Cishet Male
Born in the 80's (cuz that's awesome!)
Looking to share hypnokinky erotica and celebrate hypnofetishism
primarily a hypnosub, switch curious
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LGBTQIA + Safe space
I am a cis male, 40-year-old, erotica author with a deeply ingrained hypnokink. I am also a budding hypno-switch and am open to most forms of hypno kinky play.
Please do not interact if:
-you do not support fair and equal treatment for all people. Racists, bigots, transphobes, misogynists (outside of kink), anti-LGBTQIA+ rhetoric, and fascists are not welcome.
-You are under 18
-You are a robot with a pretty lady as your avatar (fool me once, shame on you...)
Things I like:
-Hypnosis. I want to make new friends and connections with people willing to explore this on either end. Please get to know me before trying to drop me.
-Writing! That's what I bring to the table. Love chatting about it and brainstorming. Always happy to proof or beta read for anyone, time permitting.
-Femdom. I usually gravitate towards dommes who are female presenting, but that's not a hard rule. I am open to many genders, but a lot of my blog will feature women (cis or trans) on top.
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Most of my writing is free for all the thirsty hypno-kinksters out there. If you'd like to help me create more weird, sexy stories you can do two things:
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A Trance of You by Amus Cobblestone
You can find my other stories at https://mcstories.com/Authors/Amus-Cobblestone.html and https://readonlymind.com/@AmusCobblestone/
Have you ever been driving down some long, monotonous road and just zoned out as you watch the lanes lines drift by?
Have you ever felt your mind just shut off and move along on cruise control?
Have you ever let your body steer the car while your mind sleeps?
And have you ever suddenly parked in front of an old Victorian style mansion in the middle of the woods without realizing how you got there with an uncontrollable urge to go in?
You stomp through the rain to the rickety wooden porch. Of course your rental car would die right after your phone ran out of battery. Through the downpour you can see a few amber lights shining through the windows.
They have power, whoever lives here. You should be able to sweet talk your way in so you can charge your phone.
The floorboards creak as you step up to the carved oak door and bang on the brass knocker. To your relief, you hear the rusty click of a latch and the door swings open. Standing behind it is a young woman with red hair and fair skin dressed in a wine-red corset and flowing gown. The corset accentuates her hourglass figure and you try not to stare at her round breasts poking over the top. You glance at her face. Her misty eyes stare back at you.
You explain your situation and she smiles warmly and shows you in. You follow, your gait matching the rhythm of her swinging hips. The hallway is narrow and coated with oval framed pictures of regal ladies from years ago. You feel their eyes watching you as your host continues to lead you deeper down the hall.
She shows you to a small waiting room, half submerged in shadows. She offers you a padded chair next to richly embroidered couch and mahogany coffee table. You take a seat, asking if there’s a place you could charge your phone. The woman only shushes you and places a tray with a teapot and cups on the table and then lights a candle.
“The power’s on a generator,” she explains. “I will need to start it first. Please, make yourself comfortable.”
She leaves.
You turn back to the table only then realizing that someone is watching you from the couch.
“Would you like some tea?” comes a lilting voice. Another woman, this one tousled blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. She’s thin and delicate, dressed in a white Victorian era dress. She smiles invitingly at you. Her lips are painted black.
Without losing her gaze on you, she pours a cup of steaming tea, offering you the teacup on a porcelain saucer.
“Drink the tea,” she softly urges.
You hesitate. Something doesn’t feel right. The way this woman is staring at you is both disturbing but also compelling. You watch the swirls of the steam as they drift in front of her face. You shouldn’t accept drinks from strangers, that’s obvious. But her eyes keep coaxing you to take a sip.
“Have some tea, darling,” a voice says from behind you. It’s the woman who let you in, her hands gently resting on your shoulders from behind your chair. “It will help you relax.”
Before you can answer, her hands begin dancing and rubbing down your shoulders. Hours of stressful driving pour off you. Your gaze stays captivated by the blond woman’s eyes in front of you as she wafts the tea under your face.
“The tea will calm you,” the red head says. “It will make everything feel so warm and loose. Drink the tea, sweetie.”
Her hands pull back your head and you feel two warm, fleshy pillows cushion the back of your neck. The woman holds you in her silky cleavage as her nails gently scratch over your scalp.
"Drink the tea."
You don’t want to be impolite. You cautiously take the tea from the woman on the couch and sip. Rich, warm flavor floods your mouth and seeps down your throat.
“Have some more.”
The red head is raking her hands through your hair, rolling her tits around the sides of your face. You smile. It was such yummy tea. You’re going to have another sip.
And another.
And another.
Soon the cup is empty and you’re feeling good. You feel calm, tranquil. You lean back, content to let the buxom red head press her chest into your head. She’s cooing words to you. Words you don’t need to worry about. Words you can just listen to.
The blonde woman slides down to the floor. Soon you feel a silky hand with long slender fingers reaching down your pants. Finding all the right spots between your legs.
You sigh dreamily and surrender yourself to the mercy of the two strange women.
So @laurentidal-backup was there in case what happened happened, because I know at one point you were like, if I get nuked I'm not restarting. So when you didn't get nuked, I didn't keep it up to date.
BUT if other readers are more anal meticulous about tagging than I am, and have your stories tagged, I could use the script to go reblog more "lost" stories. With their note counts, of course. I know you love your data.
As fate would have it I updated my spreadsheet like 2 days before the nuke so I have fairly accurate data as it currently stands.
I wouldn't say no 😂 but I don't mind the interim stories being lost media for a bit either. I still have the OG copies saved to my vault and I'll prob post them again little by little like I did the first time
Lauren couldn't remember when she started the vault. Hell, she couldn't even remember writing the first story. Her mind didn't tend to dwell on trivial things like that anymore, but the sudden ban on Tumblr had forced her to go back into the old files and now she was looking at a massive depository of hypnosis smut in an Obsidian vault with her name on it.
She barely had time to process her feelings when the ban came down. She'd once sworn publicly that three times was enough. She would not start a fourth blog. But when the time came to call it quits, something triggered in her mind and she got to work rebuilding, almost as if her body were acting on its own.
Maybe it was. After all, she didn't remember writing a single one of these stories.
And as she clicked through columns of stories with unfamiliar titles, she found herself repeating an oddly comforting phrase.
"My mind is a vault and I must fill it..."
That's right, she thought. I remember now. I did this all for them.
She imagined the blank faces of the nameless thousands who had consumed these stories. She wondered how many had been driven to sexual release, and then she considered...she wasn't that much different than the mind controllers in these stories. That brought a rush of excitement that she didn't expect, and it kept her moving forward, the rest of her resolve to retire melting away.
After all, she thought. "My mind is a vault..."
"And you must fill it," said the faceless thousands.
Tyrone leaned back in his bed, trying to keep his eyes awake as he scrolled through his phone. He barely noticed Tina jump into bed next to him until her soft hand slithered to his prick.
“Aww, baby, I’m sorry, but…YAWN…I don’t think I have the energy tonight…mmm…”
“Someone has energy,” Tina winked as Tyrone’s prize cock pumped up to a full erection under Tina’s skillful fingers. “But don’t worry, big guy. I know you’ve been working so hard. So how about a nice, slow handjob? Just relax…”
Before Tyrone could protest, Tina brushed her other hand down his face. His eyes drooped and he let out a long, resigned sigh. It had been a long day of work, and Tina’s hand felt so wonderful on his cock, moving up and down…up and down…
“up and down…up and down…that feels so nice, doesn’t it Ty?” Tina cooed. She cuddled closer to her boyfriend, her warm tits pressing into his arm.
