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bimbodaddydom

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lexywantyoursoulagain

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theprettynosferatu

spiralslave

minion is connected to the system and ready for training and programming

regaliaafterdark

Don't stop edging.

Remember that you're nothing but a dumb little whore, with an actual, real addiction to masturbating. You're a pathetic girl who can't help but touch herself any time she finds herself alone. You have an addiction to feeling good, you cannot stop feeling that tingling sensation while you look and porn and imagine yourself being used and abused.

Keep fantasizing about the fleshlight you are about to become.

Don't

Stop

Edging.

supersecretssecretsaresofun

shes soooooo right!

im just a

dumb

little

whore

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jukeboxemcsa

Diana Finds That New Sound She's Been Looking For

"You can see now why I wanted you to listen, can't you?" Joan asked… but Diana's attention was diverted by the earbud in her other ear and it was hard for her to fully concentrate on the brunette's words so she just nodded vacantly because it was easier. The sound was hard to qualify, but it had elements of post-punk synthesizer and goth rock and a weird little fillip of bubblegum pop in its earwormy chorus and the record executive was already thinking about how to promote it. That felt so immediately and intuitively important that she barely even noticed the nightclub owner's hands tugging on the hem of her skirt.

That tiny distraction vanished when Diana raised her hips slightly, allowing the garment to slide right off, and her unthinking decision was rewarded when Joan reached down and began to rub her pussy through the thin fabric of her underwear. "It's that lead singer," Joan purred, her tone sultry and seductive but not nearly as enticing as the woman Diana heard within the music. "She's just got such a sexy voice, doesn't she? You listen to every song absolutely aching to fuck her. You'd do absolutely anything to bend over and let her rail you with a strap-on from the very first note." That wasn't how Diana would have put it--she was about as straight as straight could be, much to Joan's perpetual disappointment--but once the idea entered her head Diana found that it wouldn't leave.

"They're not signed to anybody, Di," Joan purred seductively, her fingers punctuating every word and phrase with a firm pressure directly over Diana's throbbing clit. "They're looking for a deal, and of course I immediately thought of you. I knew you'd take good care of them, make sure their sound got to all the right people and get them played on the radio and in arena tours and just… just fucking everywhere, Di, because everyone deserves to hear this. Every woman needs to hear this. Every woman needs to--to--" Joan's voice broke off in a strangled gasp, and it sounded almost like the mere thought of promoting this new band was giving her an orgasm but Diana couldn't think too hard about that because her cunt was spasming in climax too. And the woman singing seemed to encourage every last bit of their lesbian lust.

Diana had a wet spot on her panties by the time the first song was over, but there was a second waiting right there to replace it and that one was somehow even catchier than the first. Diana could tell this was going to go straight into all her daily playlists, replacing her old exercise mix and her old cleaning mix and even the mix she used when she had her lover over, although of course he'd need to be replaced as well because there was no way Diana could be interested in a man anymore. She wanted the soft, sensual touch of a woman now, forever, and she was so grateful when Joan posed her on all fours on the sofa and tugged her panties down to her knees.

"This is the sound for a new generation," the club owner growled, a touch of cultish devotion in her voice, and Diana's eyes glazed over so completely in vacant acceptance that she didn't even notice what was happening behind her. Until she felt a thick shaft pushing into her wet cunt, and discovered that the music was an even more perfect accompaniment to getting fucked than she'd ever imagined. Diana moaned, pushing her hips back against the strap-on, and together the two of them descended even deeper into perfect surrender to the music in their heads.

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Francine Helps Her Doctor With a Project

"Why don't you tell her all about it, Frankie?" Doctor Weston asked, and even though it was difficult to tear her attention away from the slick, dripping cunt in front of her Francine at least managed to take in enough of her doctor's words to obey the instruction. Her lips parted, and even though Francine's jaw momentarily went slack and her tongue briefly lolled out in an unthinking attempt to please the pussy of the squirming, glassy-eyed blonde she was kneeling for she nonetheless managed to babble out a stream-of-consciousness ramble about her favorite topic and her most cherished belief while Doctor Weston groped and fondled the receptionist sitting naked next to her.

"It feels so good to be hypnotized, Cherie," Francine heard herself gabble, her voice slurred and sleepy and unable to filter out even a single thought from her rambling flow of speech. "It makes me so wet to be weak and horny, it turns me on so much to be a slutty helpless pussy pleaser. I told Doctor Weston all about it, all about how much it makes my cunt throb and ache and drool to be a pushover for hypnosis and--and how to do it to other girls, and she's been… nnnnh… she's been practicing on me. Putting me into trance again and again, telling me to fight it and then figuring out how to hypnotize me anyway. Just like…." Francine swallowed hard, not out of any swell of emotion but because her mouth was watering so much it was difficult to speak. "Just like she did with you."

Cherie let out a tiny whimper at Francine's words, but the kneeling woman didn't know whether it was a last gasp of impotent resistance leaving her body or a mewl of desperate anticipation for her final fall into obedience. Either seemed just as likely--Doctor Weston had dropped them both at the same time, using her demonstration of Francine's susceptibility to hypnosis to ensnare Cherie's unsuspecting mind, and by this point the blonde receptionist was so wet and needy that the promise of getting her pussy licked was like an anchor on her mind. Try as she might to fight it, she couldn't ignore Francine's lips just inches away from her cunt, and the desire to be eaten out was gradually eroding her willpower until it was finally ready to vanish altogether.

