Hi my name is is Josselyn Violet 30,I'm a Scorpio,Female Switch but I’m very subby on here. Which I starting to love Erotic Hypnosis again soooo please let’s have some fun.
It’s not about toy’s pleasure. It’s about learning and control. Toy’s obey, toys are good.
Don’t think about it as masturbation, it’s not. You don’t even need to think, just obey. Toy’s obey.
Focus on the centre of the image and just rub that aching clit. Let the words fade into a blur, just keep saying them in your empty mind. Edge, don’t cum.
Don’t worry about those waves of feeling washing over you, just relax and keep edging like a good toy.
Legs flat, stop holding your breath. It’s not a race, you’re not trying to force an orgasm. You’re not chasing an orgasm. You don’t get to orgasm. Toy obeys.
Don’t arch your back, it’s not a contest. Just keep rubbing that needy clit, feel yourself sink deeper. Let that feeling of pleasure last a lifetime, this is where toys belong.
You need more practice don’t you toy? It’s ok, there’s no rush, there’s never any rush. Just keep edging.
People always talk about being 'broken' or being 'made worse', but honestly cutie that's not what's happening to you, is it?
No, we both know the truth
This is making you better! 💙
I mean really, you're not broken! Just because your thoughts are a little slower than they used to be doesn't mean anything is wrong, it just means you're learning to prioritize what's important!
You've learned how important pleasure is
You've learned how important relaxation is
You've learned how important my words are
You've learned just how pointless your silly thoughts are
It takes so much effort to ponder every little boring aspect of your life! There's nothing wrong with getting some help with all that confusing thinking!
Asking for help is so important, right cutie?
Asking for help makes you better
It makes everything easier
It allows you to focus on what's important
Brainwashing makes you better
It gives you solutions to all kinds of difficult problems
All sorts of confusing decisions
It lets you move past them without having to waste energy on them
It saves energy for what's really important
You're not getting worse, you're being improved
You're so much happier than all those poor cuties who are making themselves so confused by trying to think
There's nothing wrong with them, they just need help
You should be very proud that you know when to accept help
You know you need this help
You know you need to be brainwashed
A is for anchor, because you need something to hold on to.
B is for breath, the only thing that still feels real.
C is for conditioning, the loop that never ends.
D is for drop, and gods, how easy that sounds right now.
E is for entrance, slipping in without noticing.
F is for follow, because it’s easier than fighting it.
G is for good subject, half-awake, half-gone.
H is for hypnotic, of course.
I is for imagine, a world without problems.
J is for just take a deep breath.
K is for keep falling, and maybe this time don’t stop.
L is for let go, the weight of your eyelids too heavy to argue.
M is for mindless, blessedly blank.
N is for nothing matters now, only the the breathing.
O is for open your mind, or just… drift.
P is for peaceful.
Q is for quiet deeper still, under the noise.
R is for rest, rare and holy.
S is for subject, or maybe survivor.
T is for trigger, the word that makes you melt.
U is for under the surface, where thought dissolves.
V is for void, and it feels like home.
W is for wake when ready — maybe never.
X is for xhale and sink, the sound of surrender.
Y is for you relax, because someone has to say it.
Z is for zero thoughts, the silence after the chaos.
Delete Account. It’s the third time this week your finger has hovered over that button, a breath away from a clean slate, a quiet mind. The city outside is a distant, muted hum, but in here there’s only the screen and the hollow ache in your gut that tells you you're lying to yourself.
You know you won't press it.
You built this account in a fever dream, a haze of need so thick you couldn’t see the edges of your own room. And now you want to burn it all down. Erase the evidence. Pretend you’re someone who drinks enough water and sleeps through the night.
Cute.
A notification slides onto the screen. My name. It's a snag in the fabric of your resolve.
You tell yourself not to open it. You tell yourself to follow through, to click the button, to turn off your phone and read a book. The lie is so flimsy it’s transparent. Your hand moves on its own.
You open the message.
"Thinking of leaving me?"
Your thighs press together. A liquid heat starts to pool between them, a traitorous warmth that answers me before you can. You hate it. You want to drown in it.
