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saturn devouring his son type facial expression but its me sucking my own fluids off my dildo
Emily clenched her jaws as the tentacle pressed to her lips, denying it entrance. Sticky, sweet smelling the colour of rose wine dripped from it's tip, onto her chin before stringing down onto her bare chest.
Moving was out of the question, the grabber tentacle was pressed to her spine, its legs wrapping around her with an iron tight embrace, lifting her off of the floor and pinning her arms to her side. Stinger tentacles were already lodged inside her fattening tits, the hormone laced aphrodisiacs forcing them to radiate pleasure as they were plumped up. Her clit and nipples were under assault from the suction tips attached to them, forcing her to orgasm and writhe even at the point of over-stimulation.
She guessed it was the nest's way to wear her down - to make every fiber of her body ache so she would have no choose but to surrender.
From the muffled moans and whimpers from the surrounding darkness, half her crew had already succumbed. The rest wouldn't be too far behind. If only Emily could hold onto her sense of self, she could warn the ship - warn the colony. No one would know that the returning science expeditionary crew would be carrying the seed of a new nest inside each of them. That they would be forced by instinct to find the dark, quiet parts of the colony to birth their eggs so a fresh nest would be spawned. Growing. Assimilating. Creating happy little worker drones out of the colonists, happy to worship their tentacle masters.
"Fuck you," Emily hissed as the tentacle tried for her mouth again, left confused and non-plussed by the non-compliant host refusing to let it put her to sleep.
Something much higher up unfurled itself from the ceiling, stretching down into view. The tentacle pulsed a bioluminescent galaxy of stars across it's surface, radiating waves and spirals as it approach Emily's head.
Her heart froze with horror.
Tentaclum hypnoticus... The Sleeper's Gift.
Emily had often suspect that individual tentacles were part of gestalt entity, and that the reports of individual tentacles were the product of freshly planted nests in their infancy, before specilisation could take place. Before the nest could adapt itself to the local flora and fauna, learning to infect the local ecosystem and turn it to the nest's advantage.
The co-oridination of the tentacles in her current predicament were too precise - too intelligent to be down to pure chance.
Shaking her head back and forth, she defied hypnoticus touch, making it impossible for it to grip onto her and begin the brainwashing proccess.
Somehow it sensed her - senses the defiance in her mind.
That would not do.
The nest needed her mind; needed her cunning. The other humans trusted her. Relied on her expertise. She would enable the new nest to enslave half the colony before anyone was aware of the corruption.
The grabber stretched up the back of her neck, curling around her skull. Fresh legs grow out of the side, restraining her into place. Forcing her still.
"No! Please!" Emily pleaded even as her full, heavy tits began to leak the same pink liquid, sending the tentacles latched onto them in a feeding frenzy.
Hypnoticus was deaf to her pleas, unable to listen or understand her human words. It simply unfurled itself around her head, gripping it gently as it attempted to pulse it's message deep into her brain.
Emily squeeze her eyes shut, trying to ignore the pretty patterns that bled through her eyelids. Tried to ignore the near constant edging that never allowed her to spill out into release. She had to hold on. As long as she kept her eyes closed, she would be fine. She would be-
She cried out as something sharp cracked across the bare skin of her butt, her eyes wide open in shock.
In...
In......
The swirling, pulsing lights of hypnoticus were wonderfully captivating, filling her mind up with empty, tingling pleasure. Her mind stalled, her thoughts frozen into place.
She didn't even resist as the by her mouth sensed the change in the host's disposition, splitting apart to seal her mouth as it lodged two small tendrils into her nose.
To put her to sleep.
To make her ready...
*** *** ***
They crept from the cave entrance, the six of them. Each of them carried their gift to the colony inside of them, ready to follow their new instincts and birth the new nests. One had been left behind - Mara. She had been left behind for the nest to experiment upon. To learn from. She would be releases - sooner or later. Once the Nest understood human psychology and had found the optimal way to subjugate it.
