Hello there~ My name is Conan/Rose, and I'm here because I firmly believe that a broken mind is one of the most beautiful things there is in life. I'm a 24yo Achillean/bisexual switch, I'm a demiman with he/they pronouns. Here you'll find a home for my erotica and kink talk, erotic reblogs that tickled my fancy, leftist stuff, and shitposts! My DMs are always open and I love talking to people, just please be respectful and don't ask to be hypnotized right off the bat as I will likely just ignore you when you do. DNI if you are a minor, a TERF, SWERF, or right winger.
Now, as expected of an evil hypnotist such as myself, I have some very hard kinks that I express on this blog in both my art and that which I reblog from others. Despite my sinister nature, the last thing I want is for someone to peruse my blog and come across something that triggers them or makes them upset. Kink is supposed to be fun and being reminded of a traumatic experience or coming across something that makes you upset due to lack of content warnings is not fun. I consider it my responsibility to curate my blog in a way where it can be enjoyed by all who desire to. As such I have a system of tags that cover commonly upsetting areas in kink and use them for all posts that appear on my blog, whether they were created by me or not. I will do my best to tag each post properly but it is likely I will slip up here or there and I kindly ask that if you see me reblog or post something that should be tagged, please do not hesitate to reach out and tell me, I won't get upset with you and I'll be grateful for your assistance. Also if you think of any common triggering things that I have overlooked, feel free to suggest a new tag for me to add.
And now that you've blocked whichever tags needed to be blocked for your needs... that means you have nothing to fear as you scroll through here... right? You're safe from anything that could do you any harm, so it's perfectly okay to lie back and relax as you indulge yourself in this space. You don't need to be so tense, you can let your defenses down for now, you won't need them here now that the danger's gone. Isn't it so nice that you don't have to fret about anything while you're here? Aren't I such a kind and considerate guy? To so graciously shield you from that which brings you sorrow. I'm not one for modesty, I can admit that it's so nice of me to make sure you don't have to fear anything as you read my words, knowing that you can trust me and trust my words as you absorb them into your happy head. Because you have nothing to fear here... right~?
The janitor was a big man, standing easily a full eighteen inches taller than Leesa, but his intimidating physical power wasn't what made her back away from him as he stepped forward until she felt the tiles of the shower room under her bare feet. It wasn't even the isolation she felt, even though something in the back of her brain kept yammering in panic at being alone with a man who could easily lift her up and sling her over her shoulder like a sack of laundry and she once again cursed the odd hours she kept and the empty locker room she always found herself in. No, what sent Leesa stumbling backwards until her back hit the wall was the janitor's eyes.
They seemed impossibly deep, the dark brown irises blending so smoothly into the pupils that it felt like she was simply falling into an endless black pit, and the way she had to look up to meet his gaze made Leesa's brain reel with exhaustion even though some part of her instinctively knew that even so much as glancing away would cede dominance to him. She had to keep staring, unblinking, and if that wore her down and wearied her mind then it was a small price to pay to keep him from asserting whatever strange, inchoate power she knew he held over her… and that made sense to Leesa right up until he took her left hand and lifted it up over her head to a grip that had been installed in the wall and growled, "Lock." And her fingers wrapped around it unbidden.
Of course she tried to let go. She strained with every last bit of her panicked strength, her attention torn between the desire to look up at her gripping fingers to see what dark miracle had fixed them in place and her muddled conviction that even glancing away from the janitor's challenging stare would sap her will and leave her a limp and helpless plaything in his grasp. But nothing she did to free herself worked, and the situation was only exacerbated when he took her right arm by the wrist and pushed it up to another, identical grip and murmured, "Lock." That was when Leesa realized he'd steered her to this exact spot, using his physical presence to herd her into position before exerting his mysterious hold on her. But by then it was too late.
Leesa was pinned in place now, held helpless until he released her, and he simply pulled down her shorts and panties with a casual ease that felt unnervingly familiar even though Leesa's head was too fuzzy to place the sensory impression into any kind of meaningful context. She just knew this had all happened before, right down to the way the janitor put two big meaty hands into the collar of her ratty old workout shirt and simply yanked until the whole thing tore to pieces in his grip. He'd seen her like this, and she'd forgotten because she was weak and malleable, and now he was going to fuck her senseless and she was going to love it because she always loved being helpless for her Master. Even if she didn't remember he was her Master once she got dressed and left.
