GO AWAY MINORS!! DNI!! IF YOU'RE UNDER 18, DO NOT TALK TO ME. Just your friendly 30yr old cis het dude from Chicago with a penchant for hypno and bimbo play, plus an aspiring writer (crazy, I know). I'm Hypwriter on Discord. Feel free to ask about commissions. Banner and profile pic creds go to @aliakindomu!
OK - HOLD UP HERE. I AM NOT WELL. I AM THE OPPOSITE OF WELL. JUST LOOK AT THIS DUDE'S SHIRT IN THE FIRST 5 SECONDS OF THIS CLIP YALL. I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO PROCESS THESE FEELINGS RIGHT NOW.
Certainly not a typical blog post here, but I've been informed that the blog going by "sheissostupid" has been hacked and they no longer have access to that blog anymore. Not tagging them because I don't want them to lash back out with revenge porn against her.
She asked me to inform of that, and that any messages received from that account or further posts from that account are not coming from her but from an ex who changed the email and password of her account.
Please stay safe, and I know everyone here wishes for her to come back to a safe space and warm welcomes again from the intelligence play and erotic hypnosis community.
This is not something I do frequently and I don't reblog often at all, but I just wanted to boost a friend of mine who's a part of the community and I happened to really adore.
I'll throw my own work in here as well - if you subscribe, you can get a couple of stories I've written featuring her as well! Kinky goodness all around, and for a wonderful person as well!!
(Just send me proof you subscribed and I'll forward you the stories free of charge.)
Note:Â This story is a collaboration with another author and it was written with : @hypwriter. Â
It was a few months ago, but we decided to work together after we got to talking about different stories we liked. Much like I did with other authors before, I proposed that we collaborate on a story inspired by the wonderful picture of Hannah Palmer. As I did before we would work together, but also seperately.
I would write from the point of view of Jessie, while he wrote from Ethan's point of view. He began by writing from Ethan's point of view and sent me his introduction. I then picked up the flow of the story from his words and wrote from Jessie's point of view before sending it back to him so he could continue and so on!
It was challenging and fun to write. Enjoy!
Ethan
IÂ knocked on her door this time; almost sure it was going to work. She had moved in almost a month ago, and Iâve been steadily making Jessie's acquaintance for the past few weeks. She was the prissy southern belle who never really gave anyone the time of day, but she was also a pushover and being the guy with the strong back, we made small talk as I helped her move in.Â
"Howdy! Whatâs new in your neck of the woods?" she greeted me joyfully, bouncing on her heels before settling down, tilting her head to the side coyly. My train of thought was derailed for a moment by the sight of those tits jutting out in front, almost begging to be groped.Â
*SNAP*
"Southern Hospitality dictates you should always greet select guests properly by being on your knees. It feels so natural and comfortable to follow proper southern hospitality."
I've been training her the past few weeks, making her into a good hostess. She always had Southern hospitality in her, she just needed something to bring it out. Her face went blank and emotionless for a second before coming out of her stupor giving a silly grin, dropping to her knees with a graceless thud.
"Have you forgotten your manners, pretty pet? Aren't you going to invite me in?" I said brazenly, knowing full well who was in control here.
"Ummm I'm sorry, Sir. Would you like to come in?" she asked when prompted.
I brushed her hair back and she leaned into it. She mewled a muffled moan as I took my hand away and stepped inside to make my way to her new sofa. With another snap and point, she crawled over to her spot beside the couch, lifting her eyes up to meet mine for a split second before shyly looking away. I rewarded her by sticking two fingers out, allowing her to slowly suck and fulfill her oral fixation as she knelt by my side like an obedient little pup.
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Jessie
My heart raced as I knelt at Ethan's feet, sucking on his strong fingers. Things had evolved so quickly between us that I never really stopped to think about it. He had offered his help when I moved in and I was incredibly grateful for it. I wasn't what you call a well-organized person, so I hadn't thought things through at all. None of my friends were free to help, so having Ethan's strong arms to lug my boxes up the stairs felt like a Godsend.
Besides... I couldn't say no to such a well-defined and charming guy.
He was just so easy to talk to! Most guys can get a little intimidated by my looks, but not Ethan. He talked to me as if I was just another friendly neighbor. He asked about a lot of things as we worked to move all my stuff in, and by the time we were done I felt like we were already old friends. We crashed on my newly bought sofa and I offered him a glass of wine to thank him for his help.