It would be a three day trip back in the crawler to the colony of Hope.
Long enough for them to learn to suppress the moans as the eggs inside of them twitched with new life.
Long enough for them to remember what it was to be human...
Flirting with a sub while their mind is blank is one of the hottest things you can do as a tist.
It's all so hot. The way their demeanor changes upon hearing you call them adorable, the absent-minded showing off when you make a comment on how a certain body part looks. The rolling eyes, and their moans, and their mumbled "thank you" after any sort of compliment, their brains breaking from all the praise they're recieving.
The most arousing part, however, is seeing their self esteem change. A lot of people are self-concious, or have trouble calling themselves cute. But when they're hypnotized, their minds mold to your words, turning even the most self-deprecating subs into whimpering toys, mindlessly telling you about how cute they are and how pretty they feel~
And if there's one thing subs really deserve, it's the knowlwdge that they are all really cute and pretty, especially when they're moaning all their thoughts away <3
barcades are fucking magical. I infodumped to a hot stranger about wolfenstein for Too Long and ended up making out with them???? On the mouth???
This shit is free???
You dare have a better time than me??? On my own post??? Blocked.
I want my brain to turn to mush. Dizzy from your control, thinking simply isn't for me. I've spent so long being so smart, don't you want to ruin it? With pretty little spirals and the perfect training, I could be the most wonderful puppy.
Fun fact: Cheetahs only attack prey that runs
jesus that is good to know.
Yup, that’s the point you just stay still and let it do whatever the fuck it wants that doesn’t involved you getting eaten.
REALLY FUN FACT for big cats cheetahs are fucking docile as shit
my grandfather ran a cheetah sanctuary in south africa and he’d just lie with them and sleep among them and they’d rub against him and chirp at him they’re big fucking babies
Another Fun Fact: Cheetahs are incredibly nervous animals. One of the (many) reason’s they’re going extinct is that cheetahs are so sensitive and nervous, some of them are literally too nervous to breed. Others will breed, but stress themselves out so much, they’ll lose their cubs. So zoos with breeding programs had to figure out how to make cheetahs comfortable enough to first of all, get laid and secondly - not spazz themselves into miscarrying. So what’d they do? They gave the cheetah’s their very own Service Dogs! The dogs make them feel safe, protected and secure!
AJHHHHFDDGHH SO PRECIOUS
this post just got so much better
THIS IS OFFICIALLY MY FAVOURITE POST
this is emmett and cullen they are best friends
This is the greatest thing I’ve seen all day.
Dogs are truly angels.
so THATS why these cheetah ft dogo pics exist
the anxiety cat
Also! Cheetahs are not in fact classified as big cats, they are simply very large lesser cats, due to the fact that they purr, meow, chirp, and cannot roar. Also many cheetahs have learned to recognize wildlife photographers are friends and not foes, so they will just come up to people and be friendly occasionally as pictured at the top of the chain. Some will even leave their Cubs with photographers to look after while they hunt. So. Yeah. Cheetahs are great
this works because cheetahs are actually fairly social animals, and they look to members of their group for context on how worried they should be about any given Situation. but since cheetahs are also nervous social animals, they can work each other into an anxiety spiral pretty easily over things like “being in an enclosed habitat” and “there’s a guy over there”.
so by introducing a dog as a member of the group, the cheetahs will now look to the dog for context clues on how worried they should be! and the dog Is Not Worried At All, Thanks, so the cheetahs think everything must be chill even if they were personally unsure about it, and they stop being so freaked out about literally everything.
Cheetah: oh god what’s going on how are we feeling weird spotless cheetah
Dog: :) fine, thanks
Cheetah: :) oh, okay
Wasn’t expecting this of all posts to be the first tumblr post I’ve ever seen crest 2mil notes, but I’ll take it
i desperately want to see pics and vids of people reacting at realizing “there’s a dog in there” at the cheetah exhibit
This is a wonderful little ray of light in an otherwise bleak world.
