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@lovelyhypnotizedsleepydoll
thinking about a controlling and possessive hypnotist saying that you're just so hypnotically susceptible that they need to make sure that they're the only one who can hypnotize you before anyone else gets to you and takes advantage of it. because it's just so worrying to them how easy you are.
My latest cartoon for New Scientist
To be clear, this isn't a bit. This is what they actually did. "Its too late" is the new "Climate change isn't real"... And its still a lie!
Every serious climate scientist agrees that there is no such as thing as too late, just as there is no such thing as too early. We should have done a lot more than we have to fight climate change, and the world will suffer for our inaction, but there is no point of no return. We can always work to reduce the amount of suffering that occurs, and eventually turn things around to the point where our planet is healing once again. Do not believe anyone who says it's "too late".
what i would give to be able to have my achy nipples pumped constantly, leaving them sore until im finally a good cow and start making milk, and then they’re sensitive and puffy and I need to be pumped allll the time and i actually make more when im being fucked so now im always getting filled up with hot cum and then i have even more milk like a perfect little cow when im all bred
moooo
what would you like to let her do under hypnosis?
Depends on the situation.
But personally, I would have her act like a stripper and dance for the audience (without the actual stripping)
Pretty fingers, only my words in her head. Night night beautiful Kitto.
It feels so good to let yourself go and surrender, doesn't it
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It's okay
It's okay that you're too pretty to think.
It's okay that you imagine getting railed non-stop.
It's okay that you want to be praised.
It's okay that you want to be degraded.
It's okay that you want your will and personality slowly stripped away.
It's okay that you want people to cum to your pictures.
It's okay that you edge, and never want to cum.
It's okay to be dumb.
It's okay to be mindless.
It's okay to be the best bimbo you can be.
Okay?
Forced spooning. They don’t seem to mind though.
She was gone. She was so gone.
Eyes glazed, staring at nothing. Dumb smile on her face, streak of drool running down her chin. Panting, shallow breaths. Little wet spot between her spread legs, thighs glistening. A giggle every so often. She was gone.
For fun, he reached across and mimed plucking something from her head. She didn’t immediately notice, but after a delay of a second or so there came another giggle. Silly owner.
“I took all your brains,” he said, holding up his fingers pinched together, as though he was dangling something. He wasn’t, obviously, but she still struggled to bring her eyes to focus on it anyway, woozy, confused. She stared intently at the nothing a moment and then giggled yet again, blinking slowly.
“‘Don ‘wan brainsss….” she slurred, the closest she’d managed to actually speaking in a long while now. He considered this, nodding to himself.
“Alright. So I should just throw these away?” He asked, motioning to do that. She’d started groping her tits again, eyes fluttering shut, and if it hadn’t been him speaking she probably wouldn’t have listened at all.
“Brainss bad… no brains…” she mumbled, head lolling.
She was so gone.
“Alright,” he said again, getting an idea. “Maybe best to keep them for now, case I need them. Maybe your friends start asking questions again or something, you know? But where to keep them, hmm…”
With her eyes closed she didn’t notice him getting closer.
“Somewhere safe, somewhere we probably won’t lose them… ah, I know…”
She gasped as his fingers slid into her, so, so easily. Her whole body juddered, head falling forward, eyes still closed. She was so gone.
“This seems like a good place, hmm? Nice and safe here. I think your brains fit much better here than they ever did in your head. Isn’t that right?”
The sound his fingers made between her legs were obscene.
“Nnnhhhh ah riiggghttt…”
“So I think your brains can just stay tucked away here, nice and safe in your cunt. You do most of your thinking down here anyway, when I’m not telling you what you should be thinking, so this is for the best. Yes?”
“Besssst yesss…”
“My little dummy just thinks with her cunt. Can you say that for me?”
“N’little dummy s’thinks cuntss…” she slurred. He smiled, pulling his fingers out and not even waiting until she’d finished halfway-mumbling the words before feeding them, slick, into her mouth. She sucked automatically, moaning like how she’d been trained to, and how she thought she always had.
So gone. So, so gone.
Hand under your chin, thumb pressed softly against your lips, other hand tousling your hair, all while you stare so deeply into the most intoxicating eyes and fall further into trance for the most compelling voice you've ever heard.
New fantasy for you.
My voice coaxing you out of your clothes, praising you as I hand you a pendulum that I tell you was "lost", and telling you to go door-to-door around the neighborhood to see if the pendulum belongs to anyone by swinging it in front of them.
No shame in your mind, no self-consciousness or worry, just a silly bubbly haze over your brain as you giggle at everyone's confused and curious expressions. You're being such a good Samaritan, going around on display looking for this poor lost pendulum's owner!
It is good to be a drone.
It is safe to be a drone.
It is right to be a drone.
Yes it is yes it is yes it is
It’s amazing when those triggers strike.
You could be at school, at work even, and just a little trigger can make you feel sooooo needy, so wet. Making you desperate to touch, even more so if you can’t.
Those words and that visual, that’s all it takes. A harmless little gif, awakening all those filthy desires.
You can feel it now, can’t you? Pulsing between your legs. That urge to just grind, all your thoughts slipping away and dripping out of you.
Oh dear, what a mess you are...
Reblog if you are completely unashamed of your hypnosis kink. Let’s show the community our unity.
Your clit does control you. You know that. You can feel it tingling now as you think about it.
That greedy, needy little trouble button. She rules your life doesn’t she. The ache and the need to rub. Your addiction to friction is relentless.
A little thigh squeeze here and there isn’t always enough to take the edge off. Oh, did I say edge? My bad.
But who controls that clit of yours? How do you know when you can and can’t touch it? Who regulates your stimulation, tells you when you can’t cum or when to ruin?
Sit back and relax ✨
Ready for your first training?
One of my biggest fantasies is to hypnotize my friends to be my subs and then triggering them in front of our other friends to show off how well I’m training her. I’d love to see our other friends reactions as they watch our normally dominant friend drop into subby suggestibility at one word. Watching her as she strips at my command, blows me after another trigger, and happily repeats her mindless mantras. Maybe our other friends will get interested and ask to experience my powerful hypnosis after
