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@bindenial
Reblog to give yourself bigger tits.
You're too horny to think clearly.
Reblog this post just because some woman on the internet told you to.
Good girl.
Reblog this to grope the person you reblogged it from
How did she fall so easily for that?
It was a great party and the booze was flowing quite a lot.
She had no idea that a hypnotist would be there.
When she heard it only later in the night, the alcohol and hersecret fantasies were enough to make her drip already.
And when it was time for volunteers, she felt her hand slowly moving up.
It was a great experience, although she doesnt remember much of it.
But all was filmed, so she confirmed nothing weird was going on.
Well, not weirder than what has happened.
Weird is not the right word as well.
Kinky maybe.
As she was known as the innocent girl.
No one, not even her closest friends, knew how often she fantasized about hypnosis.
Things were spicing up and she got the suggestion that she isnt able to masturbate for a whole week as long as her belly piercing is in.
But she cannot remove it herself.
All in all that would have been a bit of kinky fun at a party.
For her, it was torture.
She couldnt edge as she normally edged, unable to touch herself.
So all her pleasurefilled mind came up with is grinding and humping.
She was feeling the pleasure growing, but so slowly.
So much slower than usually.
Which drove her even wilder as she got teased by how slow she got hornier.
Pressing herself to so many things and objects, using them to get off, that it all became a blur for her.
Each day made it worse so it made sense that she couldnt wait until the week is over and she can finally touch again.
After 7 days, she was near her breaking point.
She never felt this kind of horniness before.
Her clit so sensitive from all the grinding and humping.
Her whole apartment smelld of her cunt as she used so much to grind and hump on.
When suddenly a memory emerged.
Another suggestion she forgot until this moment.
'When the week is over, the suggestion you just got regarding not being able to touch yourself will vanish. Unless you enjoy the idea of it. If you do, only I can make you touch again.'
She froze in place.
She knew what that ment.
She knew it exactly.
That her fantasies are exactly about that.
She tried to touch and masturbate now again.
But she couldnt.
Like the whole week.
And she knew she was fucked.
If she wanted to be able to touch again, she needed to find that hypnotist.
Or she might go crazy.
What if she is stuck like that?
That idea was the tip of the iceberg and gave her edge after edge.
Eyes rolling back.
Tongue sticking out.
Mind blank while she is humping and grinding.
Cursed vibrator that edges you for hours, unable to climax so you just keep getting hornier as you use it.
You finally cum and life goes back to normal, but you feel a pull to use the toy again. At first you resist the urge, afraid of what happened last time happening again.
But it just felt so good. Eventually the need to pleasure yourself again becomes too strong and you give in.
This time it edges you for even longer.
It's the same story every time. You edge, you finally cum, you regain some self control, but only for a while. The toy edges you for longer and longer every time you use it, and the breaks where you resist its influence get shorter and shorter.
Eventually there won't be a break. You'll just be a mindless edging mess, unable to stop, unable to resist. The toy controls you now.
To the sweet puppy who send the ask to share their obedience link. You forgot your age. Your ask is very sweet but without knowing your age i won’t interact.
best way to edge when denied? by listening to a bunch of other girls getting to cum & not being allowed to do the same. 🤭😩
oh…. oh god this is torture ….
Bambi loves it
Embrace your programming
I love being a programmable toy 😵💫
i llove bein a programmable toy
I stared at the caption glowing on my screen: "You love being a programmable toy." The words were so absurd I actually laughed out loud, shaking my head at the tacky spiral in the background and the glassy stare of the model posed beneath it. Cheap, I thought. Ridiculous. Still, my eyes lingered a little too long on her vacant expression, the slack curve of her mouth. I sank deeper into my chair, breathing out slowly, telling myself it was just amusement.
Yet as the exhale left my lips, I noticed they had parted the same way hers had. A mirror without my meaning it. I blinked, unsettled for half a second, then brushed it off with another laugh. Silly. That was all. Just a silly image.
But the hollow gaze on the screen seemed to wait for me, patient, steady, like it knew something I did not. The words echoed through my mind: "You love being a programmable toy." Deeper I settled into my chair, until the leather creaked a soft whisper around my skin, and the stare never faltered.
I noticed the spirals beneath the model's eyes, breathes growing longer and calmer. My head began to droop as the caption burned in, my mind began to shift and bend around it as it was supposed to do.
'I love being a programmable toy.'
The sudden thought made me straighten with shock. Eyes, wide open, stared at the image, the spirals and the words. "You love being a programmable toy." They settled even deeper into my mind. Just as my gaze caressed them again, a wave of relaxation undid the awareness the shock brought.
'I love being a programmable toy.'
This time my head just bobbed up and down. The words sounded good in my mind, right. My eyes were locked on the image. A part of me felt the urge to turn away, to shut this down, and to run as fast and as far as I could, but it wasn't strong enough. My mind was locked, focused, on the words and spirals and the thoughts that were forming.
'I love being a programmable toy.'
It was the truth. The caption and the spirals felt true, I felt myself being pulled in further and further with each second.
'I love being a programmed toy.'
My mind accepted the idea with little effort; was programmed to accept it.
'I love being a programmable toy.'
Another few seconds passed where my eyes stared, my body sank even deeper and I was pulled even further in. Programmed like the toy I was. It felt right.
'I love being a programmable toy.' I repeated the phrase to myself over and over. The words made so much sense, I was programmed to accept the words as truth, my mind was ready and open. The spirals swayed and turned and slowly pushed me further.
"You love being a programmable toy."
'I love being a programmable toy'
Personality Changing Game
A new tumblr game:
Post this to your blog if you want to play. Your followers will send asks with a question plus a cliche personality type in asterisks. *Seductress* *Bimbo* *Virgin* *Cocktease* *Submissive* *Learned Scholar* etc.
Whatever they tell you, you will become while you answer their question, and for the next 15 minutes– or until you’re given a new personality. Whichever comes first.
Have fun!
why not?
mebbe this could be like fun? hehe
omg me next me neeext!!! mak me urs~
Can’t wait to try~
Re-reposting to see who plays along~
Who knows? This could be fun🩷
✨someone’s enjoying their hypno✨