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It’s insane how constantly gooning will actually make you noticeably dumber because you’re addicted to doing that and absolutely nothing else. yesterday I kept knocking things over and dropping things, stuttering and losing my train of thought. my pussy aches constantly for cock, all I can think about it how good it feels to be full, about coming home from work to dress up slutty, abuse my clit, and douche myself and stretch my ass.
When old comics age extremely well.
We have an update on the situation.
Behold! The printing titty!
I normally tag these posts “specific ass machines” after a minor meme that blew through Tumblr, but I was tempted to tag this one “specific boob machines”.
(Artist meow25meow seems to have had their Twitter account nuked and I cannot find any other original source to link to.)
disappearing into the bathroom at the club only to reappear covered in decorative printing patterns followed by a 10ft lady wearing bowls as a bra
when bae is into some freaky shit but she in denial about it
Well damn…
I always re-blog this
It’s science. Sex work is also based on science.
Now you know💋
must try
OMG THIS ACTUALLY WORKS
I’ll have to remember that in the future!
Reblogging to help others and to help remind myself to try this!
Something to try
“I feel ridiculous.”
Well, you look hot as hell.
“It’s just…I know that lactation and tit worship are your thing, and I’m happy to give it a shot, but isn’t this whole thing taking it a bit…overboard?”
Let’s just give it a shot, okay? Five minutes. You don’t like it, we’ll stop.
“Fine…but isn’t the whole point of this that you worship my tits? How can you do that from another room?”
Give me a second…let me just finish…syncing up these files, and…
“Files?”
Okay, here we go.
YOUAREAHUCOWYOUAREAHUCOMOOWYOURUDDERSAREHEAVYYOURUDDERARELEAKMOOYYOURBRAINISEMPTYYOULIVETOBEFUCKEDYOULIMOOVETOBEMILKEDYOUAREAHUCOWYOUAREAHUCOMOOWYOUR-
“What the hell is this?”
You don’t have to listen to it too hard. Just let it kind of linger in the background noise, okay? Like static.
“Oh…kay…?”
Now just relax for me. No need to stand. We’ll both be sitting for this anyway, right? Just feel a wave of relaxation wash over your legs.
“Jeez, my knees just buckled.”
Maybe you should kneel. Give your legs some rest.
“Yeah…hey, what is this recording saying-?”
Now focus on what you’ll want me to do once I’m in there. Where should I even begin with your breasts?
“Mmmm…such a good question.”
Do you want me to cup them in my hands? Jiggle them around? Squeeze them?
“That sounds so hot.”
Give it a try. Close your eyes and play with your breasts. Get them ready for worship.
“That’s, um…okay?”
How does that feel?
“Mmmm, now you’re just teasing me. Get in here and suck on them.”
Do they feel soft?
“You know they do.”
Do they feel full?
“Um…I don’t…?”
Do you feel heavy?
“They…actually do feel heavier, yeah.”
How much heavier?
“I don’t really-”
Are you relaxed enough yet?
“Oh, umm…kind of? It’s pretty hard to relax with these voices in my ears.”
Maybe instead of just kneeling, you should get on your hands and knees?
“How will that help?”
It will relax you.
“I doubt tha…oh, this is actually mmore comfortable.”
Now, what were you saying about how heavy your breasts felt?
“Fuck, in this position, they feel very heavy…”
Just kind of hanging there, aren’t they?
“Yeah…”
How do they look?
“In this ridiculous costume you’ve got mme in? They look…actually…really dammn good.”
Of course they do. Especially when they sway back and forth.
“Oh shit…shit, they feel amazing when I do that.”
Heavy?
“Yes.”
Full?
“I…yes.”
Are you relaxed?
“Ummm-”
How heavy do your udders feel?
“Udders? I think that’s too-”
How heavy?
“…Very.”
Are you wet?
“Very…wait-”
Can you feel your udders leaking?
“Lea…Leaking?”
Are you relaxed?
“This is a lot-”
Body relaxed?
“Yes…”
Mind relaxed?
“I don’t…”
How heavy are they?
“Fuck, so heavy…”
What can I do to relieve that weight?
