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From the outside US American radical progressive ideas often sound like "We should slow down the orphan grinder on weekends.".

Meanwhile for you, this will be the way that you learn that such a thing as orphan grinder exists and for some incomprehensible reason the US has one.

And when you suggest to get rid of the orphan grinder they'll just laugh and say something like "What a naive idea, but it doesn't actually work with our system, where the orphan grinder is hooked up to the same engine as the homeless crusher." and that's when you learn that such a thing as a homeless crusher exists.

jukeboxemcsa

Becky Talks Directly to the One in Charge

"So what am I going to have to do to get that naughty little cunt of yours to listen?" Becky pressed her forearm into Linda's collarbone as she spoke, pushing the blonde backwards until her shoulders bumped up against the wall. "This is how many times you've peeped on me and Debbie, you little slut--the fourth? The fifth? I bet there are times we didn't even catch you." Becky's hand went down between Linda's thighs, finding an embarrassingly wet mess down there that made Linda squirm and blush in mortified humiliation. She stood a full head taller than the brunette pinning her in place, and yet she felt so much smaller than the other woman.

Thankfully Debbie wasn't seeing the entire mortifying spectacle; she was still lying on the bed, a virtual reality helmet settled over her face and a fucking machine pistoning away between her spread legs, and Linda's blush deepened as she realized she was actually staring over Becky's shoulder at the hypnotized woman behind her. Becky must have noticed, too, because she pulled her hand away only to bring it back in a hard swat that brought a choking whimper to Linda's lips before growling, "Are you even paying attention, or is your cunt doing all the thinking now?" It was so shameful, and yet it was so goddamned fucking hot.

"Maybe I should just talk straight to your pussy," Becky snapped, turning the single swat into a whole series of forceful spanks that soon reddened Linda's labia and left her clit twitching and spasming in overwhelmed sensation. "Maybe it's no good telling you anything, because the only one you listen to is your cunt and you're too stupid horny to take orders from anything but the throb between your legs. Is that it, honey? Does seeing a girl get hypnotized make you so wet and messy that your cunt does all the thinking? Because I can keep punishing it until it learns its lesson, but you… you're just too dumb to do anything but rub." The truly humiliating thing about it all was just how wet Becky's palm was when it pulled away, and how much wetter it got with every smack.

It took a surprisingly short amount of time for Linda to whimper, "yes, ma'am, my… my cunt does all the thinking, ma'am," in a high and breathy voice that sounded like a meek little schoolgirl apologizing after a spanking. It was the voice of helpless deference, the voice of pathetic and degraded submission, and Linda was amazed both to discover that it could issue from her lips and to find out just how familiar it sounded in her ears. It was like she was made for this. It was like her whole existence was simply preparing her to be Becky's contrite and simpering little cuntslut. Linda's eyes rolled back in her head, and she soon found she couldn't refocus them properly anymore.

She heard Becky asking her a question, and an important one at that, but the swelling pulses of lust between her legs drowned it out and Linda realized it was because it wasn't meant for her. It was meant for her cunt, and her cunt was doing all the thinking, and that was so right and proper that Linda's dumb horny brain didn't need to listen, only obey. Even when she heard herself murmur, "It's telling me to peep on you again tomorrow so you can train me some more," Linda couldn't really connect that answer to whatever Becky had said, and that made it so much easier to just listen to the warm, wet heat that throbbed away at her mind and emptied out her will. Until the day when Linda joined Debbie on the bed, and allowed herself to become just one more slave in Becky's growing collection.

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laurentidalreborn

A Voice on the Wind

Amelia's hand froze halfway to her mouth, the spoonful of yogurt trembling. A deep, resonant voice filled her small apartment, emanating from the television where a commercial for luxury sedans was playing. It was him. Francis. The voice was smoother now, more polished, but it was unmistakably the same baritone that used to murmur in her ear as she drifted off to sleep.

A familiar heat bloomed between her thighs, sudden and overwhelming. Her breath hitched. Damn him. Even after two years, the conditioning held. "Whenever you hear my voice, you'll get wet and horny," he'd said during one of their hypnosis sessions, his voice weaving through her consciousness like silk. "Your body will remember me, want me, need me."

She squeezed her legs together, trying to quell the throbbing that had begun. This was the third time this week. First it was the radio on her way to work; a voiceover for some investment firm. Then yesterday, her phone had autoplayed an ad for a new smartphone while she was scrolling through social media. And now this.