“Up and down…nothing to do, nowhere to go. Just relax…up and down…up and down…your cock is getting so hard…so stiff and needy…you don’t want to do anything right now except just relaaaax and enjoy my hand going up…and down…”
Tyrone felt his body melt as a lopsided grin crawled onto his face. Tina was right. He could just relax and feel her hand pulling and stroking and squeezing and twisting up along his member again and again. It was so soothing, so wonderful luxuriant. Her hand was soft and just a little slick from the vitamin E lotion she used.
“Let your eyes get heavy, dear…eyes drooping down…can’t keep them open anymore…”
Tina worked her pace just a little faster as Tyron’s cock throbbed and strained under her touch.
“The harder your cock…the sleepier you get….the harder your cock…the sleepier you get…hard cock…sleepy eyes…hard cock…sleepy eyes…so sleepy…so, so hard…”
Tyrone tried to keep his focus on the wonderful sight of Tina’s shiny pink nails spinning up and down his shaft, but his eyelids felt like lead weight were attached to them. He struggled to keep them from dropping down, his head nodding drowsily with Tina words.
“Such a nice, soothing motion…up and down…so relaxing…up and down…drifting with my voice…my hand…on your cock…going up…and down…and up…and down…until you…just…”
SNAP!
Tina clicked her fingers together as Tyrone shot a jet of white cum in the air.
“Sleep.”
Tyrone’s eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped against the headrest of the bed, completely lost in sated slumber.
Tina left Tyrone snoring and washed the sticky jizz off her hand. She hopped back in bed and took out her phone, texting furtively as she snuggled under the covers.
“Ok. He’s out.” She typed.
A week later, Tyrone noticed Tina putting on her hottest outfit and examining herself in the mirror.
“What’s going on, baby? Are we going out tonight?” he asked, confused.
“Oh! Uh, well, no. I just wanted to try on this dress. How do I look anyway?”
Tyrone gazed at his girlfriend, her juicy thighs peeking out of the strategic slit in her cocktail dress.
“Really, really good actually,” he said. “Maybe we should go out tonight anyway.”
“Oh, sweetie. You know I’d love that,” she said taking a step closer to her big man. “But I know you’re just too sleepy tonight.”
“No, I’m feeling good. I can take youuuu…”
Tyrone trailed off as Tina brushed her hand up and down over the bulge in his pants.
Up and down.
Back and forth.
“No, baby. I think you’re feeling way too sleeeeeepy to go out…”
Tyrone recognized the sultry lilt in Tina’s voice. It was the same tone she used when she had jerked him off last night, and the night before, and the night before that. Always working him up with her hand nice and slow, up and down, while she cooed into his ear until he just drifted off to sleep. Sometimes he remembered cumming and sometimes he would just lose himself in a deep dream of pleasure while he listened to Tina’s pretty words.
“Too sleepy…to tired and horny…” Tina whispered as the gently pushed her lover to the couch, his body sinking down into the cushions. In an instant, she undid his pants and had his cock out, hard and stiff, as her fingers gently teased and stroked him.
“Up and down…up and down…so soothing…so sleepy…so horny…”
Tyrone’s eyes fluttered and a soft pink fog enveloped his mind. What was he just talking about?
“Up and down…sleepy and horny…up and down…up and down…”
Tina’s voice was like a lullaby as she gently took Tyrone’s hand in hers and curled his fingers around his own prick, guiding him up and down in long, lazy strokes.
“Keep going sweetie…feeling so good, so sleepy, so passive and docile as you relax deeper…deeper…harder…harder…and…”
SNAP!
Tyrone’s head slumped forward, his cock a solid metal bar sticking out from his legs.
“That’s right, honey. Lost in la-la land for me. Just letting your hand go up and down…because your hand listens to me…and it’s going to keep you nice and relaxed…nice and drowsy until I come back…anytime you start to wake up that hand is going to squeeze and stroke your cock until you drift back into his sleepy, happy trance. Got that, sugar?”
Tyrone’s only response was a soft moan as he half sat, half lay on the couch completely unconscious. Tina waved her fingers in front of his sleeping eyes, smiling when she got no reaction. She pulled out her phone and opened her recent messages.
“I’m ready,” she tapped and then crept out the door.
The week after Tyrone was feeling restless as hell. For some reason he felt pent up like he hadn’t cum in a month. But that was silly. Tina had been getting him off practically every night.
Hadn’t she?
It was hard for him to remember. Things would get so foggy and hazy every time he tried to remember what his girlfriend did to him the night before. His dick would pop up hard and stiff and before he knew it, he was absently stroking himself and letting his eyes droop lower and lower until he forgot what we was even thinking about.
He found Tina doing her make up in the bathroom. He came up from behind her, his large hands reaching around to grope her tits.
“Gotta surprise for you tonight, baby,” he murmured in her ear. “I made us reservations at Chez Pierre’s tonight. Why don’t you put on something nice?”
Tina writhed under his touch and pushed her ass back into his pelvis, grinding her cheeks against his package.
“Mmmm…that sounds wonderful baby. But I think you’re just too tired to go out tonight.”
“No. I’m raring to go! I haven’t taked my girl out in forever and I want to go…show off…my…mmm…my…seeexy…uhm….”
Tyrone trailed off as Tina brushed her ass up and down, up and down, swinging her hips like a stripper.
“Awww…see? My man is just too tired…And too horny to make it through dinner….I think he just needs to take a little nap.”
“No…I’m not….not sssssleepy…I’m…uhhhh…”
Words failed Tyrone as Tina twisted around and reached her hands down his pants to grab his eager cock. She gently steered him towards the bed.
“Yes you are…your getting very sleepy, baby…sleepy and horny…horny and sleepy…you just can’t keep those pretty eyes of yours open, can you?”
Tyrone wanted to protest. He had spent almost half of his paycheck setting up their date tonight. He wasn’t about to sleep through it. Even if Tina’s hand felt so distracting going up and down his shaft.
Up and down…
Sleepier and sleepier…
“No place to go tonight… No plans…just resting here and letting that big, hard prick make you sleepier and sleepier…harder and harder…drifting deep, deep asleep…dreaming nice horny dreams…down…down… and…”
SNAP!
Tyrone toppled over like a rag doll, his eyes slamming shut. Tina brought his hand to his cock, gently coaxing it to take over for her as if glided up and down…up and down his hard, needy prick.
“That should hold you big boy. You just have fun with yourself tonight, stroking yourself to sleep anytime to start to wake up. I’ll be back later.”
She leaned forward and gave him a tender kiss on the forehead.
“Much later.”
Tina gathered her things and wandered out to the curb as a high end sports car pulled up and opened the passenger side door. Tina hopped in, rubbing against the smooth leather seat like a cat.
“Did you take care of him?” A deep baritone voice asked from the driver’s seat. Tina felt her mind go soft and fuzzy.
“Yes…he made us reservations at Chez Pierre’s tonight…” she mumbled through a sleepy smile.
