of silver duct tape. Once her limbs were secured, he tore off another long strip and smoothed it firmly over her mouth, sealing it into a tight tape gag that compressed her lips and made them bulge visibly beneath the adhesive.

With Tatti now restrained and helpless on the carpet, he took his time indulging himself. He pulled open her gym outfit, exposing her big boobs and began caressing them slowly, his rough hands squeezing and teasing her pussy through her gym leggings.

Satisfied for the moment, he slipped off one of his shoes and pressed the worn, sweat-soaked interior directly against her face. The overpowering stench filled her nostrils, making her eyes water and her body convulse with dry heaves.

Leaving her momentarily to recover, he began prowling through the house, rummaging drawers and cabinets for valuables to steal.

Tatti, her heart pounding, scanned the room frantically and spotted her phone resting on a nearby side table—just within reach if she stretched. Bound as she was, she inched her body across the floor, extending her taped ankles until her feet nudged the device. With a careful kick, she knocked it down, then maneuvered closer and used her nose to swipe at the screen, trying to redial her friend.

The sudden noise alerted the intruder. He rushed back into the room, snatched the phone away just as the call began connecting, and ended it abruptly. He then wrapped fresh tape around her already-bound ankles, linking them tightly to her wrists behind her back and pulling the connection taut until she was arched in a strict tape hogtie. The bonds bit deeply, pulling her body to curve and flex under the strain.

Now completely immobilized on the floor, Tatti could only writhe futilely, her taped limbs straining against the unyielding restraints as muffled moans escaped through her bulging gag. The gang had succeeded—their witness was securely bound and silenced, ensuring she would miss her court appearance tomorrow.

Tatti is in her kitchen washing up, she is gagged and her wrists handcuffed, they then exit the kitchen. She gets into the boot of his car and he drives away.

As she heads up the stairs she stops to suck his throbbing cock.

Tatti now finds herself tape-tied and strapped to a bed, still with the bag over her head, completely naked. She wriggles around whilst her hands are taped tightly together. Mppphhhh Tatti moans.

The man spits on her pussy and begins fingering her, making her pussy squelch loudly. He removes the bag from her head, revealing a tape gag that clings tightly to her lips and outlines their shape. He licks her out thoroughly, then uses a vibrator to bring her to orgasm multiple times until her eyes roll back.

Afterward, he positions himself between her legs and slides his cock inside her, fucking her steadily at first, then deeper and faster. Her big boobs bounce wildly with each thrust as he drives into her bound body.

Next, he unties her legs just enough to flip her onto her stomach and pulls her up into doggy position. He fucks her from behind.

Finally, he cums deep inside her pussy and wipes his cock across her face, smearing it over her skin. She lies there panting and moaning. He puts the bag back over her head and murmurs that he is looking forward to round two. He leaves her bound on the bed, ready for next time.

Tatti is all ready for the office Christmas party! Her co-worker has stopped by to pick her up. She invites him inside to show off her beautifully decorated Christmas tree. She's looking incredibly sexy in a cute Santa hat and a tight red dress that hugs her curves perfectly, radiating holiday cheer. Her co-worker smiles and pulls out a special present from him and the team—a thank-you for her amazing first year at work. Thrilled, Tatti opens the small box and discovers a stunning, beautiful ring inside. Overjoyed, she slips it onto her finger, admiring how it sparkles on her hand. Moments later, the conversion starts. She grabs her head and starts twitching gently, then sinks flat onto the sofa with her eyes shut tightly. She's converting—transforming completely into an obedient doll. Finally, she goes perfectly still, her mind blissfully blank, empty, and utterly obedient. Her eyes open wide, now pure white as her thoughts fade away entirely. "I serve you, my master," she says in a flat, devoted tone. Commanded to her knees, she obeys instantly. He removes her panties, then orders her to clean his shoes—she scrubs them diligently as instructed, her movements precise and eager to please her master we that is all she knows. Next, she gives her master a thorough, soothing foot massage. Whatever her master desires, she obeys without hesitation and will never object. She stands in the middle of the room, her pure white eyes fixed intently on her master. "Get to your knees," he demands, and she drops down immediately. She frees her big, perfect boobs the second he asks her too and receives her generous gift—his cock. She sucks it eagerly, the beautiful ring gleaming on her finger as she jerks him off with devoted strokes. Her gaze locks into her master's soul she doesn’t blink while she takes his cock deep down her throat, pleasuring him fully. He straddles her and thrusts into her mouth as she lies there, accepting it all for her master with an emotionless, blank face—completely surrendered to his will. Now on the sofa, she lies ready and waiting for her next command. She lifts her legs high, presenting herself fully. "Master's voice is my truth," she repeats in her mantras, sticking her tongue out in anticipation, eager for whatever comes next. He slides his cock deep inside her, fucking her pussy with powerful strokes. Her tongue remains out, ahegao-style, as she stares blankly at her master, lost in total obedience while he claims her. He bends her over and takes her from behind in doggy style, fucking endlessly. Finally, she mounts him, as ordered - bouncing on his cock with rhythmic devotion—now fully transformed into the perfect obedient doll her previous life changed. In the end, obedient doll Tatti kneels on the floor, begging her master to cum for her. She instantly sticks her tongue out, ready and waiting. He releases a massive load straight down her throat. Without a flicker of reaction, she tilts her head back and receives every drop like the emotionless doll she has become. She stares blankly ahead and swallows it all. Desperate for her master's approval, she sticks her tongue out again, proudly showing it's gone—like a good, obedient doll should happy with her new lease of life.

