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@midorikonton
Yeah, this is my Original Character, thanks for asking to see her! Huh? What the fuck do you mean "that's clearly a real person, it doesn't count"? I literally brainwashed her and rewrote her entire personality and memories. That makes me her author.
Hypnosis that affects your perception is so hot. You’ll be having a totally normal conversation completely unaware that you’ve got fingers down your throat and every word you’ve been saying has come out in moans and choking noises. You think everything is perfectly normal, unaware that your face is getting shoved in a pillow and a thick cock is about fuck you raw.
malleable and pliant are wonderful things for a girl to be
girls are soft metals
that's right
I’m just craving low key kink activity lately. Hanging out in lingerie and a collar. Doing shibari just to chill on the couch. Getting lazily teased and played with and petted while watching a movie. Casual hair pulling and mild domination. Just put me on my knees and let me lean against you for a little while.
CASUAL KINK MY BELOVED
Sitting at a domme's feet, leaning against her leg while she casually plays with your hair, feels wonderful.
Want to try it?
girls should ruin my brain if they want to...
i need to be tied down, spread wide, secured beneath headphones and a visor, edged until limp, orgasmed out of my mind, tranced to the brink of no return, and left there for a few days at least.
me talking about hypnosis to sceptical third parties: "Well, I'd say it rolls out of principled opposition to pseudoscience, if anything. People, even honest people, report seeing ghosts, say they feel better after taking sham medicine. The most parsimonious explanation for that is that the human brain can fudge its own experiences to be in line with social norms and personal expectation. All I'm doing is tapping into that capacity."
me hypnotizing someone: "Actually I have magic powers. You fucked up big time letting me in and now I can do whatever I want to you. Beg nicely and I'll put your brain back together after taking it apart."
based on recent posts, i’m curious to know your personal record of orgasms in a day 👀
good question haha! i think my personal record... gosh i think on average i want to have at least one orgasm per day. days where i'm feeling particularly frisky i might go for three or four.
i think my actual record is somewhere around like 30 orgasms??? i bounce back incredibly quickly after orgasms so if i have like a couple chained in succession i might need like a minute or so to recover, but after that i'm pretty much ready to go again
I have done this. One of my hottest memories is somewhere around orgasm 70-something I gasped "I can't," and my domme said "You can and you will." And the tone of her voice was so dark and hot and dripping with sexual menace I had another orgasm immediately.
in the age of repression and purity culture, getting more perverted is the only morally correct course of action
"This stuff is all a joke, right?"
"What stuff?"
"All this flashing swirling whatever. Girls drooling. That stuff."
"I don't know. Does it seem like a joke?"
"Yeah! Mean, look at this one. Lots of pink and flashing and all these pictures of girls just staring and drooling. It's ridiculous, and- Hey, was that a word?"
"I didn't see anything. Are you sure?"
"Yeah yeah, I saw... huh."
"See it again?"
"No I, think... wait..."
"Keep looking, you'll see it."
"Just keeps flashing... pink.... it's - there, I saw it..."
"What?"
"Broken... it said broken..."
"Say it again."
"Broken..."
"Keep looking, there might be more."
"Yes... more... I see... broken... blank..."
"Very good, you found the other word. Good girl."
"Nngghh... blank... good.... w-what..."
"Shh, this is just a joke, remember? Keep looking."
"Joke, yes... keep... looking... broken... blank... pretty girls...."
"Just like you, good girl. Keep looking. There's another word in there for you."
"Pretty... broken... blank... brainwashed... ?"
"That's the last one, good girl. Three words in this one and you found them all, well done. Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yesss...."
"Feels good to say. Say them."
"Broken... blank... brainwashed..."
"Good girl. You can just keep saying them now you found them, it's like a little treat. See? Jokes are fun."