“Ooh, fancy” the voice said as two strong fingers curled into Tina’s pants and traced gentle circles around her clit. “And you made sure he won’t bother us?”
“Yesss…” Tina sighed. “He’s going to keep himself sleepy and horny while he plays with himself all night…”
“And that makes you feel good, doesn’t it Tina?” The fingers kept circling around and around. “Turning your boyfriend into a drooling cuck so you can go out, spend his money, and fuck his friend without him knowing. It makes you wet, doesn’t it?”
Around and around…
Wetter and wetter…
“Yes…yes! I’m so wet.”
“And you love it, don’t you. You love being my little slut, getting used to humiliate your boyfriend, whenever I say so”
The fingers went faster, spreading her slick juices all over her pussy lips, gently pinching her clitty.
“Yes! I love being used by you! I will seduce and manipulate him for you…when…ooh!...whenever you…say so!”
Tina cried out an orgasm shot through her body, drowning her mind in pleasure. She sighed and sank back into the soft seat as she floated away on a blissful cloud of sleep.
“Good girl,” the voice said, shifting the car into drive. “You just take a little nap now. I’ll wake you when we get there.”
"I… I'm sorry, I really don't see it." Brigid's cheeks flushed in furious embarrassment--she couldn't really believe she was even looking at another woman's pussy, let alone staring at the gap between her lightly parted labia in search of some supposed hypnotic focus that was going to make her weak and malleable and easy to control. She kind of wished she could steer the conversation away to literally anything else, but by the time Moira had actually gotten her skirt and panties off to demonstrated the effect it felt kind of difficult to just change the subject. Brigid was stuck looking at her friend's friend's cunt until she either gave up and pretended to be mesmerized or until Eileen came in to break up the intensely awkward standoff.
Certainly Moira didn't seem interested in giving the whole thing up. "Try looking a little closer," she said, lightly tracing her pussy lips with her fingers in a circular motion that Brigid guessed she intended to use to intensify the supposedly hypnotic effect. "It might be a little bit easier if you get on your knees. Just stare right at the center, right where my clit is poking out, and just keep your eyes focused on it while you concentrate on the warmth in your own body and the sound of my voice, and soon you'll begin to feel it happening." Brigid didn't even know what hypnosis was supposed to feel like--all she knew was that Moira was right, she had an incredibly large and swollen clitoris, and Brigid's cheeks prickled with heat as the blush spread all the way up to her forehead.
She did kneel, although more out of social obligation than anything else, and when Moira murmured, "That's it, closer and deeper and fully focused on my clit," Brigid did find herself crawling a tiny bit nearer to the other woman even though she still didn't feel captivated or mesmerized or anything else Moira was describing. She was just staring, that was all, staring very intently because she was trying to be a good sport and not get weirded out by this frankly quite lewd display, but the closer she looked and the harder she stared the less she saw anything hypnotic about Moira's cunt. Brigid hadn't blinked in close to a minute now and she still didn't notice anything, and that had to disprove it.
Thankfully Moira must have noticed how hot Brigid's face was getting, because she said, "You may be more comfortable if you get naked as well," and she turned out to be right because the moment Brigid's fingers moved to unbutton her blouse she instantly felt so much cooler. She clambered forward until her head was almost right up next to Moira's pussy, close enough to notice the slickness clinging to her labia and the soft, heady scent of arousal, and she was a little bit surprised to hear a kind of muzzy confusion in her voice when she mumbled out a vague, drowsy insistence that she still didn't see anything but it didn't alarm her. Brigid was too intently focused for that.
They tried a number of different angles and positions to help Brigid find the hypnotic focus that day, with Brigid feeling like they got closest when she lay flat on her back and Moira straddled her face to give her a nice, long look directly at Moira's cunt. It probably looked perverse and lascivious, and when Eileen walked in on them Brigid's whole body twitched with a start of guilty embarrassment. But thankfully Moira's mesmerizing pussy did work on at least one person, and soon Eileen was kneeling blank-eyed between Brigid's legs to help her overheated pussy release some of its tension so that she could devote her full, undivided attention to Moira.
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Stephanie ran towards the Royal Greenhouse of Clover Castle. Above her, mysterious pink magic shimmered in the air. The Clover Mages couldn’t identify the magic nor could they dispel it, and so the entire castle was now on full alert.
“Princess? Princess!” she called out as ran through the garden.
No one had seen the princess since the pink magic appeared but Stephanie knew that Princess Triffoli loved the gardens, especially the more exotic flowers that bloomed in the greenhouse, so that was the first place the Royal Druidess thought to look.
“Princess?” Stephanie shouted as she pulled open the doors.
The sweet, pleasant aroma of flowers welcomed Stephanie as soon as she entered the greenhouse. For a moment, she was overcome with a sense of calm. Of relaxation. She smiled as she breathed in the warm scent. What she saw, however, pulled her back from her daydream. Gone were the flowers she had helped the princess cultivate and nurture. In their place, strange new flora filled the beds of the greenhouse and had turned it into a garden of paradise. Bright pinks and blues and purples as far as Stephanie could see. It was one of the most beautiful sights Stephanie had ever laid her eyes on.
Then, she heard something. A soft giggle from deeper within the greenhouse. Stephanie sighed; she didn’t have time for one of Triffoli’s games.
“Princess? It’s Stephanie! Something’s happened! We must get you to safety now!”
Another giggle. Leading her deeper into the gardens. The sights, the smells… there was nothing Stephanie wanted to do more than stop and smell the flowers. She could feel a warmth building inside of her as the flowers focused on her. She wanted to bask in their beauty, to revel in their attention. It felt so good. A soft whine escaped her lips, and the druidess shook her head. She needed to focus; she needed to find the princess. She could figure out where these plants came from after she knew Triffoli was safe.
“Closer,” a voice called out to her. It was almost a whisper, but the druidess heard it clear as day, “Come closer.”
“Who’s there?” Stephanie answered it, readying her staff in case things turned violent. “Show yourself!”
Her words were met with a giggle, “I won’t hurt you, petal.”
Stephanie stepped forward, her eyes darting around the room. She was desperate to find the source of the voice before it found her. And, goddess willing, she’d find the princess. She just hoped she wasn’t too late. She sent a spell forward, reaching out to the nature around her. Asking for its help. But the magic fizzled after just a few seconds, her concentration failing her. She cursed under her breath, earning another giggle from whoever was in here with her.
As she moved through the greenhouse, it felt as though the flowers were becoming more beautiful. Various shades of pink glimmered in the sunlight. They were easily some of the prettiest flowers Stephanie had ever seen. She wondered if the flowers themselves were sparkling. A part of her wanted to sparkle too.
And that was when she noticed her.
Among the flowers sat what appeared to be a woman. Lily-pink hair flowed around her soft green skin. Stephanie recognized the woman to be an alraune. She had heard stories of them but had never seen one with her own eyes. The monster was… somehow even more beautiful than she expected. It turned her attention from the flowers and locked eyes with Stephanie.
“Hello petal,” the alraune purred. “I’ve been expecting you.”
“Where’s the princess?” Stephanie asked her, bringing her focus back to the task at hand.