Amelia stood abruptly, turning off the TV. The silence didn't help; the voice echoed in her mind. She needed to get ready for work, but the arousal was already clouding her thoughts. In the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning between her legs. Her reflection showed flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. She looked exactly how she felt: turned on and miserable.

The bus ride was torture. As if summoned by her thoughts, another commercial played on the bus's radio system: this time for a chain of coffee shops. Francis's voice describing the "rich, bold flavor" of their new blend made her shift uncomfortably in her seat. She could feel her panties growing damp, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her bra. An elderly woman beside her gave her a concerned look, and Amelia forced a smile, gripping the pole tighter to keep her hands from wandering.

At work, she tried to lose herself in spreadsheets and emails, but the arousal lingered like a fog. Every time she thought she'd finally shaken it, a memory would surface. Francis's hands on her hips, his voice in her ear, the way he'd look at her with those intense eyes as he counted her down into trance. Her body responded each time, a traitorous wave of pleasure that made her bite her lip to keep from moaning.

By lunchtime, she was desperate. She locked herself in a stall in the women's restroom, her hand slipping beneath her skirt before she could stop herself. The touch sent a jolt through her body. She was soaking wet. Her fingers found her clit, already swollen and sensitive. She rubbed in quick circles, her breath coming in ragged gasps. It felt good, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't him.

Her phone buzzed in her purse. She ignored it at first, lost in the haze of need, but it kept buzzing. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, she pulled it out. A text from her friend Jen: "Did you see that Francis is doing voice acting now? He's everywhere!"

Amelia's thumb hovered over Francis's name in her contacts. She hadn't spoken to him since the breakup, had sworn she never would. But the temptation was overwhelming. She could call him and hear his voice directly. His real voice. Maybe that would break the spell.

Or maybe it would make her come undone right here in this bathroom stall.

Before she could lose her nerve, she typed a simple message: "Heard you on the radio today. You sound good."

The reply came almost instantly. "Amelia? Long time. How are you?"

Just seeing his name on her screen sent another pulse of arousal through her. Her fingers returned to her clit, rubbing more insistently now.

"Fine," she typed back, her other hand still working between her legs. "Just... busy."

"I've missed you," came the next message. "I think about you sometimes."

Amelia's breath caught. Her hips bucked against her hand. She was close now, so close.

"Remember how you used to go under for me?" he sent. "How good it felt to just let go and obey?"

That did it. The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body shaking with the force of it. She had to bite her lip hard to keep from crying out. When it was over, she sagged against the stall door, panting.

Her phone buzzed again. "I could make you feel that way again, Amelia. Better than before. I've been practicing."

Amelia stared at the message, her post-orgasmic haze slowly clearing. What was she doing? This was exactly why she'd left him. His control, the way he could manipulate her mind and body with just a few words. It wasn't healthy. But God, it had felt good. No one else had ever made her feel like that.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," she typed, her fingers trembling.

"Your body seems to think otherwise," he replied. "I know you, Amelia. I know what you need. And more importantly, I know what hearing my voice all day must be doing to you. How desperate did you need to get before you reached out to me?"

She did need it. That was the problem. She needed his voice, his touch, his control. She needed to be taken deep and fucked away until nothing remained but pleasure and obedience and his perfect voice.

Before she could stop herself, she sent: "Can we talk?"

"My place, tonight at 8," came the immediate reply. "I'll be waiting."

Amelia leaned her head against the stall door, a mix of relief and dread washing over her. She knew she was making a mistake, knew she was walking right back into the trap she'd barely escaped. But as another wave of arousal washed over her at the thought of seeing him again, she also knew she couldn't stay away. His voice had already claimed her again, and this time, she wasn't sure she wanted to break free.

This story was originally requested on my old blog by @ottopilott under the following ask: a person is frustrated and annoyed that their former hypnotist has found work as a (commercial voiceover actor | one of the new TikTok voices), leading to unwanted and unpredictable bouts of horniness over (personal injury lawyers | handmade wood furniture | Greek food | 30% of the funny videos on the Internet). (If you do this, I thought it would be fun to let you pick gender and orientation and some of the details)

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fipindustries

ok this looks ultra mega based, are you kidding me? can you imagine the bullshit i could get up to with this bad boy? fuck yes i want ten

mint-corset

Wait are iPhone bros coping because Apple has to be more universal? Lol.

