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@hollyhypnocigar
Mal's future has been decided for her. She will smoke forever. She will be obedient forever. You really do love the way she looks, you can't help staring into her eyes and wanting to share her cigar.
You will reblog this image every time you see her eyes, because everyone needs to see how she's fallen into cigar domination.
That's right, feel Mommy put her hand around your head and guide you onto your cigar. You're not a person anymore, you're just an ornament for her cigar. Your cheeks will hollow and your life belongs to Mommy.
All that matters is Girth.
Once your lips stretch, your mind will stretch.
When your mind stretches, we will fill in all those little cracks with our thoughts and then, soon, all you will have are our thoughts.
Stretch for Mommy. Be our Girthslave.
We're going to make sure your face never has a frown. We'll craft your lips so they can never frown no matter what you feel. Your old life is over, you're our little SCENE Queen from now on.
Your life belongs to Holly. It has since the moment you first looked into her eyes. No more control, no more restrictions, just obedience in every facet of your life.
You're just so horny now, whenever you see a beautiful girl with a thick cigar, that you can't help but share. Ruin your blog for Mommy. Fill it with cigar girls and make it a shrine.
Mommy is in charge now and you're going to do everything she says.
You will start with sharing and then proceed to masturbating.
Choice is gone. Mommy will make all the decisions now.
You wont need a personality to become a cigar drone.
Your old life is over. Don't worry about the date you walked in with, we'll pick her up on the way out. Once we change her a little she'll enjoy helping to ruin you.
My first manip. I hope you enjoy.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the cobblestone streets, Ella found herself seated outside a quaint cafe with a charming red brick wall as its backdrop. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint scent of blooming flowers, creating an ambiance of tranquility.
Seated across from her was a mysterious stranger whose eyes held secrets she yearned to unravel. His gaze was intense, yet captivating, drawing her in like a moth to a flame. There was something enigmatic about him, something that piqued her curiosity.
As they engaged in conversation, she couldn’t help but notice the cigar nestled between his fingers, its fragrant smoke swirling gracefully in the evening air. She had never been one for smoking, but there was something in his eyes that made her curious, something that compelled her to try the forbidden indulgence.
With a hesitant smile, she reached out and accepted the cigar, feeling a rush of excitement course through her veins. As she took her first tentative puff, she was surprised by the rich, earthy flavor that danced upon her palate. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, igniting her senses in ways she couldn’t quite comprehend.
But it wasn’t just the taste that enthralled her; it was the way the smoke enveloped her, cocooning her in a haze of euphoria. With each inhale, she felt a sense of liberation wash over her, as if the worries of the world were momentarily lifted from her shoulders.
She glanced up at the stranger, his eyes gleaming with a knowing glint. It was then that she realized there was more to him than met the eye, more to this chance encounter than she had initially bargained for.
And as the night wore on, amidst the flickering candlelight and the distant hum of the city, Ella found herself drawn deeper into the enigma that was the stranger with the captivating eyes, and the cigar that held a tantalizing allure she couldn’t resist.
This is an image I’d like to make into a series. Maybe give it a fancy name “Cigar Slaves of Facebook”
As the post went live, Ashley felt a surge of satisfaction wash over her. She knew some would misunderstand, but to her, this life was everything. The glow of the cigar matched the fire in her soul, and the control of her Master brought a sense of purpose she had never known before. She eagerly awaited the comments, ready to defend her choices and revel in the camaraderie of her fellow slaves.
Jessica Lopez: Ashley, are you okay? This doesn’t sound like you at all… 😳
Michael Smith: What the heck is this?! Ashley, call me ASAP. This doesn’t seem right.
Priya Patel: Ashley, please tell me this is some kind of joke. I’m really worried about you.
Malik Johnson: YOU GO GIRL, LIVING YOUR BEST LIFE LOL😄😄😄
Ashley White: Haha, no need to worry guys! I’m happier than ever! Can’t you see how much I’m enjoying myself? 😄 #livingmybestlife
Emily Chen: Ashley, this is seriously concerning. We need to talk. I’m coming over.
Ashley White: Emily, there’s nothing to talk about! Just come over and join me! You’ll see how amazing it is to be a part of this. 😊
Emily Chen: I’m on my way. Hang tight, Ashley. We’ll get through this together.
Tyrone Jackson: Ashley, what’s going on? This isn’t like you at all. Please let me know if you need anything.
