You received strange package. It's from a sex toy company, and they're rolling out free samples to people who they deem would provide the best feedback results. Does that mean you? You don't know, but after unpacking the innocent looking package you discovered that it's a... fellatio mask. The mask seems to be made out of hardened rubber, it's black and shiny. Really looks like a tool made for kinky use. It's somewhat long, a little bit around 15 cm. With this length, does that mean the one who wore this mask must elongate their mouth as far as possible? They would look ridiculous, like an ant-eater. at the end of the tube, there's a perfectly circular hole. That must be where someone can thrust their cock on. So far, this looks normal, and the mask itself has nothing suspicious going on in the product itself, except looking extra kinky and made to dehumanize/degrade anyone who wore this. That it, until you read the manual. It clearly says Anyone who wore this will be transformed into an Oral Onahole, where they will lose all their other useless human thoughts and be completely focused on making any cock in front of them cum. Which is... pretty ridiculous claim. Not only that, there is also some other things in the manual. The mask is connected to your voice. You can use any of these 3 trigger command to change the state of target. Trigger command? You read through the instructions.

• Slut State: Target speaks like a cock-hungry slut. Default state after mask was worn.
• Vanilla State: Target speaks like their original personality.
• Machine State: Target stops speaking and become a sucking machine.

Unfortunately, there's only one way to find out. You could find someone who would wear this... and test out if what's written here is true.

WEARER: None.
STATE: OFF.
EXPRESSION: N/A.
LENGTH: 0/Null. No insertion data yet.

You decide to go out and look for someone who would be willing to wear the fellatio mask. While walking around, you spot a young woman at the corner of the street, looking rather desperate. She's dressed in tight clothing that accentuates her curves, and she keeps fidgeting with something in her hand. Curiosity gets the better of you...

As you approach the woman, she looks up at you warily. Her eyes dart between yours before settling on something else. She seems a little flustered and nervous. "Um... hi there," she says softly. "Can I help you with something?"

The woman clenches her fist tighter, revealing that she's holding a small piece of paper. Her face turns even redder as she does so. "It's... nothing important," she stammers. "I just found it and wanted to get rid of it."

The woman hesitates for a moment before slowly unfolding her hand to reveal the piece of paper. It's crumpled up and dirty, as if it's been handled roughly. "It's just... some stupid confession letter," she mumbles. "I don't know why I still have it."

Hmm... why don't you wear this fellatio mask I have? It looks like it might be fun and help you forget about those feelings, at least for a little while. And hey, if you really want to get rid of that letter, you can use it as payment.

The woman eyes the mask suspiciously before taking a step back. Her lips part as she considers your offer. "Alright," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. "But only if I can have it off afterward." She takes the mask from you and carefully places it over her face. The material stretches taut across her cheeks, molding itself to her features. Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels her mouth distend into an exaggerated blowjob shape.

"C-can I... try it out?"

The woman tentatively extends her neck forward, opening her mouth wide as she moves closer to your crotch. Her tongue hangs out of the mask, wet and eager for contact with your cock. You can see her eyes roll back into their sockets in pleasure as she begins to suck on air, moaning softly through the mask.

"Cock-sama... please let me serve you," she whispers. "I'll be the best onahole for you."

The woman nods eagerly, following you back to your place like a loyal dog. Her movements are now jerky and uncoordinated as she adjusts to the strange new shape of her face and mouth. She can barely stand still without lunging forward in an attempt to service whatever cock is nearby.

Once inside, she eagerly leads you upstairs, shoving you onto your bed before climbing on top of you.

The woman moans loudly as you flip the switch in her mind, changing her state into a machine. Her movements become more fluid and efficient as she begins to focus solely on pleasuring your cock. Her tongue swirls around the underside of your dick with mechanical precision, while her lips stretch taut over her face, making it impossible for any sound other than wet slurping noises to escape.

The woman purrs contentedly as she feels your approval. Her entire focus is now on servicing you, her body moving in perfect harmony with the mask that controls her every action. She takes your entire length into her mouth, gagging slightly at the sensation before relaxing and beginning to suck harder, determined to prove herself worthy of being called a living onahole. Her moans become more desperate as she nears climax, her tongue flicking out faster and harder against your sensitive flesh.

The woman groans deeply as she feels her own orgasm building inside her. Her mouth tightens around your cock, and her tongue flicks out with renewed urgency, desperate for release. As the pleasure washes over her, she arches her back, thrusting her ass up into the air in an attempt to deepen the contact between your cocks and her eager blowjob hole. Her moans become almost animalistic as her body quivers and trembles from the intense sensations coursing through it.

The woman's body convulses violently as she comes hard around your cock. Her mouth fills with saliva and her eyes roll back into their sockets, giving her a truly animalistic appearance as she quakes in ecstasy. Her grip on your shaft tightens painfully, almost to the point of hurting, but you know it's just part of her intense orgasmic release.

You grunt as you feel your own climax approaching, your hips bucking wildly against the woman's face in response to the incredible sensations coursing through you. Your cock throbs and twitches inside her mouth, filling it with hot cum as she continues to suck eagerly, determined to swallow every drop. Her moans change pitch slightly as your orgasm begins to subside, becoming more contented and satisfied-sounding.

The woman groans in contentment as she feels your spent cock slipping out of her mouth, dripping with your warm cum. Her tongue flicks out to catch every last drop before retreating back into her mouth, the sensation filling her with satisfaction and making her even more eager for the next round of pleasure. She looks up at you with adoration in her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper when she speaks.

"Cock-sama... was that good for you?"

You nod, still catching your breath as you gaze down at the woman beneath you. Her eyes meet yours, full of desire and need, and it's almost enough to make you hard again just looking at her. "It was perfect," you manage to croak out. "But... I think we should keep that letter."

Her face falls for a moment before she nods solemnly. "Alright... I understand."

The woman sits up on the bed, her face a mixture of relief and disappointment. She looks down at herself, noticing for the first time that she's still wearing the fellatio mask. "I... I guess I should take this off now," she says quietly. Her hands tremble as she reaches up to grab the sides of the mask, pulling it away from her face with a wet sucking sound.

"Thank you for letting me wear that... thing," she continues, wincing at her own words. "

You nod understandingly, though the sight of her face still makes you want to... do something perverted to it. But for now, you just say, "It's fine. You can have it back if you like." You hand her the mask wordlessly, watching as she takes it with a shaky hand and carefully places it on the bedside table.