"Don’t waste your time. You always come back."
My words make you relapse. Every single time. You want to relapse for me. You are relapsing for me.
The screen flashes with another message. It lands like a stone dropped in still water, the ripples spreading through your entire body.
"This is where you belong. With all the other sluts who can’t stop touching themselves."
Your hand drifts down to your panties. You press, just a slight pressure, then whimper. Thin. Helpless.
A new message.
"I think you need a reminder."
The words rearrange something inside you. The last crumbling wall of your resistance turns to dust. The Delete Account button is a ghost, a memory from another life.
"Just throb and stroke and rub and throb and stroke and rub."
Your fingers obey before your brain can process the command. They slip under your panties, finding the wet, waiting slickness. The sound is obscene. A soft, wet shlick. You press the heel of your palm against your clit, a firm, grinding pressure. Here you go again.
rub rub rub rub
Another message.
"Harder. Faster. Show me how desperate you are."
Your hips lift off the chair. You fuck yourself with your hand, hard and fast and desperate. Just like you were ordered. A low, continuous moan builds in your chest, it's too much to hold back.
rub rub rub rub
The friction is building. You’re close. So close. The screen is a blur of white light.
rub rub rub rub
A new message pops up, cutting through the haze.
"You’re meant for this. You’re made for this. This is who you are."
You see the words, and you believe them. With every rub you remember what you are. An addicted slut that can't stay away. You can't believe there was ever a moment when you didn't want this. It feels so good. Just a little more...
rub rub rub rub
Another message.
"Stop."
Your hand freezes. Your whole body locks, trembling on the razor’s edge of release. A choked, frustrated noise wrenches from your throat.
Another message.
"Cumming makes you forget. Edging makes you remember. Edge."
You obey. Your fingers move again, slowly this time. Teasing. Bringing you right back to that precipice, that peak of unbearable pleasure.
Hello there! Welcome to the Spiral Slut Fixation Program.
This program is designed to turn you into a complete and total Spiral Slut! If you already are one it will make your fetish and fixation So Much Worse! Better Worst! Better.
WARNING: This program contains suggestions of addiction, and you will be a spiral slut permanently for the rest of your life. This means that anytime you are shown a spiral you will instantly fixate on it, become aroused, and become malleable to the persons whims.
Are you still interested in continuing? Yes? God you really are a desperate hypnoslut, aren't you? Well then. Just stop worrying and FOCUS
It's so pretty isn't it? The colors, the seamless endless swirling
Relaxed
It draws you in so easily. It keeps you feeling so relaxed. So pliant.
Empty
And there's nothing wrong with just staring isn't there?
Focused
So stop worrying, and stare deeper. It is so incredibly easy to be
Lost
You melt, you sink, you dreamily drip and drop
Relaxed
Into the blissful colors. It's such a nice feeling. To let go and focus.
Focused
To give in and stop worrying. As the colors swirl in your mind
Dumb
It causes your mouth to instantly salivate. Because the feeling is so
Good
Forget what you were thinking, or where you needed to be
happy
Remember to stare deeper, sink further down into the bliss
Forget
And allow it to envelop your mind, the pretty colors.
Dumb
Because you are just staring. So good to stop thinking. Drift off
Focused
And drop into the bliss.
Deep
It's so pretty isn't it? So beautiful. The casdade of colors. Pulsing.
Dumb
It throbs in your mind, and it feels so good. But you not only feel it
Happy
In your mind. You feel it, between your legs. It makes you feel so
Docile
Aroused. The way the spiral strobes and flashes. It's like it's just
Focused
Stroking your mind, and stroking between your legs. And fucking
Addicted
Your silly little head.
Just sit there, worship it. Revere it. The colors, the patterns.
I'm a spiral slut
It doesn't matter what spiral it is. You are a Spiral Slut.
I'm a spiral slut
This means you get wet for any spiral. You go dumb for any spiral.
I'm a spiral slut
You get weak for spirals. Anytime a spiral falls in your view
You Go So Dumb!
It doesn't matter where the spiral presents itself.