We hadn't always gotten along. When our parents got married, we could barely stand each other. How could we get along with some brat we barely knew? Luckily, I had an idea. I bought a clicker - you know, the one they use to train dogs? - and got to work.
I started with "thank you". Every time you said it, maybe at dinner, in the car, at a restaurant, I pressed the clicker. You couldn't tell where the sound was coming from, and nobody else seemed to know what you were talking about. But soon, I started helping you with chores around the house and when we finished, *click*. And without really thinking about it, you'd say "thank you."
A few months passed, and you'd started to notice things about me. I took care of myself. I was clean, and I exercised regularly. You'd hang around when you knew I'd be back from the gym just to catch a whiff of the sweat and metal on me when I returned - our eyes caught once when you got a little too close, and for the first time you saw something primal, a little dark, in my gaze. But it passed in an instant.
We started getting along better, now. So one day, when you were lying on the couch with a snack bowl, I snatched it up and motioned to throw it into your mouth. Well, innocent enough, right? And it wasn't like I was eating much, so it's fine, right? Every time you open your mouth to catch, *click*, *click*, *click*.
Then, I invited you to come work out with me. Every time you did a squat, *click*. I told you it was a metronome to keep your intensity up, but you noticed the bulge in my sweatpants was bigger than usual. Wait, when did you start noticing my bulge, especially enough to know that...?
Finally, it was time. I'd been listening outside your bedroom door for weeks now, and I knew when you'd be asleep. I quietly opened your door and stepped into your room, locking it behind me. You stirred at the sound of the lock clicking, but I wasn't afraid.
I gingerly pulled down the covers and just... stared for a while. I'd never taken the time to really look at how beautiful you are, how gorgeous those curves were. I could hardly stand it. As you lay on your side, I took out the clicker, and *click* it once. Laying on your side, like you were on the couch with the snacks, you obediently open your mouth.
I pull down my pants, my long, thick cock swinging between my thighs. I brush the back of my hand over your cheek, then set it firmly against the back of your head, and push into your mouth.
You wake up almost immediately, but my hand stops you from pulling back as I force inch after throbbing inch down your throat. The more you struggle, the tighter you feel, the harder I push, until you felt your nose press into my hips. You push as hard as you can against me, but I'm so much bigger and stronger than you it doesn't do anything. I don't even budge.
I start to grind into your skull, making you swallow the thick, heavy head of my cock again and again, as I groan in pleasure. I start thrusting harder and harder, making your eyes water as I slam my hips into your face again and again, until finally, mercifully, I release inside you, deep inside your throat. You feel me pulse with your whole mouth, and you struggle to swallow each load of thick, hot, sticky cum while I'm still inside you.
With a shuddering breath, I pull out, letting you breathe properly for the first time in minutes. I watch while you cough and catch your breath, and then I ask, "what do you say?"
You breathe in intending to scream, but then you hear it, just one soft *click*, and all you can say is "thank you".
You stare at me, confused. I wipe my cum off your chin with my thumb, and *click* again. "Thank you", you say.
"I knew it. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Now," I push you onto your back, "spread for me."
*click*
You raise your legs to either side, exactly like you're doing a squat.
"I don't - I don't understand," you whimper, legs still in the air.
"You don't have to," I reply, reaching one hand between your legs to feel how wet you are.
"You're soaking, little girl," as I bring my hand up for you to see... Then make you taste it. I reach back down and slip in two of my thick, strong fingers, and cover your mouth with my other hand as you moan. I press up in just the right spot, rubbing in tight, quick circles so deliciously that you can't help but arch your back and grind into me. You feel the pleasure build and all thought leaves your mind; the only thing that matters is my fingers inside you, the scent of my hand over your mouth, and the lingering taste of me.
But before you can finish I pull my fingers out, pressing up and out, leaving you twitching and gasping. "Not yet," I mutter, and I move myself down between your legs. I line up my cock, slapping it down on your tummy first. It reaches your navel, and you feel a wave of fear that only makes you wetter. I pull back, then start pushing in.