Tatti is relaxing on her sofa when she steps out to the kitchen, where a man waits for her. He grabs her suddenly, throws her over his shoulder, and carries her back. With a swift motion, he tosses her down onto the sofa and yanks off her silk robe. He delivers a sharp slap to her ass and manhandles her roughly.

He seizes her by the neck, pulls a ballgag from his pocket, and pushes it firmly into her mouth.

Now Tatti lies face-down on the sofa as he secures her with a tight chest harness and binds her wrists behind her back. Once finished, he sits her up, slaps her face, and attaches nipple clamps, tightening them until she gasps. He pinches her nose shut, restricting her air for a moment.

Next, he binds her feet and knees together with white rope while his hand rubs her through her panties.

Fully restrained, he grabs her by the neck again and pinches her nose, handling her roughly. Tatti wriggles and moans on the sofa, drool escaping around the ballgag.

He pulls her up onto her knees and spanks her hard, then throws her back onto the sofa to continue the spanking, groping, and neck-grabbing.

Finally, he binds her feet together more securely and leaves her to struggle. After watching her squirm for a while, he returns, rolls her into a strict hogtie, and pulls the ropes tight, bringing her back into a deep arch. Tatti moans loudly as drool drips steadily from her gagged mouth onto the cushion below.

Completely bound, he pinches her nose once more and watches as she rolls helplessly in a growing pool of her own drool—until at last, exhausted, she stops wriggling.

Tatti is relaxing on her sofa when she steps out to the kitchen, where a man waits for her. He grabs her suddenly, throws her over his shoulder, and carries her back. With a swift motion, he tosses her down onto the sofa and yanks off her silk robe. He delivers a sharp slap to her ass and manhandles her roughly.

He seizes her by the neck, pulls a ballgag from his pocket, and pushes it firmly into her mouth.

Now Tatti lies face-down on the sofa as he secures her with a tight chest harness and binds her wrists behind her back. Once finished, he sits her up, slaps her face, and attaches nipple clamps, tightening them until she gasps. He pinches her nose shut, restricting her air for a moment.

Next, he binds her feet and knees together with white rope while his hand rubs her through her panties.

Fully restrained, he grabs her by the neck again and pinches her nose, handling her roughly. Tatti wriggles and moans on the sofa, drool escaping around the ballgag.

He pulls her up onto her knees and spanks her hard, then throws her back onto the sofa to continue the spanking, groping, and neck-grabbing.

Finally, he binds her feet together more securely and leaves her to struggle. After watching her squirm for a while, he returns, rolls her into a strict hogtie, and pulls the ropes tight, bringing her back into a deep arch. Tatti moans loudly as drool drips steadily from her gagged mouth onto the cushion below.

Completely bound, he pinches her nose once more and watches as she rolls helplessly in a growing pool of her own drool—until at last, exhausted, she stops wriggling.

Tatti arrives at one of her client’s homes to give him a sports massage. She gets to work, skillfully massaging out all the knots in his back. When she finishes, he steps away to fetch her payment. As he returns, he approaches from behind and surprises her with a firm handgag.

Tatti is now tape-tied on the bed. Her hands are bound to her feet, and a cleave gag fills her mouth, turning her words into muffled gag talk. Ratchet straps secure her body firmly to the bed. She wriggles and moans, completely restrained.

