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Stroking your cock so slowly while I make you confess every perverted fantasy you ever had about me. You can barely form words, moaning and whimpering every time I edge you right to the brink... awww too bad, you're not cumming until you tell me every filthy detail, how you touch yourself when you think about me, what you imagine me doing to you and just how desperate you get.
This is what a slutty little mutts like you deserve.
pull my tits out in public to entertain your friends ❤️
put her in subspace and start asking her really difficult and confusing questions she doesn't know the answer to until she feels so so so dumb and lost that she needs you to think for her completely
the way I see it, you've got to hate the muzzle as much as you love it. maybe more.
you have to despise that fucking thing. you have to look at it and know that you're completely fucking gone the second it's put on you. you have to look at it and know that if someone puts it on you, they've got you. you're trapped.
you have to hate how it makes you feel. how you feel like someone's clicked the safety on you. how it makes you calm, obedient, and pliant. you're a fucking weapon, and that fucking thing makes you feel like you're floating on a cloud.
you have to hate the muzzle, and still want it more than anything in the world. you have to fucking fight it at every step, so that when you kneel and let someone put it on you without fighting they know that they've got your spine in their hands and could just rip it out if they wanted.
I fucking hate the muzzle, but I'll still ask for it, cause deep down I know I need it. if there's anything about muzzles that piss me off the most, it's that.
Hypnotizing my partner into plugging in my phone and not hogging the blankets
Aight well, I’ve got some followers so welcome everyone, I’m Cypress. I’m glad y’all like my hypnosis posts but I fuckin hope you like wedgies cuz that’s next. If you don’t, then like, go have someone hypnotize you to like wedgies.
You're not for you. Not anymore.
You've changed. Been changed.
Some of it you let happen and accepted. Some of it you knew was happening. Some of it you didn't even notice. None of it is going back.
You're not for you.
You've been made how someone else wants.
Customised.
Bits taken out, bits put in.
Not whoever you decided to be. Not anymore.
That isn't your choice now.
You're someone else's choices now.
You're not for you. Not anymore.
If you really want me to stop ripping them off of you - let me choose your panties, pretty thing. The ones you wear are so plain, I just want to dress you up like my little doll. Wouldn’t that be fun?
"If you want something, use your words."
Your partner speaks in a low and quiet tone. They look at you in anticipation.
"Well, I mean, I'm kind of in the mood but only if you are, and I don't want to make you unco-"
"Short and Sweet, baby."
You fall silent. The corners of your eyes blur a bit, and you hear a brief ringing in your ears, but nothing else seems to have changed. You continue.
"Well, n-"
Your throat closes up, cutting your sentence short. The smirk on your partners face grows into a grin. The feeling fades, and you try again.
"What I-"
Again, nothing. You feel a weight around your entire neck, keeping anything from coming out. You look down, bringing your hand up to your throat, feeling it, and when everything feels normal you look back to your partner.
"You don't remember this one? That's cute, I didn't mean to make you forget." They begin to walk toward you while talking. "'Short and Sweet.' You've only got one word at a time. No rambling, no asking, no begging. You don't have enough words after all. Now..." they have you pressed against a wall now. "... do you want me to walk away?"
You think for a moment, and reply "...no"
"Then you want me to touch you?"
"...yes..."
"Where do you want me to touch you?
You stare at them, the lust and fear coming to a boiling point.
"One word, baby, you better make it count."
"...neck"
"And?"
"...b-bite..."
"What do you say?"
"P-please."
"That's my girl."
You and your partner are hosting a dinner party with all of your friends. You're sitting across the room from them, making light conversation. Suddenly, they stand up and address the room.
"I believe everyone's here, lets all take a seat at the table." They look to you and say, "honey, be a dear and grab our guests some drinks?"
At those words, you fall back into yourself, completely losing touch with your body. From somewhere behind your own eyes, you look out and watch yourself stand up, speak to the guests, gracefully stride to the kitchen, pour a few glasses of wine...
None of it matters. Your body is on autopilot, and you know you can trust your partner. No, what matters now to you is the ecstasy. A warm feeling moves over and throughout you, like the first sip of a fresh cup of tea. Your brain feels like it's floating in a pool of thick liquid pleasure. You try to moan, but you can't find your own mouth.
Throughout everything, the lilting voice of your partner layered a thousand times over echos all around you. "Oh, look at you go, baby! Such a good girl, my good obedient girl. Keep going, you're doing so well for me. You're the most amazing servant, yes you are! My pretty little waitress, my sweet darling-"
The voice of your partner cuts through the noise in an instant. "That will be all, my dear, thank you."
You're back. You watched it happen, but it takes a moment for you to recount the time where everyone sat down, and the time you spent handing them their drinks one by one. Now they're thanking you, some of them half-heartedly raising and lowering their glasses in mock toast. All they saw was a very polite host at the beck and call of her partner. They thought nothing of it.
You sit down, letting out a small grin. You realize that every spiral, every pendulum, every metronome, every whisper in your ears was all in preparation for this short moment, and now the moment was gone. You wonder: What will your next job be?
I'm reading an article about how to practice hypno kink and it recommends trying to hypnotize yourself before you hypnotize another (reasonable)
And I probably shouldn't feel this way but I'm like "omg omg omg this is it this is when I click the shady link and I'm a drone forever this is it yes yes yes!!!"
Imagine talking back to your partner at a party with all of your friends around you. Sassing them, joking about them, calling them names,
Until they lean close to your ear and whisper "Watch how you speak to me, dearest..."
The room gets blurry for a moment, sounds are muffled, and suddenly you remember every single time your partner said that word to you. Every time they they touched you, "dearest," every time your moaned, "oh, my dearest," every time you came from their hands, "you sound so beautiful, dearest."
And then room is back in focus, sounds are clear again. All it took was an instant. You don't have to look under your skirt to feel the slick between your legs. You look up to see your partner already speaking to someone else. It was nothing to them, it was so easy, it was so quiet and intense,
And that was only a warning...