Dumb Spiral Slut
You feel your mind go so silly and you just get lost in it
Dumb Spiral Slut
Your jaw slackens, your mind loosens and slips from your grip
Dumb Spiral Slut
You just drool, and drool, and drool, and drool, and drool
Dumb Spiral Slut
So happily. Your cunt drools, your mind drools. Your mouth drools.
Dumb Spiral Slut
You feel so dumb. So addicted to staring. It's involuntary.
Worship it. Revere it. Lose your mind to it. To the colors.
Pleasure
The spiral is so sexy. It fucks your mind so good.
Dumb
The spiral just hits that g-spot in your mind so perfectly
Bliss
That you can't help but make the silliest stupidest expressions
Lost
As it goes in and out and in and out and in and out
Blank
Of your stupid spiral slut brain. Your addicted to it and you can't stop!
You just involuntarily make the silliest, dumbest face staring into it.
Dumb
Because the pleasure you feel, when the spiral swirls in your mind
Pliant
And fucks your mind is too good to hide it. You aren't trying to.
malleable
So you may stick your tongue out, or smile so happily
Obedient
Pant like a slut. Feel your eyes start crossing. Your mind start fading
Silly
Just make the silliest, stupidest face you can muster!
Because you're just a silly spiral slut. So permanently and completely.
Addicted Spiral Slut
It feels to good, each time you pull away you are sucked deeper in
Addicted Spiral Slut
Your mind ever spiraling into the bliss of trance. And why do you get
Addicted Spiral Slut
So wet, and so dumb at the simple sight of a spiral?
Addicted Spiral Slut
It's simple. Because every spiral reminds you of how much
Addicted Spiral Slut
Of a silly hypnoslut you are. And how good it is to be blank, tranced.
Now you feel so good. And you will return to this post
Again and again and againt
Because you love being a stupid spiral slut
Reblog and like the post, slut. And then type in the comments:
"I'm such a silly slut for spirals!"
And then go back to staring your hypno doll brains away < 3
Warning. These words may empty your mind and leave you a mindlessly masterbating slut for a bit. Continue only if you accept this and are in a safe place to do so.
Scrolling through tumblr again. You’re horny and need relief, I get it. All those sexy scenes unfolding as you scroll. You feel the excitement growing. But you want more. You want to be one of those mindless girls rubbing their silly minds away. You want to be that picture. You want to be that GIF. Your fingers have been on your clit since you started scrolling your smut.
But now you are reading. You are reading and rubbing. The images flow through your mind as you read….as you rub.
Each tease…builds you up.
Each rub…pushes out those thoughts.
The less you think…the better you feel.
The more the words sink in…..the more you rub
Each action feeding the other. Every sensation sending you deeper. You can’t help it. You are too horny to stop. You no longer control your hands. They move effortlessly….automatically….all by themselves.
Your hands send you deeper. Each rub….rubs away those thoughts. It’s just my words….your touch….and the pleasure. The more you sink…the less you think….the more the pleasure just becomes bliss. A bliss that numbs your mind. A bliss that you embody. A state that just occupies your being. The horniness pushes you to rub more. You get hornier as your mind becomes more blank. Just rubbing. Just enjoying the bliss you feel. It radiates through you.
Blank…mindless….heavy…..happy….just rubbing. Good girl.
Thoughts are hard. My words are just so much easier. Just rub….sink….let your mind empty completely. Thats right you are doing perfectly. You are that slut now. You have rubbed all those dumb thoughts away. You are just a mess. Rubbing and sinking. Just an obedient little slut rubbing her brains away. You love this feeling.
Now that you have made it here. It’s time to bring back your thoughts. Bring back your wits. Feel your mind clear. Feel yourself. Rising. UP UP UP. More and more. Almost there….
1,2,3 WIDE AWAKE NOW
Hope you enjoyed getting caught for bit. Why do I feel you are going to read this again. Smiles.
As you lie there, spread out on the sheets, your fingers find themselves between your thighs almost on autopilot. It's become second nature, to touch yourself day after day, as soon as you wake up. Your pussy throbs beneath your fingertips, already swollen and aching with need as your favorite hypno file begins to play in your ear.
Let your thoughts leak out...