The woman smiled, but didn’t say a word, as she stepped out from the patch of flowers she had been tending to. Stephanie’s eyes were drawn to her body. Like the garden, she was absolutely breathtaking. The druidess never imagined that an alraune could be so curvy. Her enormous breasts bounced slightly beneath her hair, giving Stephanie enough of a view to further distract her. She pulled a flower from her hair; the petals were covered in a soft pink glitter. Stephanie watched as petals twinkled in the woman’s hand, and she was completely caught off guard when the alraune blew that glitter into her face.
“Bimblossoms,” the pink-haired plant-girl explained, “aren’t they so pretty?”
Stephanie’s head spun as she breathed in the pink pollen. The smell was absolutely intoxicating. Notes of sweet vanilla were flooding her senses, making her feel so delicious. She tried to shake her head and clear the glitter from her mind but she couldn’t. The druidess’ thoughts were turning pink. Her worries and stresses began to melt away into a sea of sparkles. She cooed softly as the bimblossom continued to dumb her down, leaving her feeling floaty and completely at the alraune’s mercy.
“There, my sweet petal. Isn’t that so much better?” she asked Stephanie. Her words were so gentle, so sweet. Each word made the druidess grow a little weaker. “I know your princess agreed. Triffoli, was it? She is such a good girl. Just like you will be.”
“I-i… th-the princess…” Stephanie’s mind struggled to put together any thoughts. She felt too good. Too… pink? Too pink to do anything but listen. Too pink to be anything but be a good girl.
The alraune pulled Stephanie into a kiss, planting her soft pink lips onto the druid. The kiss rocked Stephanie, leaving the girl completely helpless as the creature’s magic flowed through her. Her breasts ballooned beneath her robes, expanding to a more curvaceous size. Her butt grew fuller and rounder, her hips wider and more feminine. The plant-woman’s tongue danced in Stephanie’s mouth, pushing more of the bimblossom nectar into her body. Her head was swimming in a sea of glitter and pink pollen. Her lips plumped into glossy pillows as they became coated with nectar. A pleasant heat was building inside of her; the need for more growing by the second. She moaned into the monster’s kiss. Completely lost in a haze of pink pollen.
The alraune giggled and pulled away from the kiss, leaving Stephanie with a dumb, blissful smile on her face. She traced the bimbo’s lips with her finger, admiring how pretty and pliant her new plaything was. The bimblossoms were already taking hold of this one. And soon, she would join her princess in service of the Garden.
“Such a pretty petal,” the alraune cooed, her green hand cupping the bimbofied druidess’ face. “Now, let’s not keep your princess waiting any longer, yes?”
She twirled around, taking her new bimbo’s hand and leading her to a secluded area of the greenhouse. Stephanie, helplessly obedient, followed the alraune. Her body jiggled as she walked, each step making her boobs and butt bounce lewdly as she mindlessly admired the pretty flowers and yummy smells of the garden.
“Oh, Princess?” the plant-girl called out, her voice drawing the bimbo’s attention back to her. “I’ve brought you a friend.”
Stephanie gasped when she saw her. The princess, a once demure and innocent beauty, had become a bimbo not unlike the former druidess. Her pink lips were wrapped around the vine of a nearby flower; her cheeks puffed slightly from the nectar gushing into her mouth. Another vine had slid into the princess’ pussy, and another between her massive breasts. Princess Triffoli moaned around the vine as the plants continued to use her.
“Mmm, isn’t she lovely?” the alraune asked Stephanie as she watched the princess suck and fuck the flowers like a horny slut. “She’s a little further along than you are, petal… but don’t worry, we’ll get you caught up in no time.”
The princess had always been pretty, but now… she was perfect. Her blonde hair had turned pink, and her skin had taken on a green complexion. Her lips looked so plump and soft. Her tits were so big; her body so deliciously curvy. It made Stephanie feel so warm between her legs. She purred softly; so turned on by the sight in front of her.
The alraune noticed this and pulled the bimbo close to her. Their bodies pressed against each other tight. Stephanie could practically taste her captor’s lips on hers. The plant-girl slid the druid’s robes off her, exposing her perfected body to her Garden. The bimbo swooned as the alraune kissed her again, leaving a trail of pink kisses from her lips to her ear.
She leaned in close and whispered, “Well, petal? Do you want to join her?”
Stephanie cooed dreamily and nodded, “Mhmmm.”
“That’s my girl,” the monster praised her, kissing her deeply and filling her with more delicious nectar. “Go on then, petal. Join your princess among the flowers. Join my Garden. Tend to my flowers and I promise to take good care of you.”
Stephanie smiled blankly before stepping into the flowerbed. She laid next to Princess Triffoli, who was writhing in ecstasy as the vine in her pussy filled her with its seed. She cried out in orgasmic euphoria as she climaxed again and again. The flowers bloomed, covering the bimbos in glitter as they did. Vines quickly began to explore Stephanie’s body, wrapping around her tits and spreading her legs wide. More vines slid between her legs, and the last bits of the druidess’ mind completely melted away as the Garden took all of her holes.
Photo credit: @stephanies-huge-plastic-tits
"The Bimbo Curse of Clover Castle" belongs to @cottonundiestf
Might be looking to need some extra income in the next few weeks/months. Would there be any interest in people commissioning longer stories for a price?
She strutted down the hall, her round hips swinging in her tight blue jeans, her raven-black hair splashing over her back. He always saw her walk out of her advanced Calculus class at exactly 10:38 every morning, organizing his schedule so that he visited his locker adjacent to the classroom at that precise time. He always pretended not to gaze at her sparkling blue eyes or her full, perky tits, darting his head away at the last second, but he was pretty sure she still caught him.
Once or twice, he thought she had even smiled.
One day, at exactly 10:38 a.m. when she emerged from the busy classroom, a red notebook slid out of her backpack, hitting the ground with a slap. He slammed his locker close and snatched it off the ground for her without even thinking.
“Hey, you dropped this!” he called.
She turned her head, her blue eyes opening wide. “Oh, thank you! You’re so sweet!” Her smiling lips were apple red.
“Yeah, don’t worry about it! I drop a lot of stuff, too!” he said, trying not to cringe at how awkward he sounded.
She crinkled her nose at him, smiling wider, before reaching into her bag and pulling out a box of sugar cubes.
“Want one?” she asked holding out the box.
“Uhh…what?” he stared blankly at the packet of packed, granulated sugar.
“Want some sugar? It’s nice! I eat them all the time.”
She stuck out her tongue, dropping a white cube into her mouth and sucking on it with her cheeks.
“See?”
He shrugged. “Uhm, okay! Sure!”
She grabbed his hand, placing another cube in his upturned hand. Her fingers were soft and cool to his touch.
“Here you go, just to say thank you! It’s nice when guys do stuff for a girl, isn’t it?”
He popped the sugar cube in his mouth. The hard grains yielded in his mouth, melting into a puddle of sweetness flooding his taste buds. He felt a rush of electricity jolt through his spine.
Mmm! That was nice!
“Come find me whenever you want some more. Okay, sugar?” she said before turning and rushing away. He stood there smacking his lips and then the bell rang.
The next day, at 10:38, she came out of her classroom as usual. As usual, he had found an excuse to visit his locker.
“Hi!” She waved at him.
“Hey!” He said, his cheeks turning warm. “Where you headed?”
“The library. I have a study session for History.” She held a large bag filled with at least twenty pounds of textbooks and study guides. Sneaking out of the top of the backpack was her yellow box of sugar cubes. She swayed absently on her heels, her chest pressed around the backpack.