After all, it is only natural to offer drinks to your guests. Not to mention the fact he had helped me so brilliantly.
We sipped our glasses and continued to talk. Or... I talked... He was so curious about my life! I didn't mind though... I wanted him to stay so I talked and talked and talked.
The day's work had drained me however and my back was killing me. When I stretched and complained about the pain, he immediately offered to smooth out the knots he figured had formed in my back. Again... My savior! He came up behind me and started what ended up being one of the most relaxing massages I had ever felt.
I think I even dozed off!
After that wonderful first meeting, I found myself thinking about him almost every day.Â
I started making excuses to bump into him in the hall just to be able to talk to him. For some reason, I found his deep voice irresistible. His general air of confidence started to seep into my dreams as I started to fantasize about what kind of lover he might be. It was clear he admired my body, but his interactions with me never seemed to lead to anything romantic. Even when I started dressing to impress, he would just take note of my sexy attire with his eyes, but ignore it completely with his actions.
That made me realize what a gentleman he was. I woke up one day with a realization that I had stumbled upon a rare specimen of a man. A confident male that understood all too well the intricacies of Southern etiquette and hospitality. A man I found myself desiring... Every day, I grew a little more obsessed with him. With the possibilities...Â
Until one day, when he came over for drinks, I decided to make my move. Like so many guys before, I flirted and displayed my generous attributes until I found an excuse to come up close to him. He looked down deep in my eyes with a gaze that betrayed the lust he felt for me. I leaned up and kissed him. God... I still remember that kiss so vividly... And the taste... It was like I could TASTE his passion. His lust...
I was instantly hooked. I wanted more...Â
But before I could move things along, he broke off the kiss and looked down at me. All at once, the lust in his eyes had snuffed out, replaced with disappointment. What had I done wrong? Didn't he want me?
"Don't be so hasty." he scolded. "A majestic southern belle such as yourself shouldn't throw herself at a man like that. It's rude." he said.
I blinked, trying to piece together the words he had said.
*SNAP*
The sound of his fingers echoed in my mind and for a brief moment, I felt disoriented, like his snap was a mental speedbump stopping my train of thought. He had said something, something important, but I couldnât focus on that, all I saw were those eyes of his. Those intense eyes.
Itâs more polite to make eye contact and give your select guess your full attention.
"I apologize Sir." I said with a vacant smile, somehow acknowledging the comments I barely heard.
"Apology accepted. It's not always easy to push down what we feel. It can sometimes make us forget ourselves."
"I shouldn't have forgotten." I said shyly. "How rude of me to assume you wanted to kiss me. A good and proper southern lady such as myself should always wait to see what a man truly wants before acting on her desires."
"I'm glad you remember yourself." he said with a smile.
The way he made me linger in his arms told me he wasn't against the idea of us evolving things, but he was right, I had to wait until I knew what he wanted. It was only proper and polite of me. Since that evening though, my dreams became increasingly erotic as the taste of his lips kept lingering unto mine. Every bite I took... Every flavor I tasted... Every texture I felt...
It all reminded me of Ethan. As if my mouth had become fixated on the taste of himâŚ
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Ethan
*SNAP*
Her eyes automatically focused back up to mine, glassy eyes already glazed as if sheâd been in a trance this entire time. I had no doubt her mind had just wandered off as her lips and tongued worked languorously on my fingers.
I reached down, teased her nipples, and pulled her up by her tits, eliciting an excited, involuntary gasp of pleasure from her lips. Now upright on her knees, I tugged her dress up and off, hoisting it over her head and into the corner of the living room. Her tits seemed almost too good to be true, big and round and delightfully perky, almost as if they were made to be manhandled. At least thatâs what I told her.
I positioned Jessie in the corner of the room, and there she sat, eager to obey now. We started slowly and even in this state of mind I was hesitant to really push her hard at this stage. I started her off with a few helpful phrases we had worked on for the past few weeks.
*SNAP*
âMantra time.â I said coldly, and her mind started to wander back to our daily sessions.
âA proper hostess is a sensitive hostess,â she squirmed involuntarily as she felt her hand rise and brush up against her tits, a shiver working its way through her, making her tits wobble ever so slightly.
She continued to run her hands over her body as her mind slowly started to grind to a halt, her thoughts being replaced by simple, absolute rules I had put in place to make her into the perfect southern belle of a hostess. With her pussy already starting to drip, I reached down between her legs and placed a vibrator between them, making her giggle and gurgle as it buzzed between her thighs.