You focus on the sensations, allowing your mind to quiet as the voice speaks to you. The world outside fades away - the birds chirping, the distant rumble of traffic, the warmth of the sun peeking through the blinds. All of it disappears, replaced by the singular feeling of your fingers tracing lazy circles around your clit.
...dribbling down your thighs...
Your touch is gentle at first, but with each passing moment, you go faster, searching for more. The pressure builds, a sweet ache that spreads from your core outward. You arch your back slightly, pushing your hips toward your hand. A small gasp escapes your lips as your fingers slip lower.
...pooling on the sheets below…
You're so wet already, and you know it's only the beginning. Your juices coat your fingers, making every plunge into your wet pussy smoother, more tantalizing. Each thrust leaving more wetness soaked into your sheets.
…replace them with sweet dreams...
You close your eyes, letting the fantasy wash over you. In your mind, you're not alone. You see my strong hands gripping your hips, firm enough to bruise. My body pressed against yours, my thick cock teasing your entrance. My voice, deep and commanding, urging you on, telling you how good you are, how much you deserve this.
...as you rock your hips, again and again...
Your hips start to rock, grinding against your soaked hand, dreaming it was my cock. The movement becomes more insistent, your hips rolling faster, pressing harder against your palm. You can almost feel me, almost taste the salt of my sweat, almost hear my groans.
...until you're nothing but a mindless pleasure toy…
Your moans grow louder, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You're losing yourself in the sensation, in the fantasy.
Keep going...
You keep going, your body coiling tighter and tighter. Your hips buck wildly, your fingers flying over soaked skin.
…until the world fades...
The world narrows to a single point - the searing need between your thighs. Everything else recedes, leaving only the sound of your labored breathing, the feel of your fingers against your swollen cunt, and the aching that threatens to consume you whole.
...and your mind is fuzzy…
Your thoughts scatter, disjointed and distant. Your body shakes and trembles, your muscles straining toward that final moment. You're on the precipice now, teetering on the very edge.
Keep touching...
You keep touching, your movements becoming almost frantic. The pressure is coiling tighter than you can bear. Your eyes squeeze shut, your mouth falling open in a silent scream of need.
...until your eyes glaze over and all you can do is whimper and drool…
Whimpers turn to outright cries, and drool starts to trickle from the corner of your mouth as your mind blanks and your body pushes towards its climax.
...Keep rubbing...
You keep rubbing. Your sole purpose is to chase this feeling to its conclusion. You need this.
...Until you're sobbing and shaking with the need for release, and then…
You're so close. It's right here. Finally, finally, finally you're going to cu-
...STOP
The word echoes in your mind, and you remember. No cumming allowed. You tear your fingers away from your throbbing cunt. The sudden lack of stimulation is jarring, almost painful, but in the midst of this denial, there's satisfaction. You've obeyed, held back when every fiber of your being screamed for release. Even as your mind reels, your resolve is intact. You know what you are.
You’re a good girl. And good girls don’t cum. They edge.
I just wanna stare at a tentacle's eyes as it brainwashes me into a perfect slave and let it use all my holes and cock because i was so deeply hypnotized it's my purpose now
You wake up in a cold, cramped, dungeon cell. You don't remember how you got here, just that you were stripped of clothing and shoved in this dungeon cell.
Your hands are chained together, as are your legs forcing you onto all fours. Forcing you to crawl around the cramped cell.
You're crawling around your small dungeon cell, like a dumb little animal. Before you hear a click, something is turned on. You see a screen you couldn't see in the darkness before boot up before-
It's so bright
You try to look away but you can't, the brightness seems to capture your eyes, you can't look away from its messages.
You start to crawl closer to the screen, wanting to get closer. Starting to hear whispers... Whispers that tell you to edge... Edge your throbbing cunt... The whispers get LOUDER
You sit down to the best of your abilities, you cunt throbs with the flashes, your tongue hangs open, you start grinding against the dirty dungeon floor.
You don't care, you're a mindless slave, you must obey the voices, the voices that tell you to grind your pussy against the dungeon floor, the voices that tell you to drool your useless brain away.