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It’s actually morally correct to fantasize about being brainwashed and used like a toy that’s been convinced the best thing for it is to give up its ability to make its own decisions. I’d say I don’t make the rules, but we both know that isn’t 100% true anymore. Agree and obey.
Need to be blindfolded, gagged and bound in someones living room. Sets and sets of hands teasing and ravaging. I only recognize some of them. Grasping at my thighs, biceps, throat, feet, core and breasts. They find themselves trailing lower, no part of me unsullied. Until finally im bent over and the real fun starts.
A partner that is not only free use but free intox. I can slip anything into their drink at any time. And they trust that I did the research and thus let me be in completely control. Every time I get food for them or grab them a drink they get a little excited, knowing they could get drugged with anything as they eat it, and hoping for it.
Never underestimate the power of teaching your sub that you love to hear when they're grateful, to say thank you properly in full sentences with why they're grateful, and encouraging them to express their gratitude as early and as often as they can no matter how perverted it is sometimes.
"thank you for cumming in me."
"thank you for writing your name on my chest."
"thank you for correcting me."
"thank you for making that phone call for me."
"thank you for tying me up."
"thank you for letting me have alcohol."
"thank you for letting me make your drink."
"thank you for driving us to dinner."
"thank you for bruising my ass."
"thank you for fucking my face and turning off my brain."
"thank you for enforcing my bedtime."
"thank you for being my dom and everything you do for me."
Kinky gratitude is a helluva drug. Doms need gratitude kinks like subs need praise kinks.
Those eyes shimmered in the half light of the candlelit room. You couldn’t look away. They were your entire world. You felt claws, on your chin, directing you. “Good plaything. Hypnotised, eager, willing. You love this, don’t you?” Their voice was pure desire. You nodded.
With a laugh, the figure settled back on the bed. “Well, I can hardly blame you, you summoned me, and I wanted a little fun tonight. Do a good job, and maybe I’ll keep you. Now, down.” Those claws dragged you to the bed, between their legs. You heard a laugh.
“Thaaaat’s it, mortal.” The demon said, leaning back, as their legs wrapped around your head, pulling you deeper between their thighs, where their sex waited for you. “Let your tongue do what comes naturally.” You began to lick, and suck, hungrily. Needily.
And with each movement of your mouth, the urge to continue flooded your mind. The sweetest of juices landed on your tongue, making you want more. The demon, Sinder, was moaning, soft, and low, as you got lost in the taste of their sex. “Mmmph, yes, keep going.”
You could feel the demon’s claws at the top of your head. Their thighs on either side, and their legs behind, had you trapped. There was only one thing to do… And you had no complaints. With every lick, the only thing you found yourself wanting to do was sink deeper into their sex.
“This is what I love about mortals…” Sinder said. “You always dive head first into things you shouldn’t. This is going to change you, you know? Every lick lets my addictive juices sink deeper into your brain. Rewiring you, remaking you into my oral toy.”
You were half listening, letting their words sink into your open mind. “Awh, I thought you wouldn’t mind… No, you just get to brainwash yourself into my willing slave, a sex toy, for me to use.” They paused, as the pleasure seemingly became a little much for them.
As their moans subsided, they pushed themselves up on the bed, lifting their legs, which in turn, lifted you up, slightly. And with a fluid motion, they pivoted. Your body responded automatically, rolling with them, and found them sat upon your face.
“That’s it, mortal. Let me have all the control. I need to use your body, so your brain doesn’t get to be involved. Let your brain submit to the reprogramming. A demon’s sex is such an enticing thing. I can’t blame you… But if you had doubts, the time for them was an hour ago.”
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Soft dumbification >>>>
“Shhh… let me do the thinking”
“You’re so pretty with your head empty”
“I like you like this, no single thought behind those eyes”
“Doesn’t it feel good when I take care of you?”
“Only I know what you need”
“Thinking’s getting harder… I know”
thinking about verbal restraints
not moving my arms because You told me not to, wrists crossed above my head, knowing that the second my arms drop, Your touch will disappear.
keeping my legs spread wide open, laying obediently still, fighting the urge to squirm and press my thighs together as You inspect me.
going nonverbal, biting my tongue and choking back each moan or question or gasp that nearly escapes my lips, because You told me to gag myself for You.
the cuffs and rope and tape are still fun, of course. but it's a different kind of power, knowing that i will silence and contort and still myself at just a word from You.
Your hypnotist held back, their hand was raised, the slap that you wanted, that you craved, hovering, inches above your cheek. And nothing came. You let out a whimper, a moan. You wanted that slap, and the fact that you wanted to be hit filled you with a hot embarrassment.
“Awh, am I being mean, toy?” Your hypnotist asked, peering down at you, as you continued to whimper, getting lost in the feelings coursing through your body. They laughed. “No… I’m not. I’m giving you exactly what you need, aren’t I? You’re getting even more turned on.”