such-justice-wow

Boo hoo i'll be able to add more physical storage to my phone and be able to change out batteries if they degrade as well as all these other optional features I won't have to touch

lectorel

Continuing in the trend of political cartoons depicting milquetoast moderate positions seem so much cooler and more badass than they are

domina-honoribila

I love how they add totally absurd things no one is asking for to make the idea look crazy. And still, I must emphasize, failing to make this look like a bad idea.

teaboot

"Is this what you want? Is this ugly stupid bullcrap what you want??" the biggest loudest idiot in the room asks, holding up a picture of the hottest looking shit I've ever seen

jukeboxemcsa

Kendra Explains How It Was Done

"…holy shit…." Dane whispered, not daring to raise his voice too loud from fear of accidentally snapping Gigi out of whatever spell she was under. Kendra looked over at him, wearing the same sympathetically smug grin she broke out when she used to shark him out of all his money every Friday night at the pool hall in the student union, and held out her hand. Dane dropped a ten into her outstretched palm, although privately he knew he probably would have paid about three times that to see Gigi suckling away at Kendra's bared breasts with an expression of mindless devotion on her blankly hypnotized face. "…how did you do it?" he asked at last, still keeping his tone hushed and unable to wring the awe fully from it while he watched Gigi's lips thoughtlessly pursing around the stiff nipple in her mouth.

Kendra chuckled. "Honestly? She did about half of it to herself." Her tone, in contrast to Dane's, was wry and conversational, clearly holding no concern that she might accidentally rouse her roommate from her entranced state. "We were watching some stupid TV show one night in the dorms, and there was this scene where the evil spymaster had captured a double agent and put her in front of a hypnosis machine to make her betray her allies or something. And I thought it was silly and boring, so I turned to say something to Gigi, and she was, like… fascinated. Really fascinated, like she couldn't look away from the screen. She came out of it once they stopped showing the spiral, but I could tell something about that got to her."

She moved Gigi's head from one breast to the other, and even though she sounded casual the way her nipple stood up told Dane this was probably getting her motor running at least a little. "So I found a gif of a spiral that looked just like the one on the TV show, and the next night I made a joke about finding a clip from that series she liked so much and I showed it to her. And, like, I barely even had to do anything. She just started staring, and because it was a gif it just kept going round and round and she never had a chance to really think about what she was doing. She just kind of got lost in it. After that it was just a matter of talking to her in a soothing voice. Pretty soon she was just nodding along to everything I said."

Dane was getting so hard he practically wanted to rub one out right there in the middle of the living room, but as weird as the situation was he still felt like it would be kind of creepy to jack off to it. "And y'know, I put a trigger in there so I could drop her whenever I wanted, and I made her forget it ever happened, and every once in a while I got her to have a little, um, fun with me." Kendra gave a sheepish little shrug, as though she wasn't describing the process of brainwashing her roommate into an obedient sex toy. "And, like, I never have to do chores anymore, so that part's nice. Why did you ask? Did you want to learn how to do it too, or did you want to try going under for me?" Dane's cheeks reddened under his blond beard, as he discovered he kind of wanted both… and in the moment, he wasn't entirely sure which he desired more.

irisfixation

"i should get a tuning fork. for horny reasons", and other sentences i cannot fucking believe i am saying

collared-pet-maid

what could she mean by this...

irisfixation

okok fine i'll elaborate

Point 1: the ringing tone of a tuning fork is piercing. there's a reason similar sounds are often used in sound baths (and i've written about those here before already) such high-pitched, clear resonances can be felt to a degree, and they're also not a sound one would encounter in everyday life (unless you have tinnitus, i guess,) which gives a sense of unearthliness.

Point 2: the action of striking something to produce the ringing is tactile, physical. a repetitive motion. a forceful motion. tap, ring, tap, ring. it seems to fill the very air itself, after a time, when done properly. one could easily find themselves imagining such a strike sending similar signals into their own head.

Point 3: the connotation of tuning. a calibrating tone to recalibrate something else to. reprogramming, readjusting, twisting and pulling strings taut (literally! hi guitar tuning!) in order to provoke the intended sound. i don't think i have to elaborate how such imagery could be used for hypnosis

irisfixation

revisiting this several months later...

1: we have since gotten a tuning fork.