âMmmm⌠A proper hostess presents well to herâŚumm.. to her guesssttssâŚâ Jessie started to slur her words. She jutted her tits out to present them to her guest.
âA prop⌠umm.. proper hostessss letsss her guests use her bessst⌠ummâŚâ She kneeled there, buzzing, searching her head for the right word to use, but all that was coming up was silly thoughts of women being maids, hosting smart men. â⌠letsss her guests ussse her bessst ssshhtuffssâ she said with a giggle, finally coming up with a word there to fit her thoughts perfectly.
She heard a fly unzip, and her hands lifted her big, round tits up to present her best assets to her guest without even needing to think about it.
*SNAP*
âA proper hostess lets her guests use her assets how they want.â I said as I brushed the back of my fingers up against her nipples, causing her to shudder at that slightest touch.
A mindless nod from her and I knew she was ready. Her eyes went wide as my cock grew closer, and as I pushed my cock between her tits, she let out a groan that almost made me cum on the spot. Her hands moved her tits up and down my cock as she gurgled out more mantras that were fit for her as a good hostess now.
âGood hostesssses are goood girls!â she said excitedly, finally being able to release all that passion pent up in her system for weeks on end.
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Jessie
I could barely hold myself together as the pleasure went from simply seeing Ethan in my home to flaming out to the edge of an orgasm I was holding back for weeks! It felt so good to be able to fulfill my role as a good hostess.
Itâs incredible to think that I had forgotten so much about proper southern etiquette since it was at the very core of who I was and how I was brought up. I will forever be grateful to Ethan for his constant visits and his confident relaxing voice as we talked about what being a good host requires.
Being such a respectful man, it was only natural that he remind me of my short comings as a host before he would ever let our friendly neighborhood friendship evolve into something else. Every day, he would remind me just how important it was for a proper southern girl to keep her sexual desires in check while hosting for select guests.
It wouldnât do at all to let my arousal get out of control just so I could be selfish and satiate my own desires. A good hostess will always wait to see what her guest requires of her and she should never assume she knows what her guests want.
The proper way to be a good hostess is to wait and listen to her guests. Obey their desires and make sure she is fully prepared to help them enjoy her boundless hospitality!
As such, I had to make sure I could keep my arousal under control. Which is why I started to edge myself between Ethanâs visits. Every day he came by, I felt the pull of my attraction towards him and every time, I fought it off and waited for him to tell me what he wanted from his host. It was only the proper thing for me to do and I desperately desired to be the perfect hostess.
It was so hard to resist my own pleasure⌠Especially when his strong hands would caress my shoulders to help me relax. I almost gave in so many times⌠Particularly when he started to manhandle my tits! God that was so hardâŚ
But not as hard as keeping my drooling mouth in check.
Every day he visited, I felt the keen taste of him lingering in my mouth from our first and only kiss. Every time he caressed my generous lips, I got another aching taste of him, which only drove my desire for him to new painful heights.
I wanted to kiss him⌠Lick him⌠Suck himâŚ
For some reason, I felt this incredible drive to taste every inch of him. And more specifically, his cockâŚ
I fantasized about his cock almost daily as I edged ever closer to a release I couldnât allow to bloom. I wanted to taste his cock so badâŚ
Especially since every visit seemed to require me to wear less and less. His touch seeked out more and more of my sensitive flesh as my desire to be the perfect hostess got stronger. Which only made my head swim with intense pleasure as I sometimes forgot what we were doing and where we were.
Lucky for me, Ethan never lost his head and could always snap me back to order.
But tonightâŚ
Ethan got even bolder! I could barely think straight as I saw his cock appear before me through the haze of my pleasure. His cock! God⌠I wanted his cock so badâŚ
I completely lost it once he started to pump it between my tits. I couldnât resist anymore. The pleasure of being a good hostess. The vibrator between my legs⌠His cock inches from my mouthâŚ
IâŚ
I just HAD to have a taste!
Besides⌠A good hostess needs to please right?
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Ethan
âGood hostesssesss neeed too pleassseeeâ she gurgled happily, kissing my cock in between pumps of her tits. She was in a complete haze now of bliss and euphoria as her mind slowly leaked away, vibrator still writhing and buzzing unceasingly.
âGood hostess,â was all I needed to say to make Jessie squirt, all her mind completely drained away now as she stopped thinking for herself all together.
