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@bimbo-trainer69
To make it clear so i'm not getting d m's asking me to train them or hypnize them or fix them...:
I don't post often, i'm pretty much only reblogging.
Ask the people i'm reblogging from instead.
I haven't REALLY participated in this community for a very long time. 🙏
And while I still have some ability, I rarely find I have the interest.
It's just small work for me to put into than I actually enjoy out of it.
Somewhere along the line, I lost the love of the game.
Made some illustrations on different ways hypnosis is shown, along with my observations/opinions
please tell me what you think :)
If I missed anything, or you have your own takes, please do tell me !!
This blog is Anti-fascist and pro-fat tits!
doggy style means you get a treat after btw <3
i demand backpay
No backpay for backshots, I'm so sorry.
So many ways to have fun with me.
They need to be the perfect fucktoy
Good Girls Cum When They’re Told
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His book was open in one hand, the other idly resting in my hair. I was curled across the couch with my head in his lap, legs tucked under me, quiet and content in that kind of soft silence that doesn’t need to be filled.
He was reading. I was thinking.
Thinking about something we’d talked about days ago. Something that hadn’t left me since.
I didn’t mean to break the silence. But I think he could feel it—how still I’d gone. How quiet my breathing was when I was turning something over in my head.
“Tell me,” he said, eyes still on the page.
I hesitated. “It’s dumb.”
“Mmm. Try me.”
So I did.
“I’ve just… been thinking about what I said the other day. About denial. About how it makes me feel like I’m a bad sub for wanting too much. It’s still sitting heavy.”
He closed the book—not abruptly, just with intention—and looked down at me, fingers threading deeper into my hair.
“It’s not dumb,” he said, and there was nothing casual in his voice anymore. “You were honest.”
I swallowed, heart suddenly thudding harder against my ribs. “It’s just—when denial is the default, it makes me feel broken. Like I have to apologize for needing to cum. Like I’m greedy. Messy. Wrong.”
He didn’t say anything for a long moment. He just kept looking at me with that steady, thoughtful focus that always makes me feel like I’ve just been read.
Then, quietly but firmly, he said: “‘Good girls don’t cum’ is a load of crap.” His fingers tightened slightly in my hair. “Good girls cum when they’re told.”
My breath caught—half shock, half relief, half arousal. (Yes, I know that’s too many halves, but that’s how it felt.) He set the book aside completely now, both hands on me, grounded and deliberate.
“Your orgasms live inside you,” he continued, voice low and sure, “but they don’t belong to you anymore. You gave them to me.”
I shifted, sat up, legs folding under me as I faced him fully now. Eye to eye. He didn’t let go of my hair.
“They’re yours to command,” I said, voice barely above a whisper.
“And yours to surrender,” he replied. “You don’t have to want it. You don’t even have to understand it in the moment. If I tell you to cum, you do.”
I nodded, already feeling that ache start to bloom between my legs. The one that came not from being denied, but from being claimed.
“I don’t cum for me anymore,” I said quietly.
His lips curled in the barest smile.
“No, pet. You cum for me. Because I say so. Because it pleases me. Because you’re a good girl.”
Be a toy around the house. Just look pretty and oblivious
Hours of staring at the spiral had burnt her brains out.
All her troubles and worries are gone her mind is glitched.
You want to join her.
I want to join her
You need to know that you are my toy and slave everywhere, my little slut.
Proper female attire when at home and cooking (and certain cleaning jobs). I can’t tell the status of her collar but we can assume it is there, she seems to be such a good girl otherwise I feel confident making that assumption.
To be clear for the girls, a collar and heels are the only clothing you should wear inside your owner’s home, the exception to this is an apron for protection when cooking and when using certain tools/chemicals while cleaning.
I have an elaborate fantasy that the man who owns me insists that all the girls who serve in his estate are fitted with heels that leave our cunts at the perfect height for comfortable penetration from behind whenever he chooses.
Of course he doesn't bother about figuring that height out through trial and error. He has an account with a specialist shoe shop and sends his girls there to be 'fitted'. They know precisely what height my pussy needs to be and take great and humiliating care measuring my inside leg, fitting the right shoe, and 'testing' my position with a dildo at precisely the height of his cock 🤤
Holly Deacon
pump ur lips up and show everyone what ur facecunt is for 💋