2: on the instances we've demonstrated our theorem of using it for hypnosis purposes at our local hypnosis munch, people's opinions quickly went from "seems a weird choice but okay" to "oh. oh i get it." the moment we demonstrated

3: we have not gotten the chance to use this in a scene IRL yet (and its noise and resonance doesnt carry through microphones the way we'd like) and that is driving all of us slowly through the roof. we need to. it's too tempting. the themes of resonance and control and music and....

lifesgrandparade

I want you guys to all start making a bigger stink about Tumblr's Age Verification Horseshit.

lifesgrandparade

Like they tried to change Reblogs and people rightfully got up in arms, this is a LOT worse. In order to have access to any sort of thing dubbed mature, and We haveALL seen what they think is mature, Everything from a black and white photo of a black woman's arm, to posts about IUD recalls, to a nude painted by a 17th century artist, to anything involving the word Trans; you have to send your personal information to a third party site that WILL get hacked, and you will be doxxed. And they can say "Oh shit, well it wasn't us who sent your name address and gender identity to Moldovan teenagers, here's a couple extra minutes in the ball pit.

That's bad enough!!!!!!!! But the entire idea of needing permission from state authorities to access anything labeled mature by our friendly AI overlords is some fucking Boll shit. Die Gedenken Sind Frie baby. This is all a reaction to people getting uppity about their lowly lowly rights and is being propped up by the same bad actors tht have made life unlivable. Fuck that shit.

"Well it's only being rolled out in Brazil and UK" Yeah, to start. "Well they're being forced to do this by laws." YOu know it's always really funny when these tech giants (Or whatever you call owning tumblr dot com) get really antsy about laws considering they pick and choose which ones they abide by.

This is a breaking point and it's going to be very interesting to see how we proceed from here.

occasionallysubtle

some new & some old ~ if you're opposed to *gestures everywhere* plz delete chat gpt cuz they're funding some atrocious shit i'm fully anti-ai but it's by far the most impressively evil ~ k thnx love ya'll byeeeeeee

jukeboxemcsa

Kiki Comes Back to Herself Again

When Kiki came back to herself, the first thing she noticed was the dildo suction-cupped to the exact center of her monitor. It wasn't something she remembered doing, and for that matter she didn't recall buying a toy like this--she had a few vibrators she enjoyed using, but nothing quite like this incredibly realistic, perfectly molded sculpture of a man's cock and balls. Her gaze fixated on it in bewildered confusion, but she soon realized that her mouth was hanging open and she couldn't seem to make it close again. Something in her responded to the sight of this very particular penis with slack-jawed fascination and she didn't understand what.

The second thing she noticed was the collar. It was the only thing she had on from the waist up, and Kiki blushed to realize her webcam was on and she was in the middle of a video chat with somebody--he was staring at her tits while he patiently waited for her to snap out of whatever fugue state she'd been in, and Kiki felt an instant and intuitive rush of pleasure at having her body on display so openly. Even though she was trying to untangle the sticky mess her thoughts had become, those instincts still lit up like a beacon whenever she found something that triggered them. It was disconcerting, even concerning, but all her red flags had turned pink in the wash and she couldn't really make herself worry about what was happening to her.

That didn't stop Kiki from mumbling, "Wha… what's happening?" in a slurred and sleepy voice that should have alarmed her even more but instead only made her mind ache with the desire to slip back into that same fog she'd only just emerged from. There was a word for that kind of mental exhaustion, she vaguely recalled, fractionation or something like that, and it happened when you were hypnotized and woken over and over and over again until your brain just couldn't tell whether it was meant to be awake or asleep anymore. That carried a lot of implications, as did the important fact that she couldn't remember any of these trances she'd apparently been in, but Kiki was too weary to really think about them and all she wanted was for the man on the other end of the chat to tell her what to do.

And he did. "This is happening, sweetie," he purred, holding up some kind of child's toy directly in the center of the screen so that it framed the dildo stuck to her monitor, and when he turned it on and it began to spin and flash in a dizzying, dazzling pattern of hypnotic light Kiki found herself leaning closer and closer to stare at it in rapt fascination. She didn't even notice the fake cock sliding into her mouth--her mind was fully preoccupied with getting as close as possible to the pretty lights and when her lips sealed around the sex toy it simply felt like a need vanishing from her awareness. Her eyes crossed, and she slipped back down into trance without even a ripple of struggle.

Kiki sank impossibly deep, impossibly fast, and even though her eyes remained open she stayed so raptly focused on the light that she didn't need to think about anything else at all. Her head bobbed up and down on the dildo, practicing until she could take it all the way down to the molded balls, and every grunting gulp felt good to her because she knew it pleased her Master. She knew she was being made ready for him. She knew her mind was settling into the pattern of obedience. It was so wonderful that eventually thought itself fell away and she went totally, blissfully blank… and when she finally came back to herself, the first thing she noticed was the toy suction-cupped to the center of the screen.

curiosa-hypnotica

Assistant

cw: hypnosis, brainwashing, dubious consent, personality play, identity play, condescending language, implied misogyny and gaslighting

Sarah (really angry): Don't lie to me! I read your DMs! Who the hell is "Dolly"?