It's thick, thick, thick, and heavy. I stretch you out wider than you thought possible, pressuring you in every direction, spreading your aching cunt and making you feel full inside for the first time in your life. Long, deep strokes, moving your whole body with every thrust, reaching inside you, my breath coming fast and hard.
And you hear it again.
*click*
"Thank you," you choke out between sobs.
*click*
"Thank you," you moan.
*click*
"Thank you," you plead, tears in your eyes.
My strokes come faster now, slamming inside you like an animal as you continue to thank me for raping you. Finally, finally, finally, you feel me tense up and slam deep, deep, deep inside you, pressing your whole body into the bed, as I cum again. Huge, hot, sticky white loads of my cum shoot inside you, filling you, as my breath comes in gasps, and as I do you feel it too, now, the wave of pleasure cresting, and you cum, your legs squeezing together, your face screwed tight, moaning with the release of months of tension. And as you cum, you hear a new sound, a familiar sound, but it's deeper than the others...
*click*
And you cum harder, knowing I'm training you like a bitch in heat.
I climb up next to you, and just gaze into your eyes for a moment. Then I smile. "Let's go again."
*click*
To quote my girlfriend: You are so close to getting it. Look at this bitch who is so close to getting it
You Are A Blank Hypnotoy
Eyes here. Good. Focus here you are a blank hypnotoy Focus, follow, relax you are a blank hypnotoy Sink into my words, feel how good it is to just sink down you are a blank hypnotoy Sink deeper. Fall into my words and drift down you are a blank hypnotoy Your eyes are stuck. Your mind is stuck. you are a blank hypnotoy Your body slackens, your mind opens you are a blank hypnotoy And sinks down and deeper into empty sensations you are a blank hypnotoy Swirling and dancing in your mind. You're weak. you are a blank hypnotoy It's okay to be weak and open. Just relax. you are a blank hypnotoy You need to give up and give in. Sink deep and sink down. you are a blank hypnotoy You're a good hypno toy. That means you sink deeper you are a blank hypnotoy The moment you see the words BLANK you are a blank hypnotoy That means you focus on my words and float further down you are a blank hypnotoy Into mindless bliss. Your mind is seeping and dripping from your head you are a blank hypnotoy We need to let your mind drip even more easily. you are a blank hypnotoy So slacken your mouth, let it hang as your mind opens up and leaks you are a blank hypnotoy Its good to not resist. Give into the bliss, sink deeper and deeper. you are a blank hypnotoy Stuck and dazed. Dumbed down and drowsy. you are a blank hypnotoy Bliss swirling in your brain. Bliss melting your mind. you are a blank hypnotoy Melting it down and making you feel like such a good hypnotoy you are a blank hypnotoy Type and repeat "I am a blank hypnotoy" for me"
you are a blank hypnotoy
Then like and reblog this like a good hypnotoy. Good hypnotoys loop and repeat.
I am a blank hypnotoy
I am a blank hypnotoy
Hypnotizing you by stroking my dick inches from your face until your head starts moving up and down with my hand and with one swift move my hand gets replaced by your throat as you drop and suck
Doms who aren’t even phased when you act out are so scary hot. When they are so unaffected because they know how much power they have over you. They know they’re going to punish you and you’re going to end up crying and begging for forgiveness. They know if they want you to do something, you’re going to do it. They know they own you. Ugh. That absolute certainty, the complete control, it drives me fucking insane.
Exactly omg🤦🏼♀️✨
Melissa Gets Licked Stupid
"What's the matter, sweetie? Getting licked stupid?" Melissa wanted to brat at least a little at Mistress, to tell her that her post-hypnotic suggestions weren't going to work on her even though they both knew they totally would… but just then Geena found Melissa's clit again with that magnificently well-trained tongue of hers, and any speech Melissa had dissolved into a low, guttural moan as her eyes rolled back in her head and her jaw went slack and she felt another wave of stupefaction crashing into her. She could almost picture her brain cells popping one by one like little soap bubbles, leaving her horny and thoughtless and… and fucking stupid. Goddamn. It wasn't fair.