For some reason, his mouth was watering.
“Uh, hey! Can I carry that for you?” he asked, pointing to her bag.
“Oh! That’s so nice of you!” she said, her voice ringing like church bells. She dumped the bag in his arms. “Just be a good boy and don’t steal any sugar!”
They chuckled as they walked down the hall. He smiled over the pain in his biceps as he lugged around a bag that could have been filled with rocks. She grinned back at him, her eyes scanning up and down his body.
“It’s really nice when boys like you do stuff like this.”
“Oh, yeah! Well, it’s nice to do stuff for you!” he said, not sure what to say.
“You’re so right!” she trilled.
When they finally got to the library, she took her bag back and waved to him. He waved back, not really wanting to leave.
“Hey!” she said, glancing over her shoulder. She leaned close and whispered. “Want some more sugar?”
He nodded. “Yes. Yes, please!”
She giggled softly and reached into her bag.
“Open wide.”
He let his mouth open as her fingers gently placed a white cube on his tongue. He kept looking into her blue, blue eyes as she closed his mouth for him. He felt the sugar dissolve, a starburst of sweetness exploding in his mouth, shooting through his body and his brain. She smiled as she watched him.
“Isn’t that nice? It’s like you’re my little work pony!”
He blinked, too distracted by the sweet fog in his mind to object.
A nice little work pony.
“There you go. Just find me if you want more.”
She left him licking his lips, sugary sweet sparkles glistening in his eyes until the library doors slammed shut and he blinked, shaking his head as he jogged away.
The weekend crawled passed and he began to wish that Monday would get here sooner. He was having trouble sleeping, trouble concentrating on anything. He kept thinking about the sweet taste of sugar on his tongue. He considered buying a box himself, but the idea felt like it was missing something, some element he couldn’t just buy at a store.
By the time 10:38 on Monday came, he was practically jumping with anxiety, needing to see her. She rushed out of the classroom and nearly ran straight past him. He called out to her.
“Hey! Going to the library?”
She turned, her face slightly flushed, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw him. “Oh, great! I’m so glad to see you! Could you carry these for me?”
She pushed her heavy backpack into his chest, her breasts brushing his arms.
“Sure!”
She smiled and then began marching straight to the library, her shapely rear pumping in her blue jeans.
“Whoa! In a hurry?” he huffed, dodging passersby to keep up with her.
“Yeah! I have a Biology report due by the end of the day but I haven’t done any of my cross-referencing or bibliography.”
They got to the library entrance. He stopped, ready to give her back the bag and get his sugar, but she breezed right in.
“C’mon! I have a spot in the back of the study section.”
He trailed behind her, following the gentle swish-swish of her hair with every step. She guided him to one of the back desks and let him put down her overstuffed bag on the floor.
“Thanks!” she said, whipping out her laptop and flipping it open. He stood around awkwardly while she opened her assignment and started to scroll down. She glanced up, noticing that he was still there.
“Did you want to help or something?” she asked.
“Huh? Oh! No, I mean, I wasn’t thinking about that. I just wanted…I just thought…” His mouth burned. He could see the corner of the yellow sugar cube box poking out of her bag. She glanced at it and then grinned.
“Oh! You wanted a nice treat for being my good little pony?” she said, raiding her eyebrow.
“Yes! I mean I’m not your pony, but…uhm…”
She held a white cube in her palm holding it outstretched at waist height. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of it. She smiled invitingly and urged him with her eyes.
“Go on! Have some sugar!”
His gaze was riveted to the small cube as he felt his legs buckle and his body drop to his knees. He craved that sweet hit from her. She waved her hand back and forth in front of his face, dragging his head around before she finally brought it to his mouth, and let him eat it from the palm of her hand.
The sweetness seeped into his stomach, coursing through his veins.
“Want another?” she said, holding up another cube. His eyes glowed wide with desire and he nodded his head.
“Aww…just like a sweet little pony!” she cooed softly. He didn’t care. He needed her to give him another hit of sugar. Refusing was not an option for him.
She fed him another cube as he nuzzled her hand that swept up and over his hair, like he was an obedient pet. Thankfully the library was nearly empty and nobody was around to see him debasing himself.
“Hey! I got an idea!” she said, lifting his chin so he could stare into her pretty, blue eyes. “Why don’t you help me do these citations. You’re smart, aren’t you? I bet you could get this done real fast. Could you do that, hmm?”
He tried to gather his wits. He was supposed to meet his friends for basketball, but she was being so nice and her smile was so pretty. He didn’t know what to do.
“Pretty please?” she whispered. She pulled out another sugar cube. “Pretty please with sugar on top?”
Five minutes later, he was tapping away at her computer, organizing research papers and citations he had never read as she idly twiddled a sugar cube next to his face. Every few citations, she would pop another cube in his mouth. His brain was fizzling with the sweet taste and her silky voice.
“That’s good. You’re so nice to do this for me! It’s really sweet.”
She popped another cube in his mouth.
Sweet.
Nice.
He was nearly done when she leaned in with another cube. He turned, eager to eat anything she offered. Two soft lips met his. Two cherry lips with a white cube nestled between them. He let her kiss him, her tongue pushing the cube into his mouth.
He gasped as he felt her hand resting an inch away from his package.
“You’re such a sweet guy to do this. You deserve something extra nice. How about a sweet kiss for my nice pony.”
She leaned in again with another cube of sugar in between her plush lips. She pressed them over his mouth. Another burst of sweetness shot through him. Her hand gently squeezed his stiffening prick over his pants.
Sweet kisses.
Nice ponies get sweet kisses.
“And done!” she said, bouncing to her feet. “That looks great! Just do me one last favor?”
He turned up to look at her, his boner now painfully hard in his pants. She was standing over him, her top hanging down giving him a peek at the creamy tops of her breasts.
“Print it out for me and just drop it off in Mr. Gallager’s room. Pleeeeaaaassseee…”
She leaned in close and gave him a kiss, this time without the sugar. He tasted the sweetness all the same, her fingers rubbing and teasing his dick. His mind drifted in pleasure.
“Yuh…okay…” he mumbled.
Her lips planted a big wet kiss on his mouth. His face curled into the biggest grin.
“Great! Thanks, little pony! I’ll catch up with you later!”
She sashayed out of the library, leaving him to finish the assignment and carry her books back to her locker.
The rest of the semester passed quickly. She would meet him in the halls, ask him to carry her books, give him some of her homework and then send him off with a little kiss and a sugar cube he would eat out of her hand. He was her nice, happy pony, willing to do the hard work for her for another little taste of sugar.
For another sweet kiss from her.
Occasionally, her would notice a few other boys following her around, their eyes glazed and dopey. He never got jealous. If he did look more than once at the gear-headed shop student that helped her tune her car for a smile, or the big dumb jock that would let her wear his football jacket, she would just smile and blow him a little kiss.
He’d feel a burst of sweet pleasure tickle his brain and his cock get hard. He’d shrug it off, drifting away in a daze. She was just so sweet. Of course, the other guys wanted to help her. Pretty soon, she’d have all the boys in the school following her around, eating out of the palm of her hand, and leading them around like her team of eager show ponies.