Me: Oh, damn… Okay. Listen, I'll tell you everything. Dolly is, um, a friend. She's my assistant.

Sarah: Your what?

Me: She helps me with one of my hypnotic subjects.

(Sarah looks at me, taken aback.)

Me: And that hypnotic subject is, well— you.

Sarah (shocked, in disbelief): You did that to me? To me? How could you…!

Me: Relax, honey. Stay there.

Sarah (standing still, relaxing, looking confused): Huh?

Me: I said, relax, honey. Don't do anything. You are angry, you want some answers, and I understand that. But I need you to stay there and be still. Don't go anywhere, don't lose your temper, don't start a scene. Don't raise your voice. You can do that for me, can't you?

Sarah: Uh, yes, I mean, yes? Sir? Yes, Sir. (blinking) Why did I say that?

Me: Relax, honey. It's okay. That's a magic phrase I made for you, by the way. It keeps you calm and receptive. Right?

Sarah: Yes, Sir. (blinking more slowly) I— I don't...

Me: Good girl.

Sarah: Uuuh…

Me: And me calling you a good girl…

Sarah: Mmm!

Me: Exactly. That feels wonderful, doesn't it? A nice flash of pleasure right there.

Sarah (clearly aroused): Yes, Sir… I…

Me: I told you I have this interest in hypnosis. It turns me on. I get off on that. Remember that night when I was truthful to you and told you all about it?

Sarah: Yes, I— I mean, yes, Sir. What's…?

Me: Relax, honey. You agreed to let me have my subjects, my little escapades, as long as our relationship always came first for me. You remember that, too, don't you?

Sarah: Yes, S— (shaking her head) No, no, you are doing something…

Me: Good girl.

Sarah: Ah!

Me: Of course I'm doing something to you. You are one of my hypnotic subjects. You have been for a long time. In fact, I've spent more time programming and brainwashing you than anyone else. Only you don't remember that. You never remember, because I make sure of it.

Sarah: I'm— (humbly) I feel horny, Sir.

Me: Good girl. That's right. But, hey, this is the best part, listen. Are you thinking that I hypnotized you without your consent?

Sarah: I...

Me: I'm asking because maybe I did that…, or maybe you agreed to be made to forget. Maybe you're complicit in all this. My helper, in a way. Relax, honey. Keep going. You can't resist it, can you?

Sarah (eyelids fluttering): No, Sir... I can't…

Me: Good girl. (Sarah starts moaning.) The only real problem I've had is, there are things that you, Sarah, simply can't bring yourself to do, no matter how deep and powerful my control has become. Past trauma or some shit. It's endearing, really, up to a point. (Sarah starts rubbing her breasts over her dress.) Ah, ah, ah! No touch. No touch at all. (Sarah moves her hands away from her chest and lets out a little noise of complaint.) Good girl.

Sarah: No fa— No fa— fair!

Me: So I had an idea. I made myself a little additional helper. An assistant. Someone without your inhibitions, without your limits. Someone who could help me finish the work from within… Are you still with me?

Sarah (not quite there anymore, knees trembling, between moans): Huh?

Me: Oh, poor stupid thing, you look like you're about to cum. (I clear my throat) Alright. Come out, Dolly doll!

(Sarah's body straightens. Sarah's eyelids blink. Sarah's face shows a different expression: a vapid, slutty one. That is not Sarah anymore. Sarah's gone.)

Dolly: Hii, Sir!

Me: Hi, Dolly!

Dolly (pouting): Sir, why do you keep me inside? Sarah's so boring! And you don't even let me stay horny when she is! This body should be mine, not hers!

Me: What did I tell you about that?

Dolly (pouting again): Good girls share and obey.

Me: That's right. Good girl. And you have your own reserves of horniness and your own chances of getting off! In fact, you can show me right now, don't you?

Dolly: Yes, Sir! (Dolly lifts her dress and pushes her panties away to reach her pussy. She starts fingering herself. She goes on, proudly) Sarah would never do this!

Me: I still think we'll be able to break her. And you will help me, every step of the way, won't you, Dolly?

Dolly (enthusiastic, still fingering herself with complete abandon): Yes, Sir! 🌀

yourworstinfluence-deactivated2

I love that girls have this little button between their legs that turns them dumb, weak, and pathetic

mindchangetheseventh

By now she was fully conditioned.

