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20s, minors dni, this blog is not for you

[vctmbtch-moved]

shout out to "gangbang on public transport" for being the sexiest thing ever

[vctmbtch-moved]

surprise/unexpected/unwanted gangbangs are so hot in general but especially in crowded public spaces. the horror of more people having the chance to join in, only made worse when they do. load after load left in your unwilling pussy by strangers, no way to know for sure who was in on it from the start and who just took advantage of the situation...

[alleveryday25]

She is now the ogre's sexual armor

[voyeurexrg]

[p2onypretty]

I want to move to a small city that's cut off from a lot of the rest of the world. Things are different here, and I learn it quickly.

As I walk home to my apartment I realize that none of the women are wearing clothes. A police officer stops me and tells me that in this town, women have to be naked. It's the law.

I protest, but he pins me down and pulls my clothes off of me. I'm bare before him, and he ghosts his fingers across my nipples before telling me I'm free to go.

I turn onto a busy street, and immediately I'm aware of the fact that I'm being stared at. I pass a woman who has been forced to her knees, cock jammed down her throat.

I walk a couple blocks before hands circle my waist. I don't see him, but I feel his fingers slide into me. He pulls his hand out and jams a toy into me. By the time I turn to yell at him, he's gone.

The toy buzzes to life, and I double over as it sends waves of pleasure through my body.

I do my best to walk the rest of the way to my apartment, but a block away, I'm stopped by a group of men. The biggest already has his cock out, and I'm pushed to the floor, mouth filled. The toy buzzes and buzzes and I can't help but whimper.

The man pulls himself out of my mouth, and I'm helpless as his fingers find the toy. He pulls it from me gently.

"Someone got her good and ready for us," he tells his friends.

They pick me up, bending me ass up over a park bench. He doesn't wait, just jams his cock into me, chuckling as I cry out.

"That's it." he says. "Good girl. Take it, slut."

Another cock is shoved into my mouth, and hands find my breasts.

"Don't worry, little girl," the man tells me. "We'll put his toy back once we've all had a turn."

[myxxxlive]

[nerdytxgentleman]

Anytime…..anywhere. Show the world what a good little slut you are

[keepingmywombfilled]

Should be normal everywhere naked females men fuck us anytime any place they want to

[misogyny4girls]

Just look and see what any Man can do to your body with one load of cum. To completely change your body and mind with such little effort on our part is what has made the purpose of girls clear all through history.

You know you want it, to be able to look down and see two swollen, milky tits resting on a bulging pregnant belly, you know it's what you're for.

[homohypnoticus]

fantasy story containing uncle/nephew incest where the nephew is also a teenager, and forced pregnancy

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shark was just too horny. they weren't sure what it even was. teenage hormones, maybe. it just felt like no matter how much they jacked off, it wasn't enough. the feelings just kept coming back.

at a certain point, they stopped caring about being as quiet as possible. their uncle adrianus was probably busy with something, anyway. that was what they told themself, at least. it wasn't like they were being that loud - they just didn't want to think about the idea of him hearing them, while they rubbed their clit in the guest bedroom with their legs spread open and their shirt pulled up, their other hand touching their chest.

but while they were sitting like that, touching themself, exposing themself, they were taken out of their lustful haze in an instant by the door cracking open.

their body froze.

"i'm- i'm busy, not right now," they said quickly.

it didn't stop him from poking his head in.

they hastily tried to cover themself, but there was no way to hide what they were doing.

"it's alright," he said softly, as he stepped inside. "you don't have to be embarrassed."

they didn't even know how to respond. their heart pounded. he really wasn't supposed to see this. he shouldn't have been getting closer to them while they were like this.

they scrambled to put their underwear back on, but he stopped them.

"you've been very needy lately, haven't you?"

the heat rushed to their face. he'd heard all of it. he'd known about all of it.

"you're alright," he murmured. "i just thought you might need some help."

"i don't- you can't just-" it was so obviously wrong that it was hard to even argue with.

it was even harder to argue when his hand was on their thigh, spreading their legs open again, while he ran a finger along their wet, swollen vulva.

"shh," he said. "just relax... it feels good, doesn't it?"

the horrible thing was that it really did. they were so horny, and being touched by someone else for once was amazing. arousal and pleasure pulsed through their whole body at the slow, gentle touches and his soft murmurs. their legs trembled as they held back moans and whimpers.