"I don't even have to give you commands anymore, you know." Chrissie took her lips away from the sensitive spot on Jerry's dick, just below the swollen glans, and murmured to him in a soft purring voice that kept him fully locked onto the sight of her mesmerizing blue eyes. "Every time I speak to you now, you're associating it with that desperate, throbbing need pulsing away in your stiff prick, because every time I talk to you it just intensifies that blue-balled desire to get my mouth back on your cock." She leaned in and gave him a long, lascivious kiss again, sending a dribble of precum gushing down his shaft, and smiled. "You see what I mean?"
She gave his dick another kiss, working her tongue back and forth against the little fold of skin just below his cockhead, but before the sensation could build beyond simmering pleasure she withdrew and continued her conversation. "Every time I speak to you from now on, Jerry, it's going to make you hard and horny. You're going to hear my voice and wish I could be slurping on your prick, and even when you know what I'm doing to you I don't think you'll be able to stop yourself from wanting to please me. Because I'm totally in control of your penis now, isn't that right?" Chrissie smirked, leaning in close enough for Jerry to feel her warm breath against his shaft, and waited for him to agree.
And he did. He didn't intend to, any more than he intended to wind up pinned to his seat in desperate ecstasy with his pants around his ankles and his gaze helplessly magnetized to the sight of Chrissie's teasing lips, but it was just so hard to think now and his brain felt hopelessly muddled and he couldn't help convincing himself that if he only agreed with the seductive brunette then maybe she'd let him cum. Jerry understood, intellectually, that all this was a trap and he was being lured into hypnotic surrender, but his intellect was being outvoted by his dick right now and it was listening to Chrissie. And she was saying, "Good boy. You're such a good boy for me."
She slurped and licked at him again, never taking him into her mouth but always lavishing such single-minded devotion onto the head of his prick that Jerry almost wanted to scream with the intensity of it, but Chrissie kept pulling back whenever he got close to climax and every time she did it was to growl out the kinkiest dirty talk he'd ever heard. "You are hypnotized, Jerry, don't get me wrong. But that's not why you're going to connect my voice with pleasure. You're going to tie those two together because you feel it, because every time you hear me speak you'll be thinking about the way your cock twitches and spasms and tries so hard to spurt all that hot, sticky jizz building up in your churning balls. But you'll also remember how helpless you were to get over the edge and cum. Don't you just want to obey me so you can cum, Jerry?"
He nodded again, the motion by now second nature, and the wicked little gleam in Chrissie's eyes made him hope that he'd finally be allowed to shoot his load. But it would be another full hour of teasing before she finally let him have his release… and by then, he was hopelessly devoted to pleasing his new Mistress.
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"Step right up! Step right up! Who wants a confidence boost?" The strawberry blond woman with the first three buttons of her blouse loose jeered at the crowd. She pointed to a young lady at the front of the crowd snacking on a cone of cotton candy, standing side by side with tall, lanky boy.
"How about you there, darling?" The blonde host said, raising her eyebrows at the couple. "Care to step in to our bonafide confidence booth? Free of charge! Guaranteed to work or your money back!"
"If it's free, how can you offer our money back?" The guy objected.
"Very cheaply, sir!" The blonde bubbled. "So whaddya say, Missy? Your boyfriend there won't mind, will he?"
"Its Mandy, not Missy," Mandy responded. "And Tim's not my boyfriend. We're just co-workers."
"Oh? Maybe he could use a spin in our little miracle booth too! I promise you'll both enjoy it!"
Mandy and Tim exchanged quizzical looks, but Tim eventually shrugged. "Why not? It could be good for a laugh later."
"Fine. I suppose there's nothing better to do at this fair."
The crowd applauded as the blonde host escorted them on stage and into the two confidence boosting booths, which looked, from the outside, a bit like a space age Port-a-John. They hoped whatever was inside was less cheesy than the outside.
"This should only take about ten minutes. Just go in, get comfy and hit the 'go' button. Easy as cake!" The blonde cheered them on.
Mandy rolled her eyes and slipped away from Tim, entering the booth on stage left.
Inside, Mandy found a comfortable reclining chair in the center of the booth and a large flat screen on the adjacent wall. She sat down, marveling at the high quality leather of the seat and found the big red button that said "go" on it.
"Here's goes nothing," She mumbled as she hit the button.
Almost immediately, a low resonant buzz filled the booth, buzzing through the chair and into Mandy's body. She tensed, feeling the vibrations invade her, but then let her muscles relax. The chair was humming and buzzing in waves.
Mandy had to admit the sensation was soothing...
The flat screen blinked to life and displayed a strange bright yellow dot in the center of the screen. The lights in the booth began to dim and brighten in time with the shifting vibrations. Mandy was pretty sure she could hear some kind of white noise, but the more she tried to focus on it, the harder it was to hear.
In front of her the dot began to move, tracing small little circles around and around the screen.
Mandy wasn't sure what was supposed to be happening. How was this supposed to help her confidence. She was just sitting in this weird booth, watching a dot go around and around...and around...and around...
The chair hummed and pulsed up and down...up and down...just like the lights kept going up and down...around and around...
Mandy forgot what she was thinking about. Her thoughts were like the sound coming from the speakers. So hard to concentrate on...so easy to let it slip away...watching the dot go around and around...
The dot spiraled into the center as the buzzing got stronger and stronger until it suddenly stopped.
Blink
Mandy's eye drooped and then opened. Had the machine just told her something? She didn't think about it. She just watched the green dot moving around and around...around and around...going to the center.
Sink
She felt her eyes droop again...then the blue dot was spinning again...around and around...reaching the center.
Sleep
Mandy's mind dropped down a deep, deep well, her thoughts tumbling into a warm dark hole as her eyes just watched the fun screen, the chair buzzing so deliciously around her body. Words began to flash on the screen. She didn't need to think about them. She just wanted to watch them.
Heavy, Relaxed
Happy, Open
Easy, Sexy
Mandy began to smile as the chair redirected its buzzing to someplace more private. It didn't bother her though. She was too happy and heavy to worry about it. Too relaxed and open. She just wanted to take it easy and feel sexy.
You feel good
You feel sexy
You feel confident
Yes. Mandy did feel confident. It was so easy and sexy to be confident.
You accept
You follow
These words are true
Confident people are sexy
Confident people are happy
That was all true. Of course confidence people are sexy. She couldn't wait to be more confident.
Confident people don't overthink
Confident people do what they want
You want to be confident
You want to be sexy
The lights in the booth began to flash and strobe. Mandy didn't pay any attention to it. She didn't need to overthink. She just wanted to be sexy and confident and not think about anything.
Confident ladies don't need their brains
Confident ladies have boobs
Confident ladies have tits
Your tits are getting heavy
Your boobs are getting bigger
Your tits are tingly and filling up with your brains
Rub you tits
Mandy's hands moved like they were on strings and began groping and fondling her tits. She giggled. This was fun! She loved being confident! She loved feeling sexy and thinking with her heavy, full boobs.
Thinking with your tits
Confident girls think with their tits
You want to show everyone your wonderful tits
Confident girls show strangers their tits
Pictures began to flash over the screen. Pictures of smiling women wtih fantastic tits, bouncing them up and down, shaking them side to side. Mandy wanted to feel like that. So confident and proud of her wonderful sexy body. She wanted people to see her amazing tits!
Before she knew it, her shirt was completely off and her hands were squeezing her nipples as she continued to absorb every ounce of new wisdom the machine offered.