âPresent, little hostess,â was all the prompting she needed to remove the last scrap of clothing between her legs and show off her soaked pussy.
âHHmm⌠Once Iâm done training youâŚâ I said. âI bet youâll be very excited to come live with me as my maid⌠Youâll get to host all the time, and present and make sure everything is perfect and spotless. Youâll absolutely love⌠Wonât you little hostess?â
I walked around in front of her, seeing her tits dangling, mouth drooling without even knowing. I squatted down in front of her, admiring her thousand-yard stare. I brushed her hair back behind her ear and nodded her head yes for her; itâs the least I could do to be a good guest.
As I inserted my shaft in her eager mouth, I knew that Iâd never grow tired of her southern hospitality.
Very fun to work in collaboration with @thetravelingmaster. I've always been a big fan of his, and captioning photos has always been a mutual forte I think. I think there's room to continue this and flesh out the relationship of Ethan and Jessie, but as it stands, I think it's a lovely short story. Enjoy!!
Whoooooo... well, it's been a while since I last wrote anything here, so allow me to kinda reintroduce myself here on my blog for anyone who actually still follows me or cares. After multiple reincarnations and evolutions and maturing into what I want to be here, I've been looking to push myself to do the thing more and more. I say "do the thing" in reference to a poem I heard, and it stuck with me. "The only thing that's doing the thing is doing the thing." I've written a number of stories for individuals over the years, but they remain tucked away on Google docs. That's lovely because I can choose who has access, but that's hardly being a writer if only 3 people actually read my stories. Well, I'm gonna try to do the thing now, and whether I'll be successful or not, time will tell. I'm making this a public post here because I want some level of accountability, and saying this here will hopefully do that for me.
@ellaenchanting has over the past 4-5 years put out whole collections of writing and recordings every November time, and I wanted to follow in her footsteps. Below are simply all of her prompts during her HYPNOvembers (organized in an excel spreadsheet because I'm a geek that way), and I encourage anyone interested in writing on their own to take a look at her prompts, and potentially attempt to do a little writing yourself as well. Do the thing.
I'm going to attempt to do the thing, and maybe afterward, if I've got a decent library of stories, maybe I'll put them up somewhere. I'm unsure of the next steps after I do the thing, but first off, I need to do the thing. I've got friends to keep me accountable, and I've got 22+ stories on the docket to get through, so hopefully, I can accomplish SOMETHING.
Scheduling time to do the thing isn't doing the thing.
Making a to-do list for the thing isn't doing the thing.
Telling people you're going to do the thing isn't doing the thing.
Messaging friends who may or may not be doing the thing isn't doing the thing.
Writing a banger tweet about how you're going to do the thing isn't doing the thing.
Hating on yourself for not doing the thing isn't doing the thing. Hating on other people who have done the thing isn't doing the thing. Hating on the obstacles in the way of doing the thing isn't doing the thing.
Fantasizing about all of the adoration you'll receive once you do the thing isn't doing the thing.
Reading about how to do the thing isn't doing the thing. Reading about how other people did the thing isn't doing the thing. Reading this essay isn't doing the thing.
The only thing that is doing the thing is doing the thing.
I don't think folks like @jukeboxemcsa and @hypnopum get enough credit for the absolute service they do for the community.
If you're anything like me and my partners then a week will not go by without someone sharing a link to one of their daily prose with a "Please?? đĽş" or a "I think we could work with this..."
Constantly updating little peaks into scenes that inspire and tantalize are so useful because they let us have a quick sample of what a scene could feel like and share it with a quick "wanna try?" and that kind of inspiration and sharing of ideas is VITAL to keep kink alive, healthy and fun.
Heaven knows I've taken prose and spun scenes from the little seeds that they left in me.
And if you're not doing that kind of link sharing, I HIGHLY recommend it. It's VERY good.
Well said! I completely agree and have found the same types of inspiration from their incredible works!
You've been a frequent inspiration for me and I'm always amazed when I come upon your short scenes because they are so well constructed and easily stand alone without the need of a long character introduction.
A perfect hot shot of kink to get the creative and erotic energies flowing.
So hats off to you both, @jukeboxemcsa and @hypnopum !
Absolutely. I second everything said here, and I'll do one better by listing their patreons for support. (I find it kinda silly that Jukebox always talks about how he's terrible at advertising his stuff, but really, people like that can let the stories do the talking. I will continue to share and promote his stuff for as long as I'm in this kink community.)