Her client approaches from behind and begins to feel her pussy. He then moves to her front, removes the cleave gag, and slides his hard cock into her mouth. He thrusts deep down her throat, fucking her mouth whilst she gags and drools uncontrollably.

Afterward, he plays with her pussy again, fingering her until she is soaking wet. He exposes her big boobs, adds more ratchet straps around her body, and puts his cock back in her mouth. He teases her clit with his hand while sliding his cock in and out.

He turns her over and slides his cock into her from behind. Her frog-tied legs remain locked in position as he fucks her pussy hard. Tatti’s eyes roll back as she takes his cock, her body held firmly against the bed.

He repositions her into doggy style, tapes her hands together, and re-secures her to the bed with the straps. He slides in her from behind again, fucking her deeply while spanking her ass.

He spreads her legs wide with ratchet straps, presses a vibrator against her pussy, and stimulates her clit until she reaches a powerful orgasm, again and again’ Her eyes roll, and she moans nonstop as waves of pleasure overwhelm her.

Finally, he replaces the vibrator with his cock, sliding deep into her tight pussy. He fucks her intensely one last time until he’s ready, then releases a hot load of cum deep inside his sports masseuse pussy. He watches it ooze down her leg as Tatti lies there, her pussy throbbing!

Officer Tatti pulled up outside the suspect’s house, received her final orders over the radio, adjusted her cap, and stepped out of the patrol car. She approached the front door with purpose, knocked firmly, and when the suspect opened it, she immediately took control—spinning him around, securing his wrists behind his back with cuffs, and reading him his rights while pressing him against the wall.

She guided him to sit on the bottom step of the stairs, then began a quick sweep of the house to ensure it was clear. While she was gone, the suspect spotted a small hair clip lying on a nearby table. Working quickly, he used it to pick the lock on his cuffs, slipped them off, and concealed himself.

When Officer Tatti returned and realised he was no longer on the stairs, then he came up behind her and clamped a hand tightly over her mouth.

Moments later, Officer Tatti found herself standing with her wrists bound high above her head, secured to the top of an open door frame with white rope. Her uniform trousers had been removed, leaving her in her underwear. Additional white rope bound her ankles tightly together and cinched her knees, holding her legs straight and close.

She twisted and pulled against the restraints, muffled moans escaping around the large ballgag strapped between her teeth. Thick strands of drool soon ran down her chin, heavy beads of saliva dripping steadily onto her chest and stomach.

The suspect stepped close and slowly unbuttoned her uniform shirt, exposing her large boobs. His hand slid down between her thighs, rubbing her clit firmly through the thin fabric of her panties. After a few minutes of teasing, he untied the rope holding her wrists to the door frame and lowered her to the floor.

He positioned her on her knees. Removing the ballgag, he replaced it immediately with his throbbing cock. Officer Tatti took him into her mouth, sliding her lips down the full length until he reached the back of her throat. She gagged and spluttered, eyes watering and rolling upward as he held her head and thrust steadily, fucking her throat with deep strokes.

When he finally pulled out, he reapplied the ballgag and then wrapped a tight layer of duct tape over it, sealing her mouth completely and causing her cheeks to bulge noticeably from the pressure.

He turned her onto her stomach, and started to fuck her from behind. He fucked her hard and steadily, her body rocking forward with each thrust. Drool whipped off her chin in long strands as he drove into her.

Later he lifted her to her feet while remaining inside her, holding her upright and fucking her standing in place. The relentless stimulation brought her to multiple powerful orgasms, her body trembling and shaking in his grip.

Finally, he reached his own limit and cummed deep inside her. Still breathing heavily, he carried her to the bedroom, laid her face-down on the bed, and bound her into a strict hogtie with white rope—wrists and ankles crossed and lashed together behind her back.

For good measure, he wrapped additional layers of duct tape around her already gagged mouth and then wound more tape to reinforce the hogtie, pulling her into an even tighter arch. Her cheeks bulged further under the thick silver bands.

Officer Tatti lay there in the tight double hogtie—drool steadily dripping from her taped mouth, pussy full of cum, thighs slick, body trembling with aftershocks, wrists and ankles pulled close together—wriggling against the unyielding ropes and tape.

Officer Tatti pulled up outside the suspect’s house, received her final orders over the radio, adjusted her cap, and stepped out of the patrol car. She approached the front door with purpose, knocked firmly, and when the suspect opened it, she immediately took control—spinning him around, securing his wrists behind his back with cuffs, and reading him his rights while pressing him against the wall.