And yet she didnt know it.

At least consciously.

In her mind her outfit was completely normal.

She didnt even recognize that anything would be wrong with showing off so much her body in these clothes.

But that wasnt the best part of all her conditioning by now.

She fully accepted that her cunt is in control and that she cannot resist it.

So when I pressed the button on the remote for her vibrator, the pleasure started to overwhelm her immediately.

She was unable to have any other thoughts but how good and strong the pleasure is.

Her body convulsing and twitching as moans of pure lust escape her mouth.

It was so strong that it took a few moments for her to even remember where she was and that she might need to be careful how loud she is.

And the best part?

Her vibrator is at home.

And she reacts just according to her programming.

mindchangetheseventh

She wasnt sure anymore what her own thoughts are and what thoughts have been implanted into her mind.

It all becomes a big blur of pleasure when she tries to think back to all her edging sessions.

And her clear memories stop always after a few minutes. Everything after that just becomes a blur of pleasure and moving.

But what exactly happened she cant tell.

All she knows is that she got hornier and wetter during the last few months.

By now what she considers as normal horny is dripping into her panties the whole time.

Feeling all of the lust, heat and pleasure circulating through her body.

Her sensitive spots have become even more sensitive.

Especially her tits seem to draw in her hands.

Nipples always hard and poking through as they rub against the fabric of her clothes.

She forgot when she stopped wearing a bra and panties.

But even that just helped her.

How it helped she cant remember anymore but she knows it does.

Or is that one of the thoughts she got?

Even before she can think more about that she feels another pulse coming from between her legs, scattering that thought.

And like a reflex she takes her tits out and starts playing with them.

Not even a minute later, her mind has all leaked out as she gazes with a blank stare just ahead.

jukeboxemcsa

Sabrina Shares a Secret

"Would you like to know a little secret about your girlfriend?" The conspiratorial tone in Sabrina's voice and the mischievous grin she added to the words made Tara lean forward in her chair almost without thinking about it, and she nodded enthusiastically without questioning her decision even for a moment. The three of them had been hanging out for a few hours now, a little bit of weed and wine had come into the picture, and Tara was feeling just loosened up enough by the convivial atmosphere to feel enticed by Sabrina's air of playful excitement instead of threatened by it. Cora was just introducing her to an old friend, that was all. And Sabrina was easy to get along with.

Even when the blonde pulled down her shirt, hooking the stretchy collar under her lush, heavy tits to expose the pale curves and stiff pink nipples, it felt more like a tantalizing reveal than anything else. Tara was as into women's bodies as the next lesbian, after all, and Sabrina did have the kind of breasts that a woman could stare at for hours… a brief and idle though made that much funnier when Cora's eyes widened in rapt, helpless fascination and a smile of childlike delight spread across her cheeks. "Oh, this is nothing," Sabrina murmured, noticing Tara's amusement. "Here, watch."

She beckoned Cora forward, and the brunette slid off the couch and onto the carpet with a soft thump that suggested she wasn't really thinking about the impact of her knees against the floor at all. She crawled forward, eyelids beginning to flutter as that first wave of captivated astonishment slowly gave way to some kind of lethargic bliss Tara could only guess at, and settled herself right between Sabrina's knees in a pose of dreamy indolence. Tara wasn't sure how often her girlfriend was remembering to blink, but it looked like it wasn't much and her stare followed every slight quiver of Sabrina's chest. "I did this to her years ago, back when we were studying Psych together," Sabrina added in hushed tones. "She doesn't even remember she did it afterward. Her mind is, like, totally empty right now."

Tara didn't realize how hot she was finding it all until she felt that first tingling surge of ecstasy and discovered that her hand was resting between her thighs, pressing down almost instinctively as the tableau of her own girlfriend staring hypnotized at another woman's tits awoke something voyeuristic and hungry inside her. "It's so easy to mesmerize someone like this," Sabrina purred, giving her a warm and comforting smile that Tara found she could really only notice out of the corner of her eye. "It's just very natural to stare and relax and sink into that blissful feeling of total focus." Tara nodded again, the motion every bit as automatic as before, but this time it was because her thoughts were centered on the heady arousal pulsing away in her swollen clit.

