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How is this enough to trigger me…

sheilab1990

It just is

silvereyeslave-deactivated20251

So so hot.. knowing how completely fucked he is... his mind lost in her control.. in her tits.. blankly sitting and staring as she's just smiling.. ugh

kissesandarsenic

Hypnotising a sub so whenever I flash my tits at them they drop into trance, becoming a giggly dumb mess, ready to do whatever it takes to please Mommy ❤️

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Damon's Honeymoon Doesn't Go as Planned

"Let's be honest, sweetie," Samara murmured, her lush and glossy tits bouncing up and down around Damon's flushed and urgent erection. "It's not as if we don't already know who's in charge in this relationship, is it? Whatever silly nonsense your friends have been filling your head up with about 'traditional marriage' or somesuch, I think we're both well aware that you're not really the sort of man to take charge of a woman like me. I mean, look at you. I don't think you've blinked in at least a minute now." Damon opened his mouth to argue, his pride stung by his new bride's insinuations, but then she began to jiggle her boobs a little bit faster and he lost his train of thought in a surge of potent arousal.

Samara chuckled, his momentary distraction evidently obvious to her. "This is what I'm talking about darling. We've been on this honeymoon three nights now, and every night you start in on all that silliness about offering you my womanly service or whatever it is your dreary friends have been calling it, and yet every time I oil up my big titties you always wind up staring at them like a deer in the headlights until I push you back onto the bed and wrap my cleavage around you until you spurt yourself to sleep again. You just don't have the willpower to be a patriarch… and between you and me, I'm not exactly the submissive type."

Damon tried to push her off of him, to have the real conversation about their respective roles in this relationship that he'd thought were perfectly clear from the very beginning, but his body felt leaden and his cock wouldn't stop throbbing and her stiff pink nipples kept jiggling up and down in front of his fascinated gaze until he persuaded himself he could always talk about it later. "I think it's clear by now that you're more of a good boy for big titties, dear. I think you'll be so much happier if you admit it, if you just… get it off your chest, as it were." Samara laughed again, a musical sound, and if he felt a little bit emasculated by her amusement the way she stroked his dick with her boobs kept it from affecting his erection.

The silence stretched out for a long, awkward moment as the slickness of her cleavage rubbed on his twitching cock, again and again until he lost track of everything but that bouncing, jiggling movement in front of him. "You're a good boy for big titties," Samara repeated, the expectation in her voice patently clear, and when the hush between them resumed Damon instinctively understood that this was a contest of wills. She was trying to put words into his mouth, and if he let her it would be the beginning of a slippery slope that ended with him being exactly the kind of pussywhipped dude his friends made fun of. He needed to… he just, he just needed to… he needed to take a moment, clear his head from the fog of lust and think, and, and, and….

"I'm a good boy. For big titties." The halting, hesitant speech didn't seem to come from him directly; it was almost as though something was speaking through him, some mesmerized drone of a man who cared about nothing but emptying his balls all over his wife's magnificent breasts. And yet Damon couldn't contradict it. Not with the arousal pulsing so hard up to the very tip of his cock, leaving him lost in slack-jawed fascination right until the very moment he gushed rope after rope of sticky jizz and his mind deserted him entirely for a while.

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The Titnosis Video: A Handy Transcript

"If you pressed 'Play' on this video, then I know you're already watching my tits. You came here to be hypnotized, to stare at my heavy breasts swaying back and forth, back and forth as I crouch here in front of the camera and use my voice to keep your attention deeply focused on my body, and because you came here to be hypnotized we both know that you won't be able to resist the sensual power of my big, dangling udders for very long. If you pressed 'Play', then we both know you're already forgetting to blink because you don't want to miss a single, solitary second of that mesmerizing sway. That's okay. You have my permission to look.

"I wouldn't even be down here like this if I didn't want you to look, would I? The very fact that I'm on my hands and knees in front of the camera, rocking my body back and forth to give my tits just the right bounce and sway, means that I want you to stare at them. I want you to relax, feel that comfortable arousal pooling down between your legs, and think about how good it's going to be when the arousal takes over your empty mind completely and you cum staring mindlessly at my tits. We both know that's what you want, we both know that's why you're playing this video. You want me to take your thoughts away and replace them with drooling, horny fascination until you cum your brains out, and that's going to make it very easy for me to do it to you. You're probably already teasing yourself at least a little, aren't you? It's okay. You can admit it. Just nod and stroke for me now.

"And as you nod and stroke, your breath coming faster and your blinks getting slower, you can just let your fingers naturally settle into the same rhythm as my swaying, swinging breasts. It's so easy to relax into that pace, stroking and rubbing with every back and forth bounce and letting it dictate your pleasure. It feels like you're giving in to me when you do that, and we both know that's what you've been waiting to do all along, isn't it? You've been waiting for me to instruct you, to guide you, so that you can turn off your own weary mind and go along with something that feels so nice. Don't worry about when you're going to cum. It'll happen. You just want to let go and surrender to me.