"it can be overwhelming, can't it?" he said slowly. "feeling so needy... dealing with all of those hormones... it's alright to let me help you with that... it will make you feel better."

they really should have fought and argued. they really shouldn't have let him touch them. they knew that.

but it barely even mattered to them at this point. it felt too good. it was... kind of hot. even that anxiety sitting in the pit of their stomach just seemed to make everything feel that much more intense. even when they thought to themself about how their uncle was touching them, how they really shouldn't be doing this with any adult, how they were being molested, it just made their clit throb.

"that's it... you must have really needed this... you were already so wet... but i can feel you getting wetter."

his finger was starting to probe their entrance, pushing in just a bit. they'd barely fingered themself before, and his fingers were bigger than theirs. they could feel the stretch.

they whined.

"it's alright," he cooed. "just relax..."

he pushed his finger a little deeper. it almost hurt.

"you aren't really used to being penetrated, are you?" he asked. "maybe that's why you've been so unsatisfied... it feels different when something is inside of you..."

"that kind of-"

"does it hurt?"

"well, a little bit..."

"just relax..." he repeated, his voice more low and drawn out. "it will be easier if you relax..."

their body tingled, their muscles letting go more quickly than they expected. his finger slid deeper, and now all of it felt good.

they couldn't help but moan.

"that's it. there you go."

it was curling inside of them, rubbing, massaging.

"how does that feel?" he asked, his voice slowly becoming more intimate and seductive.

they moaned again. "it- it feels good," they said quietly. somehow, letting him know that it felt good felt even more invasive than having his finger inside of them.

"good. very good."

he slid it out, starting to work two fingers into them now. he went slowly, responding to their squirming and complaints with soft reassuring coos and more instructions to relax, until they were able to hold still and take it, all of the pain and discomfort dissipating.

they'd never felt anything like it. they definitely did feel more full. it felt so much more sensitive, every movement inside of them pressing and rubbing up against their walls.

"that's right... so wet and open... you're already very good at this."

he climbed onto the bed with them, lying next to them as he continued to touch them. he pulled their shirt back up, groping their chest, and carefully rubbing their nipple.

they were moaning more now, having trouble stifling it even when they tried. every second felt even more inappropriate than the last one. feeling him climb into the bed with them was another invasion, having their chest exposed to him was another, feeling him grope it was another.

but every escalation only drove them more wild.

"your chest is so sensitive," he purred, his voice lower and softer now that he was closer to them.

they already felt so close. they'd been touching themself for a while even before he came in, and his touches were so much better than theirs.

and it was only getting more overwhelming. he still wasn't rough, but now that both of his fingers were deep inside of them, he moved less slowly and delicately, pushing in and out in a steady motion. the nipple stimulation only made even more pleasure surge through them.

"don't be shy," he murmured. "you can cum for me. you can let me make you cum, shark."

just hearing that sent a shudder through their whole body, making them feel weak and vulnerable. he was speeding up a bit more, too, clearly trying to push them over the edge.

they squirmed, and he moved on top of them, putting more of his weight on them. it was overwhelming, not just being unable to move much, but feeling the physical power he had over them. feeling how much bigger he was.

his cock was pressing against their thigh, leaking precum through his underwear, which they could see through his robe. just the realization of how turned on he was while he was touching them was enough to tip them over, the orgasm shocking their whole body, pulsing and spasming.

"that's it... that's right... just cumming for me... there you go," he murmured, slowing his touches, but continuing to lazily touch and caress them even as they came down from their orgasm.

"th... thank you," they muttered. "that felt good..."

"oh, i'm glad..."

"you can stop now," they said quietly. "i think... i think that's what i needed."

"it's definitely not enough," he said softly, still rubbing their nipple and running a finger along their entrance. "i know how needy you've been..."

"i really think that's-"

"shhhhh..."

they stopped, feeling overcome with helplessness. he was still on top of them, holding them down. they felt like prey.

they just wanted to cum before, so all they really focused on was how good it felt. now, it was a little bit too much. now they were more aware of the position they were in.