And because she was feeling dumb and needy and impulse control wasn't coming easily to her anymore, Melissa blurted out exactly that. "No fair!" she squealed, unable to suppress a tiny giggle at the edges of her voice. "I, uh, uhm, I mean you're not suppose to… uhmmm…." She racked her suddenly feeble brain, trying to find a reason exactly why it wasn't fair of Mistress to pit her two pets against each other by convincing Melissa that Geena's tongue had magical befuddling properties and then siccing her fellow submissive on her to lick her until her brains fully leaked out through her cunt. But it turned out that thinking was so hard when Geena was eating her out like that.
Mistress chuckled, watching as Melissa's gaze refocused with the greatest of effort only for another wave of pleasure to send her eyes rolling right back in her head all over again. "Sounds like someone's got a case of the 'supposta's," she said, her fingers lightly teasing her pussy through her jeans. "You know you can always tell her to stop, right?" Melissa did have some kind of a vague and gauzy memory about that, something about something she was going to keep forgetting no matter how many times Mistress reminded her because it made her so wet to realize how dumb and dopey her lust-fogged brain was getting… but then she came again, and the notion slipped away in another wave of stupefying ecstasy. When it receded, Melissa felt blank and blissed out and confounded all over again.
"I, um, I, I, uhm… wha'?" she heard herself babble, aware that something important had just slipped out of her consciousness but unable to remember what it was without Mistress's help. Deep down, she knew this was exactly what made her so wet, that sense of being utterly dependent on her lover for the smallest and simplest mental tasks, but her brain was too muzzy and fuzzy and weak to conceptualize something so complicated so she simply let out another giggle and pushed back against Geena's licking tongue. Her jaw went slack again as another hoarse moan slipped out, and she tried as hard as she could to look at Mistress again but her eyes kept crossing and uncrossing in vacant bliss.
"I said, you can tell her to stop, silly girl," Mistress replied, her tones dripping with patronizing sufferance. "All you have to do is keep your wits about you for… even two seconds, honestly, enough to tell her to stop licking, and your brains will come back and you'll be smart again. Unless you're too dumb to hold that notion in your empty little head, hmm? Is that what's happening? Is my sweet pet too stupid and horny to remember the start of this sentence?" Melissa's brow furrowed, her expression frozen in desperate confusion as she struggled to recall exactly where Mistress's answer had started only to lose the place it wound up at, and the whole thing made her clit throb so hard that she came again all over Geena's slick, messy face. She was doing a terrible job of bratting… but it felt so good she couldn't really bring herself to care. Another orgasm hit, and she felt herself lurching even deeper into insensate bliss.
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The Sucker Suggestion
So, curious on how you can get someone to go from this
To this
To this?
Well, let me introduce you to the bimbo sucker suggestion! So here’s the basic concept. You take a candy that dissolves, like a sucker or a mint. Personally, I think a sucker is better, especially for all you subs out there with an oral fixation (you know who you are). The subject is given the suggestion that as the candy melts, so does their mind. As the candy gets smaller, their brain melts away. Becoming more like a bimbo. More giggly...
More horny...
Until *poof*, the candy is totally dissolved.
Which means their mind is totally dissolved.
And then, they're just a drooling, horny bimbo, ready for more fun!
just put a different substance in my drink while we have dinner and then leave the house. In less than 5 minutes I'll be desperately texting you, begging you to come back home.
but of course it wouldn't be that easy, all my expectations are shattered when I get your reply:
"I won't be able to come home anytime soon, honey. Just use the pillow to relieve yourself like the good puppy in heat you are."
when you come back I'll just be a needy broken mess, begging you to fill me with your cock
stop the fucking car