And Francine had no willpower right now, waiting only for permission to seal her mouth against Cherie's cunt and drive her to new heights of pleasure. "You're going to love it so much when you give up and let me eat your pussy, Cherie, I'm so good at it and you'll be so happy Doctor Weston broke your brain and made you a pushover like me. I'm gonna suck on your clit until you can't think of anything else, and Doctor Weston's going to tell you how to be a good girl while you cum, and you're just… f-fuck, you're going to be so good against my tongue…." Francine probably wouldn't have been this enthusiastic to help Cherie see the virtues of mindless obedience if she was awake. But if she was awake, she would already have forgotten all of this.

Cherie finally gasped out, "yes, please, I don't want to think anymore," and by then she was such a mess that Francine's chin was immediately smeared with the musk of her arousal when she leaned in to lick. She felt Cherie's fingers knotting themselves in her hair, pulling her close and holding her face directly against the blonde's labia, and when Doctor Weston began to speak to them both Francine found that she was too busy licking to think about what she was hearing. But she knew she was being a good girl, and that was all that mattered.

mindchangetheseventh

Hypnosis cant make you do anything you dont really want.

That is somewhat true and widely known by now.

And you banked on that as well when you wrote me to be hypnotized.

You have already lurked for months and years on my blog and finally got the courage to write me.

We talked a lot at first, but it always became sexual quite fast.

Maybe because of my blog, maybe because of tumblr, maybe because of your cunt or maybe all of it together.

You knew you wouldnt be able to made anything you dont want to.

The only problem with it was you wanted no control.

You wanted to feel controlled.

And that opened a slippery slope.

You cant be made to do anything you dont want to.

But what happens when you dont want to have control and want to feel controlled?

Now that is always such a good loophole for certain programming and training.

You never thought about that before, did you?

Well, for the next hours you wont be thinking much.

As your cunt is going to do that for you.

And we will have a lot of fun with your mind.

But dont worry, you arent left out.

During the whole time you are going to feel pleasure.

And not a single worry or even thought is going to cross your mind.

And we know you want that.

Because hypnosis cant make you do anything you dont want to.

safeplace42

Mhmng

laserking12

Good girls don’t think

Good Girls Just Edge

jukeboxemcsa

Abby's Fantasies Finally Come True

"You came here to tell me something. Didn't you." Amanda's inflection made it clear that it was a command and not a question, whatever the syntax of the words might suggest, and Abby felt a powerful twinge of arousal between her thighs as she slipped off the robe she'd worn for the short walk down the hall to her neighbor's apartment and displayed her body to the older woman. She'd woken up this morning with a newfound sense of clarity and purpose, a sense of helpless desire that told her once and for all that her inner submissive had finally won, and she was excited to tell Amanda exactly what she knew Amanda wanted to hear.

Even so, she felt that weird, top-of-the-rollercoaster exhilaration that bordered on fear as she murmured, "Yes, ma'am, I belong to you, ma'am," and her hands went up to cup her small, pale breasts and stiff pink nipples. There was just something so intense about experiencing this moment in reality instead of only fantasy, of watching as Amanda slid off her chair to sit down at Abby's feet and pull her lacy black panties over to the side to explore Abby's cunt with her fingers. Abby had been dreaming and daydreaming about this, imagining this exact sequence of events every time she masturbated for months now, and she didn't even know anymore where her hypnotic conditioning ended and her lesbian crush began but it didn't matter anymore because after this they would be one and the same.

Amanda dredged her finger through the slick channel between Abby's pussy lips and licked it clean with a triumphant smile on her ever so slightly flushed cheeks. "And why do you belong to me, pretty girl?" she asked, before repeating the gesture with the new gush of arousal that leaked down to replace what she'd wiped away--Abby felt like she'd been almost continuously wet for months now, ever since that first night when Amanda hypnotized away her stress and exhaustion and she'd found herself unaccountably aroused by the notion of putting herself into another woman's power, and it was no surprised to her that her cunt was a soaking mess when Amanda examined it. She was honestly surprised she wasn't dripping onto the floor.

"Because you… you hypnotized me," Abby heard herself say, the response coming easily and effortlessly to her after so many repetitions of the files her neighbor had sent her. They'd danced around this moment for ages, with Amanda's seductive flirting gradually becoming more and more dominant and her hypnosis more and more interwoven into the fabric of Abby's daily existence, and even though she couldn't remember most of her trances anymore Abby was pretty sure the confession of her crush came before the recordings specifically made to reinforce it. Abby knew what was in those files, and she knew she had a choice whether she wanted to listen or not… but the first time she came to the sound of Amanda's voice, she knew that choice was really no choice at all because she wanted to much of what the older woman offered. That was when tonight came into focus for her, even though she held back because she knew--

"Good girl," Amanda purred, sliding three fingers directly into Abby's clenching cunt and breaking her train of thought off mid-sentence. But the knowledge remained, even as Abby shuddered and moaned and squeezed her nipples until it was almost painful for her new owner. This was the point of no return, the last moment where her free will would ever have a chance to assert itself in the face of her own desires and Amanda's hypnotic control, and the most exciting thing about it all was how little Abby even cared. She wanted this, she'd wanted it even before the idea was planted in her head, and now that she was cumming Abby was certain she was going to belong to Amanda forever.