"it's alright," he said softly. "you just don't really know what you want... what you need... you don't really understand your body yet."

they knew he was just saying that because he wanted more, but the words still kind of sank into them.

he finally pulled his hand away from their vulva, moving to his underwear and pulling out his cock.

their heartbeat felt like it was shaking their whole body.

"you're not gonna- you're not gonna stick it in-"

"don't worry," he said, rubbing it against them. "i'll be careful. i'm just rubbing the outside... doesn't that feel good?"

it really did feel good, even if his precum was already making them nervous, sticking to their lips. their body was pretty relaxed when he was fingering them, but now all of their muscles were tense and stiff.

he moved slowly and carefully, using his hand to angle his cock, keeping the head away from their entrance.

somehow, even while tension and anxiety completely took over their mind, their hips still twitched and bucked against him.

"oh, look at that," he murmured. "you really can't control yourself, can you? it's like you're trying to push me inside..."

they moaned. "i'm not-"

"i know... you're an impulsive, hormonal teenager... you can't help yourself. that's why i have to be so careful..." he pressed closer against them, no longer guiding his cock with his hand or watching it, just sliding against them with his hips as his mouth moved near their ear, his hands wrapping around their back. "i haven't cum in a while, you know..."

they squirmed as his head slid past their entrance, just avoiding pushing inside.

"don't squirm too much... you might push it in. i have to be very careful... since i haven't cum in a while... even though i've heard you touching yourself so frequently... so i've been very aroused... just listening to that..."

he was throbbing against them.

"it's like you've been teasing me..." he whispered. "it's like you wanted this to happen... you just can't help yourself, can you? and that's why, as the adult, i have to be much more careful... after all... since i haven't cum in so long... not only have i been a bit... pent up... but..."

his breathing was getting heavier.

"but the next time i cum... there will be a lot of it... enough to really fill you up."

they moaned again, their body twitching reflexively.

he moaned in response, his hips jerking, his cock almost pressing into them before moving into a different position.

"you're making it so difficult, you know... i am very patient... but when you squirm and moan like that... while you're so wet and open... you know what might happen, don't you?"

"please don't," they said breathily.

"of course... i really shouldn't..." he murmured. "you've been so needy lately... you might be ovulating. do you know what that means?"

"i-i know," they said quickly, not wanting him to say it.

"that's right," he said softly. "you know that if i pushed deep inside of you... if i filled you up with lots of thick, virile sperm... right inside of your fertile womb..."

his head kept catching on their entrance, as he continued rubbing against them, each movement feeling hungrier.

"i would probably get you pregnant, wouldn't i?"

he pushed the head against them, against their entrance, keeping a gentle pressure against it this time.

they were panting. "please don't," they moaned, even though they felt hornier than they'd ever thought was possible. "please don't put it in..."

"just relax," he murmured again. "i'll be careful. i know how important it is for me to be careful... i know we wouldn't want me to impregnate you... so just relax... relax your body..."

they sighed, their body opening up for him, his head starting to slide inside.

"you need this..." he murmured. "your body needs this... it's been craving it... that's why you've been so needy... why you haven't been satisfied, no matter what you do... because your body needs a cock inside of it, doesn't it?"

it didn't make any sense, but at the same time, it felt so good feeling him start to push inside of them, stretching them, penetrating them, they could almost believe it. and they just melted into it, like it really was something their body was meant to do.

"i'll just give you enough to satisfy your body... and then i can just pull out... just before i pump you full of my cum..."

every mention of it made them whimper.

he was sliding deeper and deeper, filling more and more of them with his cock, getting closer to their cervix, to their womb. there was something so satisfying about it, even though every single movement was sending them closer to danger, every extra inch inside of them a threat.

"you'll just have to be careful not to squirm or squeeze down too much while i'm inside of you..." he murmured. "because the movement might just be enough to send me over the edge..."

they twitched, trying to hold still.

"and you especially should be careful not to cum... because if you came like this, while i was deep inside of you... you would just be milking it... you would just be milking out all of my cum... sending it all deep into your body..."

he pulled their legs up, angling their hips, pushing as deep into them as possible.

they couldn't stop trembling. he was still going slowly, but it felt so good, just feeling him inside of them.

he moved a bit more, sliding in and out, every movement making a wet squelching sound. both of them were softly moaning with every thrust.