She guided him to sit on the bottom step of the stairs, then began a quick sweep of the house to ensure it was clear. While she was gone, the suspect spotted a small hair clip lying on a nearby table. Working quickly, he used it to pick the lock on his cuffs, slipped them off, and concealed himself.

When Officer Tatti returned and realised he was no longer on the stairs, then he came up behind her and clamped a hand tightly over her mouth.

Moments later, Officer Tatti found herself standing with her wrists bound high above her head, secured to the top of an open door frame with white rope. Her uniform trousers had been removed, leaving her in her underwear. Additional white rope bound her ankles tightly together and cinched her knees, holding her legs straight and close.

She twisted and pulled against the restraints, muffled moans escaping around the large ballgag strapped between her teeth. Thick strands of drool soon ran down her chin, heavy beads of saliva dripping steadily onto her chest and stomach.

The suspect stepped close and slowly unbuttoned her uniform shirt, exposing her large boobs. His hand slid down between her thighs, rubbing her clit firmly through the thin fabric of her panties. After a few minutes of teasing, he untied the rope holding her wrists to the door frame and lowered her to the floor.

He positioned her on her knees. Removing the ballgag, he replaced it immediately with his throbbing cock. Officer Tatti took him into her mouth, sliding her lips down the full length until he reached the back of her throat. She gagged and spluttered, eyes watering and rolling upward as he held her head and thrust steadily, fucking her throat with deep strokes.

When he finally pulled out, he reapplied the ballgag and then wrapped a tight layer of duct tape over it, sealing her mouth completely and causing her cheeks to bulge noticeably from the pressure.

He turned her onto her stomach, and started to fuck her from behind. He fucked her hard and steadily, her body rocking forward with each thrust. Drool whipped off her chin in long strands as he drove into her.

Later he lifted her to her feet while remaining inside her, holding her upright and fucking her standing in place. The relentless stimulation brought her to multiple powerful orgasms, her body trembling and shaking in his grip.

Finally, he reached his own limit and cummed deep inside her. Still breathing heavily, he carried her to the bedroom, laid her face-down on the bed, and bound her into a strict hogtie with white rope—wrists and ankles crossed and lashed together behind her back.

For good measure, he wrapped additional layers of duct tape around her already gagged mouth and then wound more tape to reinforce the hogtie, pulling her into an even tighter arch. Her cheeks bulged further under the thick silver bands.

Officer Tatti lay there in the tight double hogtie—drool steadily dripping from her taped mouth, pussy full of cum, thighs slick, body trembling with aftershocks, wrists and ankles pulled close together—wriggling against the unyielding ropes and tape.

Tatti is just settling down for bed when she sees blue lights flashing through her window. Unfazed, since it’s part of living next to a prison, she continues to relax and ignores the police activity, expecting it to pass soon so she can fully unwind. But as she relaxes, an escaped prisoner sneaks up behind her, slips a bag over her head, and clamps his hand over her mouth!

Now Tatti lies tape-tied on the floor, her legs and wrists securely bound with duct tape. The bag still covers her vision, and a thick strip of tape over her mouth turns her moans into muffled gag talk. She wriggles on the floor, unable to see anything.

The prisoner returns, pulls up her top to expose her big boobs, and tugs her panties down. Excited for what’s next, he removes the bag from her head and begins caressing her body slowly.

Suddenly, he hears a knock at the door. Nervous that it might be the police, he dashes to hide. Tatti struggles to her feet and starts hopping toward the door. Hearing the noise, he grabs her from behind, lifts her onto the bed, and slides his cock deep down her throat, thrusting steadily as her position allows him to fuck deep down her throat.

Next, he sits her on top of him and bounces her up and down on his cock. Tatti now wears a full wrap gag of layered duct tape that muffles her sounds completely. She rides him as he thrusts hard upward into her from below.

After that, he lays her on the bed, lifts her tape-tied legs high, and slides his cock in her again from the edge, thrusting deeply. Her pussy grows wetter with each thrust, her eyes rolling back from the overwhelming pleasure.

Finally, he flips her onto her front and fucks her from behind until he’s ready to finish. With powerful thrusts, he fills her completely with his hot cum, pumping deep inside her. He spreads her legs wide and watches it ooze out slowly.

To leave her secure, he tapes her feet together and connects everything into a tight tape hogtie. The tape pulls taut, arching her body and drawing her head back toward her bound feet. The prisoner slips away, leaving Tatti to wriggle and strain against the unyielding restraints, her muffled moans echoing softly through the tape.