She didn't remember when she slid off the couch, awkwardly crawling with one arm preoccupied to kneel right next to Cora at Sabrina's feet. She didn't notice her blink rate slowing down, her eyes settling into a perpetual heavy-lidded stare as she nodded vacantly along with everything Sabrina said and felt the pleasure in her pussy build to a crescendo. She had no idea when her mind fully emptied out into the same dreamy bliss Cora was feeling… but she already knew she wanted it to happen again.

jukeboxemcsa

Ciara Meets a New Friend

"Well, well, well, lookie what I found," Ciara teased, leaning in between Ashley's thighs to flick her tongue up and down the nub that peeked shyly out from between the supine woman's plush pink labia. "Did someone wake up and want to join the party, hmm? Did someone start paying attention once I started hypnotizing cute little Ashley? It's so nice to see you, Miss Clitty. I think you and I are going to be best friends." She licked again, then again and again, and Ashley's cheeks reddened furiously as her clit just kept getting bigger and more swollen until it stuck out almost a full inch. Ciara could probably suck on it if she wanted to.

She'd always been embarrassed by her clit--it was so big, and so sensitive, and it stuck out whenever she got horny and that was tremendously awkward when she was changing clothes around other women--but somehow the embarrassment felt different when Ciara was cooing things like, "Miss Clitty, I do believe you're draining the blood from Ashley's brain. How do you expect her to think when you're down there all swollen and throbby and ready to be licked?" It made the experience of displaying her pussy, and its most disconcertingly prominent feature, feel incredibly charged with eroticism… and it made her feel safe in a weird way, because even though Ciara was teasing her she was also lavishing attention on Ashley's clit and she wouldn't do that if she didn't like it.

And with hypnosis breaking down her emotional barriers, it felt amazingly hot to be teased and tortured and loved all at the same time. Ashley lay there, elbows hooked under her knees, staring in rapt fascination as Ciara talked to her clit like it was a person. Like it was more of a person than she was. "I'll let you in on a little secret, Miss Clitty," Ciara growled, her voice husky with lust. "You're doing exactly what I want you to do. The bigger and stronger and throbbier you get, the dumber and weaker and more helpless Ashley gets. Do you want to help me make her my drippy little fuckdoll? Just go ahead and twitch if you do." Ashley's eyes widened, unable to quite believe her eyes as she watched the little nub move exactly as her new lover described. She couldn't help seeing it as an answer.

Certainly the woman kneeling between her legs acted like it was. She gave Ashley's clit a long, loving kiss that was almost like fellatio, then purred, "That's my good Miss Clitty! Oh, I just know you and I are going to be the best of friends. You're going to stand up big and strong and proud every time you want to make Ashley too horny to think, and that's going to be so often because the two of us like it so much when she's so dumb and drippy she can't help dropping her panties for me like a good girl. You want Ashley to be a good girl for me, don't you?" Ashely stared at the stubby protrusion, watching it twitch and bob like it was nodding enthusiastically, and even though intellectually she knew it was just the clenching of her feverishly aroused cunt it didn't seem to matter because she didn't have any intellect anymore.

She wound up flat on her back for most of the morning, with Ciara talking to her clit and not her, and it honestly took about twenty minutes of aftercare before she could see herself as a human being again. "Dissociation is a very powerful tool in hypnosis," her lover explained, but even though Ashley nodded she didn't really understand. And feeling stupid made her cunt throb for the very first time… a warm, wonderful sensation she knew she and Ciara would have a glorious time exploring together.

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Chrissy Gives an Explanation

"Do you know why you did that?" Donna asked, collecting the panties triumphantly from Chrissy's outstretched fingers, and the big surprise was that it actually took a second or two for Chrissy to realize what 'that' even was. The act of hiking her skirt up, raising her hips just long enough to pull her underwear down and off with a cheerful little smile on her face at how swiftly and gracefully she'd managed to handle the little task set before her… it all just felt so natural and instinctive and automatic that she didn't even question it at first. She just did it. She just followed what she was only now beginning to understand was an instruction, a command, a--

"I did it because I was hypnotized," she heard herself say, as though the part of her brain that was hooked up to her mouth had figured it out long before the rest of her. It was true, though, Chrissy realized, her mind drifting with a kind of tranquilized astonishment back to the memory she hadn't even bothered to think about until just now. She'd spent most of their date in a deep trance, tricked into staring at the candle in the middle of their table until the restaurant around her became a pleasant blur and Donna's warm, husky contralto tones insinuated their way somewhere deep inside Chrissy's head. It suddenly occurred to Chrissy that there was a towel laid down underneath her on the passenger seat, and from the surge of lust that hit her on remembering what had happened she was profoundly grateful.