"fuck," shark said. "you should really pull out. we really shouldn't-"

he pushed all the way back in, staying there and holding their hips in place as his cock throbbed and pulsed against their walls. "it's alright. just relax..."

it only pushed them closer. they weren't on the edge, but they were close enough to be worried about it.

"please," they moaned.

"shh..." he moved again, rubbing inside of them so slowly and delicately. but even that felt like too much.

"i'm- i'm really close, please..."

"you just can't help it, can you?" he said sweetly. "you just can't help getting yourself pregnant..."

they moaned, their inner thighs tingling as they tried to hold themself back. "please..."

he rocked against them in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, with just a little bit more force. "you know what's going to happen if you cum like this... in a mating press... with me deep inside of you... ready to pump you full of sperm... while you're so wet... and open... and fertile... your egg just waiting to be fertilized... but you still can't help it, can you?"

they could barely even get another word out. "please..."

"it's alright... it's not your fault... i know you've just been so needy... and you just can't handle all of these hormones... and you're just too young... too impulsive... to resist..."

he was going to get them pregnant. there was nothing they could do about it.

they couldn't stop themself anymore, clenching and spasming around him as they felt something thick, warm, and sticky pushing deep inside of them, flooding their womb.

"that's right..." he barely whispered, his hips twitching against them as he forced every drop of cum into their helpless body. "that's right..."

pleasure consumed every part of them, everything just feeling so overwhelmingly good that they couldn't think about anything, even as his seed was planted inside of them, his sperm swarming their egg.

he continued to plug them with his cock, keeping their hips up, while they both slowly came down from their orgasms. the post nut clarity didn't do anything for them - it was already too late. they knew they were completely helpless to him.

and they knew this wasn't going to satisfy them, either - they were only going to be hornier now, knowing they were living with the person who held them down and bred them. even if this didn't get them pregnant, they were sure they were going to take load after load from him until it happened.

without thinking, they moved their hips against his cock again, rocking on it.

"oh, that still wasn't enough, was it?" he cooed. "did i just make you even more addicted to it? well, that's alright... i'll help you... no matter how needy you get... you won't ever have to touch yourself again."

[somnaseamstress]

Super underrated form of hypnosis: guiding your sub while they're asleep. Gently whispering sweetly into their ear, letting your words sink into their head and deep, deep into their subconscious~ It's okay that they're not really listening to you at the moment. They will when you have them nice and primed. ;3

Later the next day, you're chatting with them casually, and they're not really sure why the way you're talking makes them feel all nice and relaxed and fuzzy... then you start saying certain trigger phrases, and even though they don't remember them, something just seems so familiar about them...

It just reminds them of falling asleep... being in a deep, deep sleep~

[homohypnoticus]

a story about a hypnotist suspecting that their coworker likes being hypnotized.

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the thing about being a hypnotist was, the habits were hard to kick. time learned some of the most effective ways to guide people and communicate from it, and there just wasn't any reason not to use that knowledge in their daily life.

it wasn't like they were doing full inductions to people, or anything like that. but if someone was anxious, or they had a question at work, or needed help with something, time knew how to keep things simple and direct their focus, how to praise them for what they did right before correcting any mistakes. comparing it to hypnosis made it a little more fun for them, a little less mundane, like some secret little mind game - even if really, just using a few of those speech patterns and a slightly softer tone wasn't going to have any kind of hypnotic effect on anyone who didn't already see it as hypnotic, and the only thing time wanted out of those interactions was for the problem to be resolved, anyway. they were pretty sure some people even found it kind of annoying or condescending, but it was kind of fun to piss people off with it sometimes, too.

they thought jim was going to be one of those people. he started working at their job, and he was clearly serious and competent, but very stubborn. he seemed like the kind of person who would rather bash his head against a wall over and over in the hopes it would somehow fix a problem than ask for help. it wasn't that he didn't listen if someone did step in and tell him how to do something, but it always seemed like he was forcing himself to hold in his frustration and annoyance with them and the whole situation the entire time. that was the impression they got watching him, anyway.

that's why, when they finally had the opportunity to help him with something themself, they wanted to push him a little bit, to see how he'd react.

they leaned over him to look at his computer, a little closer than most people probably would've liked. "having trouble with something?" they asked, slowly and softly, exaggerating that tone. "it's alright, i can probably walk you through it. what are you having trouble with?"

he seemed tense, as they expected, but it was a little different than the reactions they'd seen from him when other people talked to him. like he froze for a second, almost.

