Slut in Theory

26 - She/Her - NSFT (18+)

[goddess-entranced]

Intro Post

Ageless blogs & minors will be blocked.

You can call me Goddess, but I'll also answer to Kitten and Slut. I'm 26, cis, queer, and I like videogames, tabletop roleplaying, and fantasy novels.

I don't want to see your dick, please don't ask.

Turn ons: hypnosis, breast play (bondage, nipple clamps), dirty talk, degredation, praise, (light) exhibitionism, tentacles, oviposition, cumflation, breeding

Turn offs: pissplay, scat, bloodplay, DDLG, ageplay, feet, pregnancy

[hunysckle]

what if we were in the middle of making out but i told you to keep still? with my hand on your jaw, keeping you in place. lips hovering above yours. keep yours parted just so, and don't move. don't kiss me back while i press my lips to yours, slowly kissing your upper lip before moving to the corner of your mouth, then kissing the other corner. hovering over you again, so close you can feel my breath but you can't do anything about it. kissing you again. and again. and again. slow, deep, loud, wet. eventually licking your upper lip, gently, relishing the way you twitch against my touch. tracing your lower lip now with the tip of my tongue. kissing you again. licking your lip again. over and over, just as slow as when i started teasing you. finally using my hold on your jaw to get your mouth open a little wider, just enough to snake my tongue between your lips and lap at yours. moaning into your mouth. kissing you hungrily, so so messy and needy. taking your face in both of my hands and pulling away to look at you. smiling at how heavily you're breathing after being denied something as simple as kissing me back while i played with your mouth.

go on, then. you can kiss me now.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Gloria Gets Monsterfucked

It wasn't that Gloria had a monsterfucking fetish… or at least, it wasn't just that Gloria had a monsterfucking fetish. It was the entire scenario of presentation surrounding each new toy that made her so goddamn dripping wet, the way Austin blindfolded her and traced the specialty dildo along her pale, goose-pimpled skin while asking her to guess what it was based purely on the feel of its bumps and ridges before he finally allowed her to see what was going inside her that day. Every time she imagined something, some inhuman phallus from a creature that only existed in the world of fantasy, Gloria found herself shivering with lust all over again and the camera caught every last detail of her growing desire.

Likewise, it wasn't just that Gloria had a hypnosis kink, and for that matter it wasn't solely her exhibitionist tendencies that made her pussy into a gushing mess by the time Austin bent her over in front of the television. Everything they did was interrelated, each particular fetish and desire meshing together like cogs in an engine to drive her to heights of arousal she'd never thought possible before she moved in with her new boyfriend, and it all combined synergistically so that the whole was far more than the sum of its parts. Gloria had already been making porn long before she met Austin, she knew what it was like to get railed by a fucking machine. This was… fuck, this was so much fucking better.

It was the spiral that made it better, the way it caught and held her captivated gaze and made her drift off into ahegao vacancy while Austin settled the headphones over her ears. It was the casually objectifying feeling she got when he groped her hanging tits, making her feel so deliciously degraded while the mantras in her ears whispered dark fantasies of being bred like livestock by something powerful and inhuman. It was the care and attention he took to tease the opening to her slick cunt with the ginormous fuck-off tentacle dildo, making sure she could feel each sculpted sucker as it pushed inside her before he attached it to the fucking machine and set it going. It was all those things and more that turned the scene into something that needed two towels underneath her if they were going to keep their damage deposit, and it was perfect.

That wasn't the only thing that was perfect about Austin. Personally, Gloria was very glad for his aftercare--after an intense scene like that, one that legit got her dissociating from her own body as she pictured herself caught and held and hypnotized and turned into breeding stock for some cosmic horror from the briny deep, she really needed to be cuddled and reconnected with herself. They'd decided to film the aftercare, too, posting it as a bonus extra, both because Gloria wanted everyone to see she was okay afterward even though the trance left her drooling and mooing and pleading incoherently to be filled with monster cum and because she wanted to model Austin's behavior in others. Gloria had some fucked-up kinks, but she wasn't a fucked-up person and she genuinely wanted to leave the community better than she found it.

At least, that was what she thought about on the days when they were planning these sessions. Once the blindfold came off and she saw whatever new toy Austin had bought for her, pretty much everything but sex flew out of Gloria's head… because while it wasn't about monsterfucking, the monsterfucking was kind of the element that tied the whole scene together.