"That's getting easier and easier for you. Those stray thoughts you might have had at first are drifting away now, and you don't feel any desire to chase them down. Your mind is focused on my breasts, on that bounce and sway, on the pleasure between your legs and the way it keeps growing with every passing second. We both know that it's my hypnotic voice and my hypnotic tits that are really turning you on, whatever your hands are doing--you find hypnosis so irresistibly erotic, so intense and potently sexual, that it's the knowledge of your own surrender getting you horny more than any physical stimulation. That's good, because the more you give in to my voice and my will the more I control that secret mental arousal, and I can always make it more powerful. Just like now.

"Oh, that's it. You felt that, didn't you? All I need to do is keep telling you to become more aroused, more horny, closer and closer to orgasm, and it happens because you're in a deep trance and you have to obey. You can't help it, obedience feels so good, and because you came here to surrender to my power and you're already so helpless to my hypnotic tits we both know you're just going to do exactly as I say and CUM. That's it. Just like that. It's so easy, isn't it? So easy and effortless to obey. And you can show me how well you obey by dropping ten times deeper for me now…."

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A Pirate Broadcast in 1978

"--going to ask for your full attention now," Tommy heard, in that brief moment before the cathode tube warmed up and the picture on his television resolved itself into view. "Just put your full attention right here on my swaying tits, follow them with your eyes and enjoy that mellow sensation of warm, drifting pleasure as they begin to captivate you." When the picture did become clear, he practically couldn't believe his eyes--there was a naked woman on the screen, framed by the camera so the only thing showing was her pale pink chest, and she kept twisting from side to side to make her gigantic knockers bounce back and forth like she was giving the whole fucking audience a lap dance. Thank god his parents were out of town or they'd have lunged for the set immediately.

But because he was all alone, sitting up in the attic on the musty old couch he was probably going to take with him to college next month and watching TV on the janky old set that came in staticky even on the clearest days, there was no one to stop him from unbuckling his jeans and pulling out his rock hard cock. "It's okay, you have all the time in the world, I promise," the woman on the screen said, sounding almost as though she was speaking directly in response to Tommy's decision to masturbate. "No one's going to interrupt us with some boring commercial or one of those silly 'Technical Difficulties' signs. You can just stare at my big tits and let everything else float away."

Tommy didn't even notice he was beginning to nod along with her as she continued. His whole mind was on her tits, on the way the puffy pink nipples alternated getting closer with every one of her rhythmic movements. He'd never seen a girl's boobs for this long before, not live and in full color like this--he'd snuck a peek at his dad's Playboys, and Molly Jo Swarczeski flashed him in the hallway right before she asked him to the Sadie Hawkins dance, but this was the first time he could really sit back and relax and appreciate the glory of a woman's breasts. His cock surged with arousal so strong he thought he was going to lose it right then and there, but the voice on the set said, "Don't worry about urgency, nothing's urgent right now, you're relaxed and happy and you can just stay right where you are for me," and somehow that calmed him back from the precipice of climax. He smiled a dopey grin and his stroking slowed.

The picture flickered for a moment, showing the ghost of another image as it tried to break into the broadcast--Tommy didn't know much about technology, but he knew you weren't allowed to show titties at eight o'clock on a Friday night and this was probably some kind of weird pirate signal--but it soon faded, and a little more of Tommy's will faded right along with it. "You're probably feeling nice and drowsy for me, nice and sleepy, and that's okay," the woman cooed, as if she could actually see Tommy lounging bonelessly into the couch cushions with his eyelids drooping and his breathing slow and his hand moving up and down his cock in a steady, thoughtless rhythm. "If your eyes close, you'll still see my tits in your mind. If they stay open, it'll just get easier and easier to stare thoughtlessly at my beautiful breasts and allow your thoughts to stop. You don't need to think for yourself, not with me here." Tommy nodded again, but his head wobbled forward halfway through and he couldn't find the strength to raise it.

He woke up hours later, his crotch splattered with semen. It almost felt like a dream. But he had a phone number stuck in his head, and an irresistible desire to call it. Tommy zipped up his pants and went downstairs to get his next instructions.

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The Pendulum Effect

“That’s it, sweetie. Just watch that bounce for me, up and down. Up and down. Just keep watching those big, beautiful asscheeks jiggle while your mind drifts deeper into the warm, wet pleasure and your cock throbs harder and harder. You like being fucked like this, don’t you? No thrusting, no bucking… you can just lie back and let everything but that stiff, aching dick of yours go limp with ecstasy while your eyes focus on my ass and your thoughts melt away into sleepy bliss. That’s a good boy. That’s a drowsy boy. You know you can be deep asleep and still fuck me when you’re like this, and it feels so very nice.

"You wanted to watch my ass like this, didn’t you? Of course you did. I could tell. Every time I turned around, I saw your eyes on me. You always looked so confused whenever I caught your gaze, you know that? It’s because you lost yourself staring at my soft, plump, jiggling asscheeks and forgot anything else in the world even existed, and when I turned around it always took you just a second or two to remember where you were and who you were. That was when I knew you were just the perfect horny boy for me. When I saw that my curvy ass truly mesmerized you. Not just turned you on, not just made your pretty cock so hard for me, but really truly hypnotized you.