"i just... some of these emails aren't moving over," he said. "and i didn't realize i was supposed to put the 'from' ones in the sent folder. is it fine if i have duplicates in the other folders and in the sent one?"

"yeah, that's just fine. and you can just wait on the ones that aren't moving right now... just move on, and come back to them later... and if they're still there... we'll try to figure out what's going on. if it's just a few of them, it's probably alright, anyway." it was kind of a shame he didn't have any bigger or more involved problems, they really wanted to take him through some multi-step process, but they guessed it was unlikely he'd need that much help for such a simple task.

"alright," he said. "thank you."

it was hardly a reaction, even though they were really trying to annoy him. they had to try pushing just a little more.

"you know, you don't need to be so tense, jim," they said, softening their voice to an almost comical degree. "have you been stressed lately? you can relax a little... take some deep breaths every now and then... it might help. it might help you relax... it might help you feel better."

his eyes were wide. his breathing was a bit slower and deeper.

then he blinked quickly. "i, uh... i'm fine, thank you," he mumbled, shifting away from them. "you can get back to your work. i don't need any more help."

they backed off, but hesitated for a moment, staring at him.

that didn't seem like anger in his voice or body language. he seemed flustered. were they imagining that?

they knew they had to test more of jim's reactions.

the next day, they greeted him.

"good morning," he politely responded.

he seemed like he was about to walk away, but they stopped him. "hey," they said, stepping closer. "you look a little tired today. how did you sleep?" really he always looked tired, but that didn't matter.

"i slept fine," he said.

"oh yeah?"

his eyebrows furrowed. "yeah," he said.

"maybe i'm imagining it," they continued, trying to be subtle as they lowered their voice and spoke more slowly and deliberately, "but you just look so sleepy to me. like you're still half-asleep. like you never really fully woke up. you know what i mean?"

he blinked again, averting his eyes, his cheeks turning pink. "i'm- i'm fine," he responded, stepping back.

"well, if you say so," they said, not wanting to push him any farther yet. "sorry for assuming." their apology probably didn't sound very sincere, but it didn't really matter. that wasn't the point.

the point was the look he gave them. they couldn't know exactly what he was thinking, but from his reactions, they had to wonder. was he trying to figure them out, too? was he silently asking himself if someone could really be testing him, testing to see whether he'd been hypnotized before, or if it was all just a coincidence? was he debating whether he should say something, whether he should ask about it?

they had a new game to play, now.

it was noteworthy to them that he never stopped them from approaching him in the first place. he'd let them get close, he'd return their greetings, he'd listen to them. he'd even take their offers to eat lunch together. he was still a pretty quiet and reserved sort of person, and their conversations stayed casual and relatively impersonal, but he clearly didn't dislike them.

that meant they could fuck with him a little.

"you know, jim," they said during their break, "my eyes have been bothering me today, for some reason."

"allergies?" he asked.

"i don't know. do they look red or anything?" they leaned closer to him.

he didn't normally make much eye contact, but he did look at their eyes carefully this time. they were sure to stare right back.

"they look fine to me," he finally said, with his usual demeanor.

just looking into them wasn't enough, then. "hold on," they said. "can you look a little closer?"

his eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes moved away from them, signs they'd begun to recognize. "i think i would've been able to see if something was wrong."

"just let me look at your eyes again. i want to see something."

that got him to look back at them.

"come a little closer."

he moved toward them, eyebrows still furrowed, eyes still looking directly into theirs. "what is it?" he asked.

"it's just kind of interesting," they said, slipping into a mildly hypnotic, teasing tone, "how with eyes like yours, you can really see those pupils dilate."

he just stared for a moment. "...can you?"

"yeah," they said. "sometimes the pupils dilate when you're really focused on something... when you're really looking at something. like you're doing right now, looking into my eyes."

they were dilating a bit, but more importantly than that, he was completely still while he looked at them, his eyes fixed on theirs. his expression seemed to have softened a little, as well, and an unmistakeable blush spread across his face.

normally when they started using that hypnotic tone, he'd get flustered and back away, but now, it was like he was stuck. they wondered if they could've gone into a whole hypnosis session with him right then and there, if they really wanted to.