He lifted her by the hips and fucked her, and Leesa discovered that the hypnotic suggestion holding her hands in place was so strong she barely even noticed she was hanging from them like a living hammock while he plowed her sopping cunt. She only knew that she had to keep holding his gaze if she didn't want to lose the last remaining sliver of her will to his inexorable power… and when her eyes rolled back in her head in a titanic climax, Leesa finally remembered that this was yet one more battle she inevitably lost.
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in order to truly get rid of misogyny in fandoms we need to treat girl characters the same way we treat guy characters. Say you’d hit her with your car. Say you want to see her crying and trying and failing to keep her emotions hidden. Say you want her to get worse. Say you want to chew on her like a squeaky toy. For feminism
This is why it’s important that we don’t dehumanize bad people who do bad things. Because they ARE human and that isn’t an excuse or a defense. These people are doing horrible things to their fellow humans for the sake of an incredibly harmful system. That alone is terrible and worthy of being shunned
"you're so sensitive after a workout, aren't you?" he purred, reaching around them to rub their nipples as he pressed against their back.
they were still in a trance, and their muscles felt weak. they didn't have any desire to resist, but they felt like they couldn't, even if they wanted to.
and their chest did feel sensitive. it felt like the blood that was pumping through their body was going everywhere except their brain, especially to their chest and genitals. like it was making them become swollen and needy.
their arms trembled as they held themself up above the bed, until he put a little more of his weight on their back, murmuring for them to relax, and they just melted into it, their arms dropping, their stomach and chest collapsing onto the mattress.
"that's it," he said, his voice droning in a hypnotic tone. "this is just part of your post-workout routine, shark... after all... you'll be more motivated... if you're rewarded for it. it will feel better... knowing that your workout is not only changing your body and making it stronger, in the long term... but that it's preparing your body to relax, let go, and be penetrated... in the short term."
they could feel his hard cock pressing against them, even with both of their underwear between them.
"besides," he continued, "that same testosterone that makes it easy for you to gain all of this muscle... can cause atrophy... so it's important to keep the blood flowing... deep inside of you... and to stretch you out frequently. you're already working out three times a week... it should help... if i just push deep inside of you... after every workout..."
he slid down their underwear, pulling out his cock, and rubbing against their wet entrance.
"it's so easy to relax now, isn't it? your body needs to relax... every muscle is exhausted..."
they could feel how easily he pushed inside of them. how they were completely open.
the inside of their body was so sensitive, too, even though they were just letting him in, completely unable to even clench around him. every thrust felt so satisfying, they could feel every movement against their walls. they could feel how he was stretching them, filling them. how deep he was going. and they could hear how wet they were.
"it felt so good, didn't it?" he purred, thrusting inside of them at an even pace, using just enough force that they could feel it, but still saving enough energy to talk. "it felt so good, being in a deep trance as you moved your body... as you pushed yourself... as you put all of that tension on your muscles... and you did such a good job, maintaining your form... you were so obedient... and you can feel how well you did, can't you? you can feel how well you used your muscles... you can feel the exact muscles you were targeting... it feels nice, doesn't it? that weak feeling..."
it really did feel good. they loved every moment of it. the workout itself almost felt like getting fucked, really, when they were straining and panting and they kept being pushed even when they felt like they couldn't take much more.
"it's sort of ironic, isn't it? how you're becoming stronger, but it still makes you so weak... how the more you push yourself, the more your muscles grow and bulge... and yet, you feel so tired and helpless afterward... how you become more masculine... and yet, you become so easy to dominate and penetrate..."
one of his hands continued touching their chest, while the other moved to their t-dick, holding it between two fingers and squeezing it with every thrust.
their mouth was open, their tongue out slightly, moans slipping out without any thought. it felt so good, it was unbelievable. it was hard to do anything except take it.
"you get so hard, but you also get so wet..."
they were already getting close. he felt so big inside of them. they could feel his cock throbbing.
"and your mind gets so open, too, doesn't it?" he murmured, his own breath getting heavier. "every part of you is so open... so weak... so vulnerable... ready to accept whatever i give you... isn't that right?"
they could only respond with a moan. now, on top of the nipple stimulation, and their t-dick being touched, and the vaginal penetration, they could feel his words penetrating their mind. it only turned them on more, overwhelming their body.
"that's right," he said breathily, his movements becoming just a little less even. "that's good... complete relaxation... complete surrender... just stay nice and open for me... the way you should always be, after a workout..."
his thrusts were getting harder, more forceful, but their body took it so easily. they felt nothing but pleasure.