"You don’t remember what happened after the restaurant, do you? Of course you don’t. You don’t even know what’s happening to you right now. You’re so deeply fascinated by my bouncing, jiggling butt and the deep pleasure of my pussy clenching around your aching cock that you’re not even really listening to my words. You’re just responding automatically, agreeing with anything I tell you. I could make you think we’ve been married for years, and you’ve always been my mindless obedient ass slave if I wanted. I could make you think your fucking name was ‘Ass Slave’, and you’d answer to it, wouldn’t you? That’s right, baby doll. 'Yes’ is always the right answer for Mistress.

"But I want you to know the truth. I want you to know just how weak you were, how easy it was for my ass to hypnotize you and enslave you to my will. I followed you out of the restaurant, and when I saw that moment of hesitation–were you trying to remember where you parked? Thinking about the drive home? It doesn’t really matter. You were confused for just a moment about what to do next, and when I walked past you, that hard cock of yours locked onto the motion of my ass under my skirt–side to side, bouncing with every step–and tugged you forward. You walked behind me without even thinking. All you wanted to do was keep watching my swaying, jiggling butt.

"By the time we got back to my apartment, you were utterly lost. You followed me right up the stairs, right through the door, right into my bedroom. As long as I kept shaking that plump, curvy ass, you didn’t think at all, did you? No, of course not. You just stared and sank and let your drowsy mind sleep in my will. You obeyed perfectly when I told you to get naked and lie on the bed. And now… oh, sweetie, you’re never getting away. I’m going to keep hypnotizing you with my asscheeks while I fuck you until you’ll do anything to cum, and cumming will only take you deeper into my power. You belong to my ass now, darling. And doesn’t that feel so good? That’s right. That’s a good boy. That’s my good boy, now. Good, good ass slave. And deeper.”

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Empty Nesters Have More Fun

“Hey Bill, you home?” Tom called out, pushing the sliding door open and stepping into his next door neighbor’s dining room. “Only I was hoping to borrow your cordless drill for a half-hour or so. Mine got unplugged on the charger, and I got a little project I need to–oh!” His voice broke off abruptly when he rounded the corner into the living room and found Bill’s wife Misty lying on the couch wearing nothing but a pair of fishnet stockings and black stiletto heels that did absolutely nothing to conceal her bare ass and winking cunt. She turned her head to look at him, and Tom was almost more disconcerted by her total indifference to his astonished gaze than he was by her casual nudity.

“Bill’s in the bedroom,” she said, a knowing leer somehow insinuating itself into her husky growl. “I think I must have worn him out, because he’s deep asleep right now. You know that kind of sleep, don’t you, Tom? The kind of heavy, exhausted sleep you find when you lock your eyes onto something and can’t look away until they won’t stay open any longer. The kind of total, perfect sleep that swallows you up before you can even realize it’s happening to you. That kind of sleep.” She rolled her hips gently from side to side as she spoke, creating an undulating motion that kept Tom’s gaze fixated on her broad, tawny ass despite his best efforts to remind herself that she was a married woman. She had kids, for Pete’s sake, even if they had moved out to head to college a couple of years ago.

“That’s it,” Misty purred, watching Tom’s brow furrow in confusion as he tried to figure out why he couldn’t stop watching the wriggling movement of her ass. “That’s the kind of look I like to see. All blank and befuddled and so sleepy, aren’t you, Tom? Your eyes are getting so heavy, now, and all you can think about is letting them close so your whole body can sink down to your knees for me. I’ve been very patient, Tom, but it’s been years since I’ve gotten to have all the fun I want to and now it’s time for you to sleep, sleep, sleep.” Tom blinked sluggishly, his stupefied brain struggling to process her strangely elliptical speech and finding to his amazement that the more he tried to think, the more he wanted to stare at her ass instead. He opened his mouth to try to ask what was happening to him, but instead his jaw simply hung in slack and vacant astonishment.

Misty slid off the couch onto her knees, now fully swaying her ass like a pendulum in front of his captivated gaze. “There we go,” she cooed, as a wave of debilitating lethargy left Tom slowly sagging down to his knees. “That’s a good boy. We both know you’ve noticed my pretty body. We both know you’ve been thinking about touching it, tasting it, giving in and giving yourself to it… and now you have my permission. Bill won’t mind. He’s been such a good boy ever since we got the house to ourselves, and he wants what I want him to want. And you want that too now, don’t you?” Tom couldn’t parse the complicated phrasing, and he didn’t want to try. He wanted to crawl forward, inhale the scent of Misty’s arousal, and sink into the blissful motion of her bouncing buttocks… and when she reached behind her and pulled him forward to collide face-first with her cunt, his eyes slammed shut and he gave in to her completely.