Tim sat in the booth on stage right, gazing stupefied into a screen the swirled and spiraled while his chair buzzed all the thoughts out of his head.
Your balls are getting heavy
Your brain is getting slow
You slow useless brain is filling up your balls
Confident men have big balls
Feel your big balls
Tim's hand shot down his pants as he mindlessly fondled and scratched his balls. They felt like they were swelling up with every turn of the spiral. Making him so horny, so manly and confident.
Confident men don't need their brains
Confident men just need their balls
Big balls make you confident
Big balls make you feel sexy
Yes. He did feel sexy feeling his big fat balls roiling with cum. He didn't need to worry about what the machine was doing to him. He had two giant balls swinging between his legs, sucking up every thought that came into his empty head.
Feeling your big balls makes you hard
Getting hard makes you feel sexy
Feeling sexy means your confident
Confident men feel their big balls
Tim's eyes were glazed and empty as he grunted, feeling his cock get stiff as he continued to play with his balls. His world was draining to one single thought.
Fuck
Breed
Rut
Cum
Fuck
Confident men just want to fuck
Tim nodded his head stupidly as he continued to let the spiral fill up his head and balls with all the confidence he could stand.
"And that's been just about ten minutes folks!" The blonde hostess announced back onstage. "Let's see how our brave volunteers are doing!"
On cue, a bell dinged and the light on each booth flipped from red to green. The doors opened and out sauntered Mandy and Tim, each sporting giant smiles as they strutted across the stage.
"Now then, Mandy," the hostess said, approaching the brunette. "How do you feel right now?"
"I feel...great!" Mandy said, looking out at the crowd of dozens.
"And how confident would you say you are now?" The blonde pressed.
"Well, I'm definitely confident enough to do this!"
Without a ounce of hesitation, Mandy whipped off her shirt and bra, letting her large tits spring free. She smiled like a drunken sorority girl and shook her chest for the hollering crowd.
"Oh yes! I can see you're rather confident!" The blonde praised her. "Have you ever shown off your tits before?"
"No! But confident girls love to show their tits! Just look at them everyone! Aren't they just fantastic!?" She grabbed them and jiggled them up and down. The guys at the front of the audience gawked shamelessly.
"And how about you, Tim?" The hostess came over to Tim, who was also admiring Mandy's display of confidence. "How do you feel?"
Tim only smirked and, without saying a word, whipped out his package, his hard dick flopping over his heavy balls. The girls in the audience shrieked with excitement.
"Well! That certainly answers that. And hey! I wonder what two happy, sexy, confident people would like to do to show off. What could they possibly do to show they don't care at all if almsot a hundred strangers are watching them on stage right now?"
But the hostess' questions was rhetorical. Without waiting another second, Tim marched across the stage and grabbed Mandy in his arms, groping her breasts and running his hand over her flaring hips and ass. Mandy leaned back into his strong arms and twirled around to give him a passionate kiss. Like magic, the couple's clothes flew off and Tim threw Mandy around, her butt against his hard cock. He pushed her torso down to expose her pussy lips and immediately slid into her warm wetness.
The crowd roared as the two former co-workers fucked like porn stars completely naked. Mandy gazed lasciviously out to the crowd, bucking her hips back to meet each of Tim's strong thrusts. Tim huffed and grunted as he plowed in and out of Mandy, his big fat balls smacking into her pussy lips with every thrust, making her squeal.
"There you have it, ladies and gentlemen! Instant confidence to get you anything you want! Like fucking your attractive co-worker in front of a stage full of strangers! A dream come true!"
Last installment of Aunt Trippy's New Boyfriend. Read the full story if you don't like spoilers. https://readonlymind.com/@AmusCobblestone/AuntTrippysNewBoyfriend
CW: Incest, CNC, drug play
Ben awoke with his arms and legs tied down to a heavy wooden chair. He blinked and shook his head, blearily looking around the dimly lit room furnished with a dresser, mirror and bed. He realized he was in Trippy’s bedroom and he could smell the heady scent of fresh marijuana smoke billowing around him. He shifted, feeling the rough wood against his bare skin.
That’s when he discovered he was completely nude.
“Well! Rise and shine, sleepyhead!”
Footsteps from behind him made Ben strain his neck. Trippy sauntered in front of him wearing a flimsy thong over her meaty hips and a thin, loose t-shirt that draped like a curtain over the ample swell of her bust.
“We have so much to talk about, Benny boy.”
She held a smoldering blunt rolled with thick brown paper between her fingers. She brought it to her plush lips, taking a deep drag, and then blew a plume of smoke in Ben’s face. Ben coughed and shook his head.
“Hey! Trip! Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’m not falling for any more head games. I’ll make you one final deal. Let me go, keep your distance from now on, and I promise not to go to the cops about you. Sound good?”
Trippy rocked on her heels, glancing up at the ceiling as she considered the proposal.
“Hmmm…I just don’t know…What do you think, Natty?”
“Huuuhh…?” Natty murmured from Trippy’s bed. The younger girl was lying down in her bra and panties just out of sight from Ben. She flopped over and looked at him through half-lidded, cloudy eyes.
“No…No…I don’t think…uh…I think we don’t…just don’t trust him, Aunt Trippy…mm-hmmm Auntie…Trippy….Trippy Auntie…hee hee hee!” She giggled, wobbling as she found her balance on the bed.
“What’s up with her?” Ben asked. “Did you get her stoned?”
“Well, I’ve been hotboxing this room since we pulled you in here. The poor thing is such a lightweight. In fact, I don’t think she’s even been high before, have you, you little prude?”
Natalia didn’t answer. She was too busy admiring the fabric of Trippy’s bedding with her mouth hanging open.
“I said, have you, Natty?” Trippy repeated.
“Uh? Oh! Once…with my boyfriend…we ate too much pizza then fell asleep.”
“Hah! Rookie!” Trippy said, stepping closer to her niece. “You’re so happy I hooked you up with some of my weed, aren’t you? Your Aunt Trippy has the best stash to get you high.”
Trippy took another hit and kissed her niece, blowing smoke into the young woman’s mouth and down her throat. Nat smiled even wider and fell back on the bed cushions smiling at the ceiling.
Ben looked on from his chair, bemused.
“You’re a horrible influence,” he said.
“Oh! Listen to Mr. Morality over there!” Trippy chided him. “At least I didn’t brainwash her into being my personal fuckdoll and maid.”
“Yes, you did!” Ben protested. “I saw the tapes! I might’ve got a bit carried away, but you’re just batshit insane! I thought maybe you’d like a taste of your own medicine!”
Trippy silenced him with another puff in the face. Ben could feel his eyes tearing up.
“Oh, don’t think I didn’t enjoy, big boy!” Trippy said with a twinkle in her eye. “I wouldn’t mind more attention from a big assertive man like you to make me all weak in the knees. But you need to learn your place first, and we need to teach you who’s really in charge. That’s why I need to get you all fucked up so you’re nice and receptive to your lessons.”
“What? By getting me high?” Ben scoffed. “Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but this isn’t my first toke on the bong. You can light me up with that stuff all you want, I’m not going to lose my head, unless you start tempting me with a bag of Oreos.”
“Oh, dear! You thought this was for you?” Trippy waved the blunt in front of his face. “So presumptuous! No, baby! This is Aunt Trippy’s little treat for herself, and to keep Natty here all giggly and agreeable, right Natty?”
