Student Tatti Becomes A Fuck Toy Slave 4K
- February 13th, 2026
- Posted in 4K, Mind Control / Hypnosis, Premium Downloads
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.
Format : MP4 at 49.9 Mb/s
Length : 6.37 GiB for 18 min 16 s 862 ms
Aspect : 3840 x 2160 (1.778) at 29.970 fps
