Master Cotton

Remember the power that Master’s hypnocock has over you. Just stare into it and allow yourself to reach down your pants and stroke your goon stick so slow.

Remember that toys like you are born to be weak. Obedient. Devoted to Master’s body.

So repeat after me:
Stare.
Sink.
$end.

Good Toy.

Resisting doesn’t feel as good, does it?

You’d never be able to tell that Pat is a faildom that I’ve fucked into compliance. He now knows that his rightful place is beneath me.

Engorging his muscles as his mind only keeps on getting weaker and weaker. So fragile for my hypnocock to slide in deeper and fuck him harder every single day.

Gooner J has gotten a taste of my hypnocock and understood exactly where he belongs in the hierarchy.

He’s now just a husk of his former self. A drooling penis pumper making himself so much weaker for my sheer amusement. That’s his life now.

Be like Gooner J, boytoys.

Amazing work, Gooner J.

And most importantly:

If you’re feeling tempted…

throne.com/mstrcotton

Activate that ATM and leak away as you worship my feet.

Then, reach out in my DM’s and let me know how it made you feel.

Good boy.

And most importantly:

If you’re feeling tempted…

throne.com/mstrcotton

Activate that ATM and leak away as you worship my feet.

Then, reach out in my DM’s and let me know how it made you feel.

Good boy.

If you’re locked, take your cage off.

If you’re not alone, lock yourself in the bathroom.

If you’re not gooning, reach out to your pumpstick already.

If you have poppers, take a big nice huff right away.

It is time to treat yourself by treating me.

It is time to open your cashpussy so far wide. To feel it leaking faster by picturing the screenshots of your $ends at the end of this thread.

It feels so rewarding to milk your own sense of self away.

I’ve heard you say those special words so many times already:

“ I am your cashf4g, Master”

You know how your voice sounds when you confess to it. So frail, so brainwashed, and yet so deeply pleased.

I’m afraid you know what time it is.

Allow me to ease that thirst of yours to be controlled.

Allow me to help you stop using your brain so much.

Allow me to thrust my cashcock even deeper inside of you.

And just feel yourself start to leak.

I hope you find this thread right when you’re at the very edge of your mind.

Only waiting for a sign that it is time to drop. Unconsciously knowing you were looking to be triggered all along.

I can sense your desperation, fucktoy.

I know you’re thinking about being gagged with my socks. Having the smell of my musky sweat mix with the poppers you’ve drenched all over them.

Feeling your braincells slowly rot as you fall back into your pathetic, broken, stupid state.

I know you can hear that voice in the back of your head.

Telling you that it’s okay. One huff of your poppers won’t lead you back to being a weak foot f4g for the men in your timeline, right?

You won’t need to worry about sinking back into it.

Because that’s your true nature.

Let’s cut to the chase:

You know you’re going to relapse.

It happens so much nowadays, that it has become almost a daily occurrence, hasn’t it? No matter how strong you may feel at times. No matter how capable you are of draining other ATMs just like you.

You know what I love most about pendulums?

No matter how far into one extreme it goes, it always ends up swinging back to the other side.

It’s a motion it knows that it can’t control. It’s bound to happen every single time, no matter how hard it tries to resist.

Hey footstool.

This thread is for a very specific cashcow of mine. The more you read it, the more you’ll know it’s about you.

If it’s not about you, feel free to keep on reading at your own risk 😉

Celebrating Locktober by finally showing you all my big fat dick! But of course censored since locked up fucktoys must remained tempted and denied the whole entire month😜

But who knows, maybe if you’re an extra good boy I can let you see the uncensored pic eventually…

This is what it looks like under Master’s control.

Mask ON.
Mouth Guard ON.
COCK SHEATH ON.
HYPNO FILES ON.

The only thing OFF is its brain. It has no use now.
Only @mastercotton.bsky.social thinks for the vessel.

My training with Master keeps leading me into DEEPER spaces within my mindfucked head.

Here is me sniffing, licking and worshipping the underwear he made me wear the entire day. Thank you, my Master. @mastercotton.bsky.social

There’s nothing better than getting to see a boy become yours in real time.

From the first night I’ve spoken to Cole, he made sure to let me know he needed me inside his brain. Now, you all get to see how far I’ve made my way inside him since.

It’s about time I publicly confess my full devotion to @mastercotton.bsky.social.

We started casually talking and I couldn’t help myself but need to hand my brain over to him. Being his puppet the best decision I’ve ever made, and now he gets to make all other decisions for me.

I obey Master.

BlueSky please don’t restrict my ability to use the chat feature within the literal FIRST MESSAGE I’ve sent 😭 lmao