"you're going to cum already, aren't you?" he whispered, pressing deep inside of them. "you can't help it..."
it didn't even feel like an actual command, but they were already on the edge, and it pushed them into an orgasm before they could even think about it, their body just completely succumbing to the pleasure, twitching and shuddering and pulsing on its own, as their mind went numb.
"good, good," he whispered, continuing to thrust deep inside of them and touch their sensitive t-dick, "such a good boy..."
it was already too much, but the feeling of his cum being pumped into their body made them cum again, the weak, helpless sensation making everything so sensitive, making them completely lose control of their orgasms, making them feel like their body was completely his.
he stayed inside of them for a moment, softly stroking their arm, cooing praise at them and directing them to stay calm and relaxed. if he hadn't done that, the overstimulation really might have gotten unpleasant, but everything felt alright when he was reassuring them, and they were able to slowly come down from their orgasm.
"in a moment, let's get you your protein shake," he murmured, "and then we can take a shower, and give you a nice massage..."
"that sounds good," they whispered, realizing they hadn't even said anything this entire time.
"of course it does," he droned. "you always want to follow along with what i tell you to do, don't you?"
they knew it would have sounded good to them anyway, but their mind buckled at even the slightest dominance from him, and they found themself feeling weak and fuzzy again. even during the aftercare, he was asserting his control... he was serious about it.
a smile spread across their face, and they shuddered again. it felt good.
You say, "How deep!" and then your shoulders slacken, your eyes roll and your jaw drops from completing the call and response trigger you forgot I placed in you.
“What’s wrong, toy? Unable to look away?” Your hypnotist asked, giggling at you. “Helpless to do anything but stare deeper and deeper into my eyes?” You were helpless, their eyes were like magnets, pulling you in, more and more. You nodded, dreamily.
“Good.” They said, grinning. “That’s exactly how it should be. When you’re staring, when you’re lost in my eyes, that’s when you’re at your most pliable.” Their hands pressed on either side of your head, holding you still. Their eyes were pouring their programming into you.
“Your most accepting. It’s in this space that I can begin to slip my commands as deep into your brain as I want.” Your brain was shutting down, as their control took over. “Rewiring you to obsess over me. To find yourself daydreaming about me.” Their smile had shifted.
It had been alluring, seductive. Now they had a possessive look on their face. “Mind wandering off whenever you have free time. Not enough to be dangerous, you’ll always be safe… But your obsession is going to grow, and develop.” You felt the seeds, landing in your mind.
“I’ll be in your head as you go to sleep, and when you’ve just woken up. And you’re going to want to think of me, more, and more.” You couldn’t resist. Their words were flowing, unrelenting, into your unresisting mind. I’m so soothing. So comforting. So… Alluring.”
You felt enchanted by them. “Anytime you do think of me, you’ll send me a message, it doesn’t have to make sense. It doesn’t have to be long. It can just be a full stop. We’ll know that I’m in your head. And that’s what matters. That you become more obsessed with me, got it?”
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Maybe one reason time seems to speed up in adult life is because when your full time job leaves you roughly 5 hours of free time a day plus two days off a week your life turns into a sort of monotony that makes the days blend together and creative pursuits move in slow motion as you can only get to them when other your commitments are done.
for those unaware today india experienced one of its biggest protests in half a decade. there were protests all over the nation for various causes but the major one was in delhi. all we asked for was the resignation of the education minister because he's failed the students of this nation time & time again. but we were met with brutality, the police had barricaded the main site of protest (jantar mantar). metro stations were shutdown, the public was restrained from reaching the protest site and all the adjoining areas had signal jammers to make sure the crowd had no access to constant updates. they had us blocked from all the sides. they were lathi (baton) charging students from one side & releasing tear gas from the other. you couldn't walk 100 m on streets without having a tear gas shell thrown at you. there were many students, women & kids bleeding — some from their head. some couldn't walk anymore. the police had removed their nameplates & acted with full impunity to resort to unprecedented levels of violence. they were pelting stones at us, beating up people for no reason, forcefully detaining them and attacking us constantly with tear gas & rubber bullets. they wouldn't let you exit either. the crowd was peaceful & looking out for each other yet they were met with violence. i made a friend who was all alone & she asked to join me & my friend because a policeman wouldn't leave her alone. he constantly prodded her for personal info, invited her back to the jeep saying they have food there, wouldn't stop following her around. you couldn't call or ask anyone for help, we were left to fend for ourselves & be on a constant lookout if you did not want to be beaten up to death by police. all for what? asking a resignation? shame on this country.