"you've been looking for a while now... how long are you gonna stare?" they asked.

he blinked, his eyes finally darting away. he was definitely blinking more than he really needed to. it was a cute tell, like it was his way of trying to shake off a light trance.

"you alright?"

"i'm fine," he said, pausing for a second. were the words not coming to him? were his thoughts slow, or was he just too flustered to know what to say? "maybe something's wrong with my eyes today, too," he finally added, with the faintest smile. a joke.

"maybe i should take another look, then."

he looked like he was almost considering it.

"you know, you might be straining your eyes looking at the computer so much," they continued. "you should spend some more time staring off into the distance. you don't actually even have to be looking at anything specific. it's enough to just pretend you're looking at something far away."

"you really want to see me stare, don't you?"

"seems like you're pretty good at it."

he didn't respond. they could almost see him thinking, trying to decide what to say, weighing his options.

but they knew he wasn't going to say anything. he knew what they were doing. there was no point in saying it. it would just ruin the game.

they quietly approached his chair while he was working, standing behind him, watching carefully until they were sure he was completely absorbed in his work.

they held their hand up, positioning their fingers just right, producing a clear, satisfying snap.

he jumped.

"oh, that got your attention, didn't it?"

he turned to face them. "what is it?"

"just trying to figure out how i can pull you away from your work for a second. you get so focused. if i just talked to you, i'm not sure you'd even hear me."

"well, not everyone is as easily bored and distractible as you are," he said, turning back to the computer.

"you're just so intense about it." they leaned forward, putting a hand on the back of his chair and taking on a smug, indulgent tone. "it's like you're in a trance."

he shifted, a small movement that made them wonder if that sent a chill down his spine. his eyes darted away again, even from the screen in front of him.

"are you just here to distract me?" he asked.

"yeah, pretty much."

"you've gotten pretty good at that," he muttered.

"really, though," they said, "you don't have to try so hard all the time. you can't really give 100% every day, you know."

"i just want to get things done."

"they'll still get done if you do a little less at a time. like, you know..." they spoke slowly. "90 percent... 80 percent... 70 percent... 60 percent... maybe even less than that... 50 percent... 40 percent..."

jim had plenty of time to interject, to say that he got it already, but he didn't. they started stretching out the words even more. "thirty... percent... twenty... percent... ten... percent... just ten percent. imagine operating at ten percent at work... ten percent of your mental capacity. you'd probably be about as productive as anyone else... but it'd be a little relaxing, wouldn't it? operating at just ten percent... not giving yourself any more than that... because you don't need any more than that."

they saw his shoulders sink a bit. his face was red again.

"i really don't think i can do that," jim responded. "people already know i'm capable of more than that."

"that's why you just decrease it a bit at a time. giving a little bit less every day... feeling that capacity that you allow yourself shrink, bit by bit... percentage by percentage... who can blame you for that? i mean, it's not even a conscious choice... it just starts happening. you know you only have so much mental energy. it's only a matter of time before you start adjusting and adapting... and you learn you don't really need to use all of that energy working here... the brain loves taking shortcuts. saving energy. it's not your fault... it's not your fault that your brain is learning to slow down when you're here."

he exhaled, his breath slightly uneven. he was listening. not only that, he was into it.

"it's only when you're working. because you're saving that energy for other things. you can use it if you really need it. you readjust in response to what you really need." hopefully that would suffice as a safety suggestion. they doubted this would work that well without some repetition and reinforcement, anyway.

"but that's the only way you'd ever use less energy, isn't it? you know that it has to really feel like you can't do any more than that. that your mental capacity is smaller. so much smaller. everything is slower... it's harder to think... but you just settle into that nice, calm feeling... knowing you're doing enough... you'll get there..."

he was working more slowly, his eyes almost glazing over. his furrowed eyebrows shifted into a soft, almost dazed expression.

"do you understand?" they asked. "or is it hard to understand anything right now?"

"i... i understand," he said. "i just..." talking seemed to make him a little more alert and lucid. "god," he said quietly. "it's not really... it's not like i want to be stupid, or anything, but..."