Do you know or can you help find this one mind control bimboification story? Itâs about an Asian girl called kimiko and she lives with her stepdad. She has to wear this control collar I canât find it anywhere i love edging to it
This is the story you're probably looking for.
For anyone else who's trying to track down a specific story or article they know is on a website, like a story on mcstories, simply type into the Google searchbar site:yoursitenamehere.com keywords that will help you find it "or an exact phrase in quotation marks".
Sometimes I like to search various ideas on mcstories, like cheerleaders or nurses, so being able to Google and only show results from one site adds a lot of value when the site in question doesn't include any true search functionality besides very long lists of alphabetical stories.
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Hello Otto! Glad to find you. Please refrain from humping the stewardess, and only unload in the red zone.... Or was it white? No unloading in the white zone. That's it.
love love love when i get 12 new followers and theyre all bots with names that would be on t-shirts in iCarly. "Memorable yawn" "illegal butter" "crustless pudding"
For those of you in long distance D/s relationships, check out this app: Obedience.
It has where your Dom can make goals for you and tracks your progress. Thereâs a point system and you can earn rewards. There is also a punishment tracker and areas to put in shared notes, lists, and rules. Been starting this recently and I do enjoy a good tracker. Doubt punishments will ever be done bc ya know⌠always a good girl.
This is absolutely a game changer for people in long distance dynamics, especially for people who typically have a hard time staying on top of tasks. I've found that in some relationships, there's been a certain push and pull of trying to keep your own life straight while still looking for ways to connect with your partner. This is a great idea to combine the two into better sexual play and give rewards when in a deeper dynamic.
@korrupted-bunny thank you so so much for sharing this, I never saw it before!! I will absolutely be adding this to my own dynamics going forward.
For those with android phones, the link to the app is below. If anyone wants to link the ios version, feel free to add that one below as well.
Track your submissive's tasks, rewards and punishments with this BDSM app.
I remember when I was 18 or 19 years old, I actually remember having extensive conversations with a few people about age barriers and boundaries past the legal 18+ age gate, and I was kinda hurt when someone who was 25 at that time said they were only really interested in interacting with someone sexually who was 25 or older.
At age 27, I absolutely understand what that means, and seeing stupid things like this pop up from time to time just reminds me of that, and honestly it's a little triggering to me. Being 25 is absolutely not "cougar age," but I will say that being 18 or 19 years old definitely still makes you a baby, especially when they say dumb shit like this.
*You're not being sexy when you talk like this, *you're being cringy.
In the immortal words of LMM, let me offer you some free advice - talk less.
Youâre also not a bad sub if you need to safeword, if your limits are different today, if you have chronic conditions or mental health struggles that limit you more than youâd like.
Thereâs so many posts that talk about the âways to be a good subâ and honestly there is no one way and itâs okay to do whatâs right for you. Youâre not a bad sub at all.
And also, because she has been discovering being a dominant with our time together:
You're not a bad dom/me if:
Humiliating others isn't for you
Hurting others isn't for you
Oral isn't for you
Denial isn't for you
Total power exchange isn't for you
Bondage isn't for you
And so on, and so forth. Being a dominant doesn't mean you have to be all powerful and all knowing. It doesn't mean you can't safe word out of a scene that you find uncomfortable. It doesn't mean you can't drop after a really intense play session.
Thank you @jadedalibi for sharing this one! I'll say as well, the dom's side is also important!! For our kink, you're not a bad trance partner if:
Sharing videos or pictures of yourself isn't for you.
Intelligence play isn't for you.
Humiliation isn't for you.
Name calling isn't for you.
Files aren't for you.
Spirals and visuals aren't for you.
Being a good partner means good communication and making your partner feel comfortable and sexy in a really intimate space, be that online or in real life. It'll takes time to develop rapport with anyone, so just be respectful and considerate along the way, your partner wants to have a good time as well!!
things that mean a lot to me but I will never mention:
⢠goodnight/ goodmorning texts
⢠I miss youâs
⢠I hope youâre okayâs
⢠thinking about you
⢠when someone goes out of their way to show you they care
⢠when someone shows a real interest in you
⢠feeling wanted
⢠feeling like what you feel is validated
â˘feeling important
Always, to all of this. Difference is that you should absolutely mention it too that you like it. The littlest things like good morning texts will make a relationship special.
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