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[villainwithacrush]

WHAT is even the point of mind controlling a hero if it doesn't feel good. if you can't make them like it. if they don't learn to want it.

[oliversrarebooks]

listen to my Voice, hero

TW: mind control, hypnotic induction, intimate whumper, restraints, corruption

Are your bonds comfortable, Hero? I wouldn't want to cause any damage to your precious muscles and nerves. You are the city's shining hope, after all. Or at least, you have been until now.

Good, now we can have a proper chat. You can just listen carefully to everything I have to say. 

Oh, don't glare at me like that. How many times have we clashed now? And every time you manage to resist my lovely compelling Voice just enough to stop my plans, just enough so that I must escape by the skin of my teeth. You must have known it might come to this eventually, a time when my compulsions are too strong for you to fight, a time when my Voice finally brings you to your knees.

I've been training, dear hero, training especially for you. Training for you, because you're really the only one in this city worth controlling. You're better than all of them. We both know that. And I know how you feel about me, because I've seen the look in your eyes when my compulsions take hold of your pretty little mind.

No, no, be quiet. Be quiet.That's it, there you are. Oh, the delicious expression on your face when I use my Voice on you. I'll never get enough of it.

Most heroes look terrified, you know, to have their thoughts pulled out from under them, to find their body out of their control. Terrified, angry, defiant -- that's how the other heroes look. But you're different. In that moment when I weave my spell on you, when you feel your mind go hazy and your body stop obeying your commands, I see something else in your eyes. I see relief. Deep, unmistakable relief.

No, don't try to deny it. I've tangled with you too many times to be wrong about this. You're relieved when I compel you. You'd never admit it, not even to yourself, but you long for the way it feels. You long to have your choices taken away. You long to not have to make decisions. You long to not have to fight any more.

But every time, you fight. Every time, you break free of my Voice. And I can see the toll it takes on you. That's why I've been training so hard, Hero. So that you couldn't resist my Voice, wouldn't be able to break free. So that I could give you what you want more than anything. 

I've seen you, Hero. I've seen you at your best and at your lowest, haven't I? I understand you better than anyone else in the city. You know it's true. And I can see how exhausted you are. How you've been worked to the bone. How you never get to rest, never get a vacation. I even tried cutting back on my evil schemes in the hopes that you'd take a break, but all you did was pursue other villains twice as hard. 

There are deep bags under your eyes, Hero, marring your beautiful face. There's resignation in your tone that was never there before. I can't stand it, can't stand the way the city treats you. You're destroying yourself to save this ungrateful, useless population and all they do is criticize you. It makes me sick.

And I know what you do once you've defeated me and I escape back to my lair. I know you return to your cold, empty apartment, and curl up on the couch with some convenience food, trying to relax. I know how you toss and turn at night, wondering if you're doing the right thing. I know how lonely you are, Hero. I'm lonely too, you know.

I wish you could see how glassy and dazed your eyes are right now. It's beautiful. Listening to my Voice is so nice, isn't it? Yes, that's it, just relax.

Oh, your hair is so soft. I bet you haven't had a tender touch like this in a while. I saw you lean into it before you caught yourself. Let me run my hand through your hair, there's a good, relaxed hero. Is that a sleepy little smile I see? You like that, don't you?

In fact, you like all of this, don't you? You like having no choice but to relax and listen as my compelling Voice weaves a spell around you. You like the feeling as I slowly hypnotize your vulnerable mind, how your resistance slips away little by little. You've thought about this on those lonely nights, haven't you? What it would feel like if I won. What it would feel like to succumb to my hypnotic compulsions. What it would feel like if you stopped fighting and let me take charge of your mind completely.

Oh, don't struggle. Don't struggle. Relax.There it is again, that relief. My Voice feels good, doesn't it? It feels so good to have the fight taken out of you. Don't deny it, it's written all over your face.

You don't need to pretend you haven't thought about it. You somehow manage to always be the first hero on the scene whenever I try anything. Almost as if you're willing to drop anything to see me, isn't it?