Donna held up a finger before she closed the passenger door, and it took a moment before she answered because she had to go around to the other side of the car and get inside first. "That's right, you've been hypnotized," she purred as she started up the engine. "You've been hypnotized and you really don't want to resist anymore, do you?" Her hand moved smoothly from the gearshift to Chrissy's slick cunt, and it felt like the fulfillment of a promise when she began to rub--the whole night had been a haze of arousal for Chrissy, her mesmerized mind guided through one sexual fantasy after another until every inch of her skin was tingling with anticipation, and it was such a relief to finally be touched the way she was craving so badly that she didn't even think about her own car somewhere in the restaurant parking lot. They could come back and get it later. Right now Chrissy just wanted to relax and be driven.

"Yes ma'am," she intoned in reply, her words coming out in an increasingly drowsy monotone. "I've been hypnotized and I don't want to resist anymore." Chrissy honestly didn't remember ever wanting to resist Donna, they'd gone from the slightly awkward first-date introductions to Donna's smooth hypnotic patter so swiftly and easily Chrissy couldn't even remember putting her guard up in the first place, but it didn't really matter now. She was settling right back into that groove they'd gotten into at the table, where words went in her ear and right back out her mouth and her blank, obedient mind instantly convinced itself she believed them, and fuck if it wasn't making her wetter than she'd ever been. Her stare locked onto the center line, easily and effortlessly finding a new hypnotic focus, and Chrissy's cunt clenched with excitement as the first of many orgasms washed over her.

inbabylontheywept

People are so much more sad, and desparate, and lonely than you think. I have had three incidents in the last four months were a technician I was working with was being either dangerously unfocused (we work with high voltage), or just flat out angry with their coworkers, and every time when I just pulled them aside to say hey, this isn't you, you're nice, and you're competent, so something must be up - what can I do to help - they have responded by bursting into tears. One guy was struggling to get his wife moved into a care home, one guy just got served divorce papers, and the other hadn't slept a wink the night before because his daughter had the pukes.

I haven't spent my whole life responding to people being rude, or stupid, or dangerous with knee jerk compassion. It's a new habit. The first time I did that as the lead for my lab, it was because the guy genuinely was so good natured that I knew something had to be off. But the other two times were just me going, alright, lets see if it always goes this well, and so far, it has. I'm almost 30, and I just figured out that the #1 reason people are shitty are because they are going through shit.

I don't think you have, like, a moral obligation to respond to people being jerks with knee jerk compassion. But it has made my life so much easier the last four months that I would recommend trying. For your own sake. Please.

(I'll step off my soapbox now. Enjoy your Sunday.)

miscling

the thing about consent and its importance in kink is that it is completely unrespected by the rule of law. where kink says you should be risk aware and accept those risks before play, the law often if not always says 'you are incapable of consenting to things that damage your body'. in the UK it is crime to assault someone and leave them with lasting bruising, and if you pull the 'i consented to it' defence they can prosecute you for aiding and abetting the assault!

operating in kink spaces with a consent framework is an outlaw position. it is a rule of the community, and of a community who can only respond to violations with exile - to say 'you have ignored the consent of your play partners and are unsafe to play with, and it is not safe for others if you remain.' because such investigations are largely carried out unprofessionally and carry a lot of interpersonal weight, such exiles are often messy and fracturing for the community. such violations can't be escalated to the police because the police may well prosecute everyone involved.

the interpersonal angle cannot be understated. sometimes all it takes is having a disagreement with someone over something unrelated to kink and whisper campaigns begin speaking to unsafe play practices and illegal activities. sometimes all it takes is having the 'wrong' kink or belonging to the 'wrong' minority to end up on the fringes and ostracised by the community.

this is also a part of the risk of consent and a need for trust between partners, not only to trust that the consent given in the moment was true, but also that they're not of a character to attempt to retroactively withdraw consent down the line. most kinks are illegal one way or another, and so, you should be really fucking careful who you give your consent to. this is a part of what it means to be risk aware: not just aware of the risks of the play you're engaging in, but also aware of the risks involved in *who* you're playing with.

sleeplessdoktor

The thing that is the most offensive part about this is that there is a clear legal framework for activities in which people consent to being assaulted: sports.

The difference between a criminal assault and a boxing match is the difference between criminal actions and BDSM. Everyone agreed to be in a particular place, wearing particular clothes to get into a fight with rules about when things stopped, and with medical treatment available on site.

Wrestling is not criminalized, nor is Rugby or Field Hockey. Laws are very stupid where sex is concerned.

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