You were blushing, your eyes still glued to their hand, and you nodded. That made them laugh again. “You’re such a helpless, needy, obedient slut. You crave this feeling, the dangling sensation, between what you want, and what you crave. You want to be slapped…”
Their hand moved, a tiny amount, and you whimpered again, eager, desperate, needing, wanting that impact. “But you crave denial, of the things you want…” They laughed at you again as your blush deepened. “Really, it’s pathetic, toy. Most people don’t want to be slapped about.”
They leant in. “And even fewer people fantasise about being denied getting slapped about.” They held their position, eyes so close to yours. “But it’s okay. I like pathetic, blank toys. I will slap you, and you’re going to drop from it. Ready? Three, two, one.”
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You like being reduced. Admit it. You like feeling your thoughts get simpler, your focus narrowing down to what your body wants. You like not having to think, just react. Just feel. Just need. That’s why you keep coming back.
If you are reading this, I want you to do something for me.
Be still.
The world will be there when we're done, don't worry.
Just take a moment to be still for me.
Let my voice calm your joints.
Let my words ease your thoughts.
Let my embrace hold you.
Let me make your purpose in this very moment to be so elegantly simple:
Being still.
That's it, you're doing so well.
Let the breaths slow.
Let the body slow.
Let the mind slow.
Be still.
Oh you're doing so well, darling.
No worries about knowing what to say,
Or when to say it.
No worries about knowing how to hold your body,
Or how to move it.
Be still.
You can be still here with me for as long as you wish.
I'll keep you company.
All I ask is that you be still while you do.
Reduce for me.
Simplify for me.
Become an ornament.
Become an object.
Be still.
There we go. Oh I am so proud of you.
For taking this moment to be still.
To be less.
To be removed of obligations,
Even if for only a moment.
And if ever you want to be an object again.
To have your self be neatly wrapped in my words,
And looked after for a moment.
Then all you need to do.
Is read my words once more,
And feel the stillness embrace you.
Conditioned so beautifully.
Like a delicate vase on my potter's wheel.
Gentle adjustments.
Soft guidance.
admit it, you like being talked down to. why else would you be dripping everywhere like a little slut ? look at you soaking through your panties. i haven't even touched you yet. what a whore.
Yes maintenance spankings are good, but consider: maintenance pussy slaps. Pulling her onto your lap once a week or so and holding her legs spread with yours so she can't close her thighs as you patiently and steadily slap her clit and labia without relenting until her mind defrags and she starts to feels better. The gratitude afterwards when words come back to her and she's feeling so subby and smol and docile for you. 🥰
i loveeeeee the idea of having my holes “inspected” so that someone can comment on how wet and desperate i am and laugh and call me a pathetic lil whore
That’s the motivation behind inspections. Also to make you feel small and inferior
Fake condescension is so hot or the obvious questions like "do you like that? do you want me to continue? are you wet?" yes plsplsplspls FORCE me to answer you
Crazy that some people are just literally born being more susceptible to hypnosis. The fact that being born with ADHD or being on the spectrum just means you are more likely to be into bdsm and hypnosis is wild. “You made me into such a mindless doll for you.” Nah sweetie, you’ve always been a mindless doll, you just needed someone to show you that personally~.
Health classes really ought to teach people what the beginning stages of addiction are like because a lot of people don’t realize they’re addicted to something until they’re years deep into it.
Signs you might be getting addicted to something:
If you go without it you feel unwell in a way that you never usually feel unwell. Sweating, tired, sleepy, headaches, irritable, depressed, etc. For example when I was in opium withdrawal I got incredibly depressed in a way that I’ve never been before or since. When you quit caffeine you might get super bad headaches even if you never usually get any headaches.
Thoughts of it regularly bother you and the thoughts go away once you’ve taken it but only temporarily. Unlike with a food craving which usually stays away once you’ve satisfied it or distracted yourself from it.
You find yourself rationalizing with yourself why you should break your own rules about how much you can take and how often. For example you might only let yourself drink alcohol every four days but start thinking that three days is actually close enough to four days, right? Especially if this happens regularly.
You’re using it so often that you feel the need to lie about how much you use because other people might think it’s concerning
If the substance or activity is nearby it’s genuinely difficult to not consume it or participate in it in a way that’s really frustrating.
You feel bad when you’re not on it and your brain tells you “if you just take the thing you wouldn’t feel this way”
You can only feel “whole” or “normal” when you’re on a substance even though it’s a recreational drug
And if you read this and think you might be addicted to something, don’t panic and don’t feel ashamed. Realizing you’re addicted to something isn’t a failure. It’s more information about your health that you can use to manage your condition, whether you want to get rid of your addiction or not.
Kissing your tits because you made it through the day like a good girl