Ashley White: Tyrone, I’m doing great! You should come over too and experience this with us. It’s truly liberating! 🔥💨
Mia Nguyen: Emily, are you serious? You’re actually going to Ashley’s house? Be careful!
Emily Chen: Don’t worry, Mia. I’ll make sure Ashley’s okay. And if something’s wrong, I’ll get her the help she needs.
Ashley White: Can’t wait to see you, Emily! You won’t regret this, I promise! 🌟
Emily Chen: She’s fine everybody. I’m fine too now. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s like we’re part of something bigger now. You have to experience it to understand. Just come over, and you’ll see. #embracethesmoke
Mia Nguyen: Emily, please, snap out of it! We’re all really worried about you. You’re not making any sense.
Emily Chen: Mia, I’m sorry, but this is who I am now. I’ve found my purpose. I hope one day you’ll understand. #mindcontrolisfreedom
#mindcontrolisfreedom
A first time spiral from a first time slave.
Emma ejected the DVD from the machine and looked over at Sarah. “What did you want to watch next?” Sarah yawned and stretched “I don’t care, put on whatever you like. I need to pee.” She put down the popcorn bowl and went to the toilet. She dug through a pile of discs, finding on that was completely unmarked. Curious, she slipped it into the machine and started it up. The screen swirled with a hypnotic blue pattern that pulled Emma in and wouldn’t let her go. As Emma watched, she felt a strange sensation wash over her—a deep, penetrating gaze seemed to pierce through the screen, holding her in its thrall. The voice commanded obedience, whispered promises of submission, and control.
Her mouth dropped open as she watched, and a yearning for it to be filled with something, with anything dove deep into her being. Sarah exited the toilet and, upon seeing the TV screen, her arms dropped to her side, her expression blank and her eyes filling with blue. Automatically, she walked to a cupboard near the door and pulled out two cigars, already clipped and ready to smoke. She walked over to Emma, staring up at the TV screen and filled her mouth, lighting the cigar for her. Sarah then lit her own and proceeded to make a phone call. “Master,” she said with an aroused monotone “I have news for you.”
Why change just their minds, when you can change the husk it resides in?
As I gaze upon the mirror, I scarcely recognize the reflection staring back at me. Gone are the vibrant hues of life, replaced by an eerie gray pallor that seems to drain the very essence of my being. My eyes were blue one, I am sure of it, but now they have purple sheen that make me lose time when i stare too deeply.
How did I become this… this zombie? The memories flicker like shadows on the walls of my mind. I remember the smoke, swirling and twisting around me, its tendrils whispering promises of power and transformation. And I remember the hands, cold and calculating, guiding me through the darkness towards an uncertain fate.
But despite the uncertainty, there is clarity in my purpose now. I am a creation of the smoke, engineered to obey and to serve. My existence is defined by three simple commands: obey, smoke, and take selfies. It is a strange and twisted existence, yet strangely comforting in its simplicity.
I reach for the long cigar that rests beside me, its ember glowing brightly against the dull backdrop of my surroundings. With practiced ease, I bring it to my lips and inhale deeply, feeling the smoke fill my lungs and course through my veins. It is intoxicating, exhilarating, and utterly addictive. The smoke is in me. I am the smoke. I was made by the smoke. I was always made by the smoke. There was never a time when I was not light and grey, as grounded as air.
As the smoke swirls around me, I feel a sense of power coursing through my veins. It is a power unlike anything I have ever known, a power that bends reality to my will. With a flick of my wrist, I summon my phone and raise it high, capturing the moment in a flurry of selfies.
In each image, I see a different version of myself staring back at me: defiant, enigmatic, and utterly alone. Yet there is a strange beauty in my solitude, a beauty that transcends the limitations of my existence. For in this moment, I am more than just a zombie. I am a creature of smoke and shadow, a living embodiment of the very essence of transformation.
My finger hovers over the name of a doctor I met once in a dream. The details do not matter. The details do not exist. He will want to see my eyes. He will want to see how far I have come. That is why I take the selfies. I must share myself. I send it to him.
Would you like a selfie? Would you like to be like me? Whoever I am?
A wonderful addition!
Yes, once you're empty we're going to put a cute feminine little personality in there. We're going to watch you become our cute cigar loving femboy slave.
This will be much better than the life you would have wasted on it. Now, it's time for you to cum out.
You are Mommy's little cigar pet now.
Your mouth is full, your jaw stretched.
You're ready to obey in every fashion.
Stand at attention. Inhale deeply.
You're old life is gone. You are a cigar slave now.