But you were scared. I'm a villain, after all. I don't deny it. You must think I might hurt or humiliate you. Well, you can put all of your fears to rest, because I have no intention of that. I respect you far too much. I'm going to take good care of you, Hero. I'm going to give you the treatment you deserve. I'm going to help you relax. I'm going to take all your worries away.  It's going to feel amazing, Hero, I promise.

I'm sorry, were you trying to say something just now? Still trying to fight it? You'll have to speak up, it's too hard to hear you when you're so out of it.

"It's wrong"? Is that what you said, Hero?

No, what's wrong is how little reward you get for everything you do. That's why I had to do this, had to train my Voice to be strong enough to be irresistible even to you. Now I can reward you. I can give you everything you want, everything you need, beginning with the beautiful, relaxing oblivion of total and complete obedience.

You'll get other rewards, too, of course you will. Together we'll share in the riches of the city, bend everyone in power to our wills. It's what we both deserve. But this is your first and most important reward -- obedience. Nothing is more calm, relaxing, and peaceful than knowing you have no choice, than having every decision made for you.

And all you have to do is listen. 

I'm too strong for you now, Hero, my Voice too compelling. You're almost entirely under my spell, aren't you? I can see how drowsy you are, how my compulsions are putting your conscious mind to sleep.

Yes, that's it. You're too exhausted, Hero. Too tired. Too many nights with too little sleep. You need to rest. You need to stop fighting. You need to surrender.

No one will think any less of you. They'll see how powerful I've become, how easily I can command even the strongest and smartest. They'll realize you had no choice, that it was out of your hands. You won't need to feel guilt or shame. Everyone will know this wasn't your fault, that there was nothing you could do to prevent yourself falling under my villainous control. 

And the fact that you actually enjoy this, the fact that you long to give in so badly and fall under my hypnotic trance? That can be our little secret, Hero.

There we go. That's it, just a little more. Look into my eyes. Look nice and deep into my eyes while I stroke your hair and talk you down softly. Just like you've always dreamed of. No more fear, no more pain. Only sweet restful sleep and deep hypnotic trance. 

That's it, Hero. It's too late. You're too tired, too drowsy, too captured in my Voice to fight it. There's nothing to do. Nothing you have to do. Just feel yourself growing oh so dazed and sleepy as I weave my Voice around you. So comforting. So right. Exactly what you wanted. Exactly what you needed. Exactly where you belong. 

Tell me, Hero, tell me you want this.

That's it, that's it! Oh, how I've longed to hear those words from you. Tell me how my Voice makes you feel. Be honest.

Oh. Oh, my. That's... that's even better than I expected. Far, far better. You love my Voice that much? Oh, Hero, dear Hero, why didn't you say so before? You could have had this any time. I would have been more than happy to bring you to my lair and give you the hypnosis you deserve. You could have been listening to my Voice all day.

Well, it doesn't matter now, because now you can have my Voice all you want, stronger than it's ever been. Isn't that nice? Oh, look at you bob your drowsy head. I don't even need to compel agreement out of you. You're so deeply hypnotized, aren't you? Good, good. Good hero. 

My hero.

Now, why don't you go all the way under? Just keep listening and let your eyelids grow oh so heavy. Let those heavy eyes close. Don't open them again. That's a good hero. So obedient and docile. You're so, so beautiful to me, my drowsy, docile hero. 

Yes, docile. That's what you are, deep down inside. All your strength, all your determination to do the right thing, all of that is a mask that conceals who you really are. A docile and obedient little lamb. And no one needs to know that but me. I'll fulfill your deep craving to be hypnotized and controlled, and you can still be every bit as strong and determined when you're working under my orders. Doesn't that sound just perfect for you? 

All the way under, now, deep into hypnotic trance. Let your resistance fade, my hero. Let your mind fog. Let your mental defenses fall.

Surrender. Surrender and submit. Submit to me, just like you've always wanted.

You can finally feel that relief. You can finally take that rest. Because I have you now. You're mine. I'm in complete control now, my docile little hero. 

And I order you to feel nothing but bliss.

Masterlist

If you like this, you may like "the defiant princess" for more gentle, slow induction on a resisting subject.

[villainhypno]

hypno as a punishment is Also Fun. i love when character a is being fucking annoying and character b just snaps their fingers and says "sleep" and turns character a into a puddle in their chair