Trippy’s niece just giggled stupidly, her eyes tracing the funny patterns on the ceiling.
“See? No, handsome, I have something much stronger in mind for you…”
Trippy went to the dresser and opened several plastic bottles and jars, humming to herself while she prepared her intoxicating witchcraft. Ben began to sweat, wondering exactly what he had gotten himself into. His mind raced with several desperate options for his escape.
“Y’know, Trip, it must have been a lot of work setting all of this up, getting your niece to go along. You must be soooo stressed from having to worry about all the drugs, the cops. Wouldn’t you rather take some time and relax first?”
Trip turned her head, a quizzical smile on her face.
“Have something in mind?”
In response, Ben opened up his legs a little bit wider, as far as he could with his calves tied to the legs of the chair. His girthy cock lay out in front of him, slowly inflating as Ben utilized every ounce of his concentration to get himself hard.
“I know how much you want my cock, Trippy…just admit it…you just can’t wait to get your hands around this nice, hard dick…just happy to obey Ben’s big boner…thinking about those words…Ben’s big boner…”
Trippy turned around, her eyes riveted to Ben’s pulsing dick as it grew large and harder with every second. She mouthed the words with her lips.
“…Ben’s big boner…”
“That’s right, Trippy. Ben’s big boner makes you feel so hot and sexy…so happy and silly…horny and obedient…don’t you just want to listen to Ben’s big boner and untie these ropes?”
Trippy floated over to Ben, letting her hand reach out to the hard shaft. She let her fingers curl around his erection.
“Good…you’re feeling very submissive and aaAAAAAHH! AH! AHH!!” Ben yelped as Trippy squeezed like she was trying to break a small animal’s neck.
“Nice try, stud,” Trippy said with a cruel grin. “But you’re not getting another chance to drop me until we get that naughty stick of yours under control first. Now are you going to behave for me, or do I have to break out the jalapeno brine?”
Ben nodded frantically, his face turning red from the pain.
“Good. Glad that’s settled.” She released Ben’s prick from her judo grip and went back to her niece who was stretching like a cat on the bed.
“Come here, Natty,” Trippy called. “Time to do that thing we talked about!”
“Uhh…what?”
“Just come here and let me put this on your titties!” Trippy held up a small jar of Vaseline.
“Oh! Okay!” Natty exclaimed as she whipped off her bra, her perky tits bouncing as she jumped up from the bed.
“My! I can see my silly smoke is having quite the effect on you, isn’t it Nat?” Trippy exclaimed examining her niece’s body.
“Yeeaaahhh…I’m like…so freakin’ high right now,” Natty said, sounding like she had lost her brains down her shirt.
“I can tell that! You’re so bubbly and tingly right now, but of course, a little bit of hypnosis never hurt.” Trippy held up her finger in front of Nat’s eyes. She focused on it with sleepy eyes.
“Hypno…hippo…hipsno…heeheehee! I’m sooooo hypno-high…” she babbled as she swayed with Trippy’s swinging finger.
“Yes…so hypno-high and happy to do anything your aunt tells you…anything at all…right?”
“Yeaaahhh…” Nat repeated, her voice suddenly softer. “Anything you tell me…”
“Good! Let’s spread this on your nipples!”
Trippy took her finger back and began to smear small dollops of Vaseline onto Natalia’s breasts. The younger girl mewled and sighed with pleasure.
“Bet that feels good, huh?”
“Yes, Aunt Trippy…feels so nice and…tingly…”Nat mumbled.
Once Trippy was done with each breast, she donned a pair of latex gloves and picked up a small vial of dark brown glass. She unscrewed the top, affixed with a small brush soaked with a thin, clear liquid. She began to carefully brush the smallest amount of liquid over Natalia’s pink nipples.
“What is that?” Ben asked, his face a mixture of curiosity of horror.
“Just a fun little party drug I got one of my chemist friends to whip up for me. It’s not too different from acid, but a little more intense. The Vaseline is to make sure it doesn’t affect Natty.”
“You expect me to just lick that shit off your niece, just because she’s topless?” Ben asked, flatly.
“Of course I do!” Trippy said with all confidence. “They’re young, bouncy breasts and you’re a guy! It’s like expecting a dog not to jump on the table and eat leftover bacon.”
Ben just stared back at her defiantly. Trip ran her fingers over Natalia’s neck and whispered into her ear.
“Ok, my hypno-high minion,” she giggled. “You’re getting very, very horny now. You want to impress that nice man with the big cock. Go and sit on his lap, wiggle your boobs in his face, make him want to suck your titties!”
“Hmmm…” Natalia sighed with a self-assured smile. “Yes…want him to suck my titties..”
Nat shot a predatory stare at Ben and sauntered over to him, straddling his legs and resting her arms on his shoulders, her chest shimmying in front of his face. Ben kept his mouth clamped shut but couldn’t deny how tempted he was to just give those yummy, stiff nipples a tiny lick.
“Aren’t they so nice to watch?” Trippy’s voice curled in Ben’s ear. “Aren’t they so nice and bouncy, so soft and perky? They’re right there in front of your face. You can just give them a little suck for me, couldn’t you? Just a quick little kiss?”
Ben exhaled forcefully, trying to maintain his willpower. Trippy took another drag from her blunt and blew the smoke straight into Ben’s face. He gasped, taking in a massive amount of smoke and felt his head spinning.
“So pretty…Such pretty titties…you want to suck them Ben…All guys love to suck pretty, perky titties…Don’t you want to make my niece squeal, get her so excited as you slobber all over those tasty, hot nipples of her?”
To his credit, Ben was putting up a respectable fight keeping his mouth from engulfing the drugged breasts dangling in his face. However, another part of his body reacted much quicker to the teasing show and the ambient high of Trippy’s smoke. Ben felt his cock rear up, hard and aching, his head poking at Nat’s crotch as she squirmed on his lap.
Sensing her opportunity, Trippy reached down and gave Ben’s hard cock a soft squeeze just near the base.
Ben gasped from the pleasure, his mouth gaping open. Trippy nudged him forward just an inch, but enough to let Nat’s left tit pop into his mouth. Before he could stop himself, he began sucking and running his tongue back and forth over her erect nipple.
“See? Isn’t that much better?” Trippy gloated, pressing Ben’s head forward, not giving him an inch to maneuver. After a few seconds she pulled him back. He reeled, confused and disoriented.
“Don’t leave the other one out!” Trippy laughed before shoving his head into Nat’s other breast. Natalia sighed and moaned, feeling Ben’s tongue dancing over her nipple.
“Oh, that’s just heavenly, isn’t it Ben” Trippy teased. After another minute, she finally let go of his head and helped Natalia off his lap.
‘That was very good, Natty dear,” she said, patting her niece on the head like an obedient puppy. “How are you feeling?”
“Mmm…good…horny…hypno-high…” The girl responded in a daze.
“Well, that’s perfectly normal,” said Trippy. “But now I’m gonna need you to go take a shower and wash all those silly chemicals off your body. And don’t put your fingers in your eyes or mouth…or pussy!” she added, hastily.
“Okay, Aunt Trippy…” Nat sighed as she shuffled off to the bathroom. Trippy turned her attention back to Ben who was smacking his lips, trying to keep as much of the psychoactive drug out of his body as possible.