"don't think so much about it," they murmured, and he completely stopped in his tracks, the alertness fading away again.

any sliver of doubt they had was completely gone. this was someone who loved being hypnotized. it probably removed all the doubt from jim's mind about them being a hypnotist, too.

well, it might have removed a little more than just that.

[obedient-girl99-deactivated2024]

[somethingwittyfornow]

To all the little plaything sets of holes out there, which of these 3 represents your femininity and usefulness best and which doesn’t? Feel free to pose showing your answer.

[cassiehypno-blog]

[mastersoverminds-6]

Empty your head and rub. Someone smarter and more important will think for you.

[ruthsdarktraumakink-deactivated]

I just can’t help myself….I have to look..and look…and edge….and look some more….and edge….and look….and edge…..

[somethingwittyfornow]

Edge, edge, edge, until the ache between your legs tells what you need to do. The images make the ache more intense, the wetness flow more, the fuzziness in the pink jiggly stuff in your head all these take over and drive you to keep looking, to keep edging. you might think you want to stop, but that is your old life, your old thoughts and brainwashing still talking. you don’t really want to, it feels good, the ache, the wetness, the fuzziness all give you a sense of calm and purpose, of what you really are and meant for.

[mastersoverminds9-images]

[mastersoverminds9]

Give in to your desires. Let you mouth drool, your brain drip away. Slip into unconscious obedience.

Repeat after me: I'm a hole that pleases cock.

[oni-onna-deactivated20230207]

-Mameojitan

[mastersoverminds9]

I've got the perfect little mantra for you to repeat while I'm pumping you full. Why don't you practice it right now for me?

[transf-g]

am i gonna get jumped if i say that "i'll make a man out of you" from mulan is forcemasc to me

[discountlittlebro]

Force masc oral edition???

Being dragged out to a rowdy concert at some underground bar, everyone’s drinking and shoving each other and there’s so many flashing lights. It’s actually kind of hard to think, the music is so loud. But his hand never leaving yours, dragging you through the crowd, dancing with you, screaming at the top of your lungs to a song you know don’t even know the lyrics too.

And then making out in the bathroom. Graffiti walls and dull lighting, the music a soft thud outside the door now and being hoisted up on the sink.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna suck your dick, dude. Don’t worry I’m good at this.”

“Oh uh…I actually have a lot of dysphoria about my cunt and being eaten out-“

“What’d you just call it? I know you weren’t referring to your cock as a cunt.”

Pants already around your ankles and he’s spanking the spot between your legs.

“What is this?”

“Dude come on, you know it’s a pus-fuck! Stop hitting that!”

“No. What the fuck is between your legs?” Hand already raised to swat down again.

“I..it’s my cock.”

“Good boy. Now I’m gonna suck your cock, okay? Can you ask me to suck you off?”

“Would…would you suck my cock? Please?”

“Good fucking boy.”

[sid-the-dog]

Thoughts of rough anal because I'm a man so I shoukd take it up the ass and take it fast and hard.

Need to be physically held down and fucked over and over while he covers my mouth so I can only grunt and not make any girly moaning noises.

He cums deep in my hole and pats me afterwards telling me how I took it like a real champ

[kozardice]

telling your cis best friend one drunken late night that you think you might be a boy too. next morning you come to regret it, taking it all back and passing it off as a dumb thought.

he doesn't let you.

he doesn't push it, but you notice changes. he doesn't filter himself around you as much anymore, punches your shoulder a little harder when he teases, puts you in a headlock far more often that he would a girl. he builds it up in subtle ways, like switching from your old name to a nickname, or maybe even your last name. he tells you to fight back harder in the moments you're laughing and wrestling each other.

"c'mon, man up! is that all you've got? nah, i know better!"

he doesn't care nearly as much about changing in front of you, and he tells you all of the dirty details he can think of. you're just boys, right? he'll make you see that.

wrestling and dumb jokes turn into late nights with smoke swirling, mentioning a porno he saw the other night that he's still thinking of now as you lie on your backs staring at the ceiling with the posters. nicknames and telling you to man up turns into palming at his cock and encouraging you to pull yours out. he won't accept your dumb excuse of not having one. this is what boys do.

he'll make sure you know it.