“Mmm…Mmmi…fuck…”
What do you want me to do?
“Mmmmoo…holy shit, what the hell is-?”
What are you desperate for, my little cow?
“Cuh…what are you doing to-?”
What do you need?
“…Mmm…mmmilk…mmme…”
My cow wants to be milked?
“Yes, please!”
Please what?
“I…hard to think…”
Then don’t think.
“Don’t-?”
Cows don’t think.
“I-”
What does my little cow want from her Master?
“Mmmm…Mmmm…Mmmmoo. Mooooo…”
There we go…now I’ll “worship” your udders. See, this isn’t so bad, is it?
“Mmmmooooooo…”
Ok so…. I think I wanna turn this into a video… 🤤🍼🍼
Um yes please holy shit I'd be beyond honored!
Whenever you find yourself questioning your inner strength or doubting your willpower, just remember that I had to literally unfollow F1nn5ter on all forms of social media in preparation for No Nut November.
So catching up on She-Hulk (only a few episodes in, pretty hit or miss so far, but entertaining enough for me to keep watching) and it reminded me that in the _very first issue_ of Sensational She-Hulk, Giant Green Supermommy gets hypnotized.
No fucking wonder so many of us developed this fetish, huh? I’m beginning to think it was downright inescapable.
I’m convinced that the sole reason for Netflix’s downfall is due to them making not one, but two entire movies about how tall women are the single most despised people in our society right as our collective pop culture began entering a sort of golden age of sexy Amazonian mommies.
They didn’t just misread the room, they walked into an asbestos-infested broom closet in a Party City and mistook it for a room on the fucking International Space Station.
Okay look, I don’t want to waste anybody’s time here, so I’ll make this quick:
If you’re not watching My Dress-Up Darling, you’re missing out on something really special.
Yes, it’s a slice-of-life rom-com anime about cosplay, and yes, it’s a very horny show. But if you can get past the impossibly cringe title and the questionable amount of initial fan service, you’ll find a wholesome, earnest, heartwarming (and often heartbreaking) celebration of pursuing our passions, starring two protagonists so unapologetically endearing that you will fall in love with at least one of them.
I don’t binge anything, no matter how much I like what I’m watching. I’m also not really fanatical about anime or manga (despite all evidence to the contrary in my archive). So when I say that I watched the first two available episodes and enjoyed what I saw so much that I proceeded to read all 70-something chapters of the manga, and then impatiently waited for the anime to bring those scenes to life week after week...yeah, this is a damn good show.
(Fun Fact: The last scene of episode 8 is some of the absolute best TV I’ve ever seen, animated or otherwise. Like, holy hell, beautiful stuff.)
A lot of introspective on keeping parts of yourself repressed out of fear of being judged, the importance of self-reflection, questioning whether you’ll ever be good enough for anyone (or, most importantly, yourself), and that bizarre feeling of freedom when you find someone you can unconditionally share yourself with.
It dives into the sad frustration we can feel having someone wonderful come into our lives who we don’t feel worthy of, the baggage we bring with us into every relationship that can cost us our happiness. But then it turns around and shows us the unbelievable patience that the right person will show as we figure it all out. Never pushing us, but rather choosing to walk at our pace without sacrificing who they are, gently guiding us via their kindness, energy, and passion for life.
And this dynamic goes both ways. This isn’t just another case of “perfect waifu saves sad author insert boy”. No, there’s actual nuanced character growth happening between both characters here. They compliment each other, encouraging each others strengths and covering their weaknesses. As the show goes on, you slowly realize that these two complete opposites are actually pretty perfect for each other in very believable ways.
All of this wrapped up in a story of young love so unbelievably genuine that it can almost feel nostalgic at times. I can’t remember the last time I saw the emotion of “physically falling in love for the first time” portrayed on-screen as accurately as this show does it.
Many manly tears were shed watching this fucking thing.
There’s one episode left this season, more than enough time to catch up. The ecchi-ness of it all won’t be for everyone, but if any of what I said speaks to you, please don’t sleep on this show. I fucking returned to my censored porn Tumblr account to advertise it, that should say something.
Hypno-kinkster artists have seriously been sleeping on the smoldering hot hypno imagery in (of all places) Lupin III. I mean, just look at this.
In a perfect world, Rebecca Rossellini is a hypno-kink icon based on this scene alone.
Look, I understand that this is supposed to be a psychological thriller about the dangers of predatory men in the medical field who take advantage of their female patients, which is an extremely serious epidemic that needs to be talked about...
...but fuck me if some moments in this trailer didn’t make me diamonds.
Word through the grape vine is that there are a lot of great moments of freezeplay, trigger drops, dollification, and some juicy linguistic tricks. There’s a so-so thriller in between all of those moments, but still...just saying...
Just popping back in to inform everyone that Spirit is selling sex toys this year:
I miss the community of mind control fetish caption writers. BDSMLR is just too in-your-face p0rn for me, and Tumblr makes it nigh on impossible to view archives or send messages to like-minded folk :(
Totally agree.
I have never gone to BDSMLR, and disappeared from Tumblr for a while, and really truly understand this.
Agreed. The shadow ban is so intrusive and on top of that content creators are getting deleted regularly. The purge continues to suck.
There are so many people I miss. Caption writers, short story writers, and personalities who left when Tumblr made them feel unwelcome. It’s a pity. Tumblr feels colder and more distant since they left, and even the people who stayed don’t interact as much as they used to. I think we all retreated to make sure the homes we built on our blogs would still stand. But it’s lonely.
How do we bring it back? How do we build back the community we so loved?
A great question @hypnomindstorm . I especially miss the friendly laid back personalities like @friedcherryblossomprincess, the world’s first tomatosexual.
I think we get it back by reblogging each other more. More often now I see people liking my posts rather than reblogging, maybe to protect their home from banning? But, it makes it hard to see the community broadly if we’re not reblogging and chatting with each other.
Very good point, @hypdom (And @hypnomindstorm before you) - I don’t know whether there’s a better place to congregate, but if we are to stay here, I agree with you. I guess I find it harder to keep up the motivation for writing captions etc when there are less of us around.
(Also, related - I feel most aligned to specifically the mind control fetish - which is different to a) the harsher sexual stuff and b) the more realistic hypnosis stuff, if that makes any sense?)
@hypdom That is an excellent point. I know I have a bad habit of saving posts I want to address but not getting to actually reposting them for months, so I’m part of the problem.
And while there might be better places out there for all I know, @deeperinmypower, I haven’t found them, so I’m staying right here and trying to rebuild what I can. I think that’s all I can do. (And yeah, while I personally participate in real hypnosis, I enjoy a good mind control story, too. I feel you.)
Also, I miss @friedcherryblossomprincess, too. And @dom-plays-with-dolls and his sub whose blog I can’t think of right now. They were active and engaging, always open to share and dive into any discourse they saw. I suppose it’s our turn to step up and fill their shoes, eh, friends?
I do miss the sense of community, they were so cool. Don’t tell them I’m still here.
*Hides*
@silverspiralhypno
I won’t rat you out, but I will say “hi!” ^_^
I hope everyone who stuck around knows how much we miss them, too.
My doll and I still talk about how much of a “lightning in a bottle” atmosphere kink Tumblr once was. We talk about it often. No other outlet, online or otherwise, can really compare. The Powers That Be killed such an important outlet for exploration, education, and expression, and it’s really left a hole in our hearts.
I’m glad to see that the hypno-kink community is still surviving on here, even if it does feel more Mad Max-levels of dystopian than before. We still hop on and lurk every few months or so, but with both of our accounts shadowbanned and 90% of our best content deleted, there’s really no “coming back” for us.
That being said, hey, feel free to DM any time. We’d love to hear from the community again. You guys were exceptionally special to us.
I need to get a Black Cat cosplay outfit
Every woman should have a Black Cat cosplay outfit, if we want to be honest with ourselves here…
VERY true, sir.
This is actually the first time we ever interacted.
What bums me out about Tumblr dissolving is that this blog acts as a sort of history of my relationship with my Doll. From the very beginning, through all of our enormous explorations, til now.
I saved as much as I could, but like...still weird that this entire visual history is going to be erased...