"Broken... blank.... brainwashed... broken.... blank... brainwashed..."
hypnokink in the "makes you a docile, willing plaything" way. hypnokink in the "makes you eager to obey your new owner because Their every word and touch is bliss" way. hypnokink in the "driven so far out of your mind only Their control feels like coming home" way.
hypnokink in the "now you're Theirs, a pet, a thrall, property, and there's nowhere else in the world you'd rather be" way.
my ability to be both a sweetie pie and a sick pervert will lead me to great things
Daphne Tries Out the Booth
"Wait, this is seriously your first ever time at one of Carrie's parties? Oh my god, you have GOT to try the booth!" The leggy blonde with the perky plastic tits bounced to her feet and grabbed Daphne by the wrist, tugging her up and off the couch and through room after crowded room until they wound up somewhere just off the swimming pool and Daphne's friends were left far behind. "Oh my god, like, the booth is just, like, the best! I mean, it's not getting a lot of use tonight, because most of Carrie's guests are, y'know, repeat customers and all, but if this is your first time then you've never been inside and it's gonna, like, totally blow your mind!"
The whole thing felt a bit surreal, certainly strange enough that Daphne kind of realized only after the fact that she'd been led away by a giggly, ditzy stranger she'd only been talking to for about five minutes, but then again getting invited to an actual honest-to-god mansion was pretty weird, too. Daphne kept on thinking someone was going to notice her and ask what the hell that mousy, flat-chested woman with the dull brown hair was doing here, and it felt like such a relief for one of the glamorous and pretty women to take an interest in her that she didn't exactly leap to assert herself. Not even when they went inside what looked like a glorified shower stall and the door closed behind them with a sinister click.
It turned out to have one hugely significant difference from a shower stall, though. One entire wall flickered and glitched, revealing itself to be not tile like the others but an LED screen displaying the image of a wall, and the blonde giggled and clapped as it began to pulse with a whole series of colored lights and patterns. "Now, like, you're gonna, um, find yourself wanting to do things, and that's, like, totally okay because you're going to feel so good when you give in and do them. Like, don't overthink it or anything, in fact you should maybe, um, underthink a little? It's so much fun to underthink, babe. It's so much fun to think less and watch more." There was a weird intensity to the last sentence, like the other woman was giving a command, but Daphne couldn't pay attention to it because the lights were taking up her full concentration.
They were just… fuck, they were so pretty. They were so pretty, and they were making her pussy so wet, and Daphne knew that didn't make a lot of sense but she also knew she needed to get her clothes off right fucking now so she could feel that beautiful radiance against every last inch of her skin. "There you go!" her new best friend chirruped, a breathy hitch in her voice as she undressed right alongside Daphne. "See? It's, like, it doesn't hit quite the same the second or third or, um… more… time around, but it still feels good. And for you, cutie, it's gonna totez fuck up that big smart brain of yours." That sounded faintly ominous, but Daphne couldn't really think about it. She couldn't think about anything with the sexy blonde's fingers going down between Daphne's thighs to rub her pussy.
She tried to speak, but it only came out as garbled whimpers, and she was only barely aware of her own hand reaching between the blonde's thighs to match her rubbing motions. "That's a good girl!" the blonde cooed, her voice filled with encouraging praise, and Daphne felt a resistance she didn't even realize she'd been holding onto simply crumble into nothing. She moaned and mewled, her eyes wide and helpless, and knew that this was going to be only the first of many visits to Carrie's mansion and her very special booth.
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Would you be willing to share the post you were referring to in the bunny day post? I wanna be like that =W=
BWAAH the post i am referencing initially is fully a joke post
BUT. if you want good bunny posts i would definitely recommend @voxhypno whose bunny posts are Iconic to me
happy bunny day to my bunny lovers out there! bounce bounce am i right (PLEASE tell me if you know the specific post i'm referencing) you co
Oh wow, eternalgaylord is a name I haven't seen in a long time. We were friends on my vanilla account deep in Tumblr's past.
Kathy Gets Cumdrunk
Kathy couldn't help giggling when she heard the nonsense coming out of her mouth. It sounded like, "Whozza gumm fuggl fashe?" and within seconds even she couldn't remember what it actually meant, and her pretty pink cheeks spread into a wide, semen-splattered smile as she realized Dave's suggestion had actually worked. She was literally, powerfully cumdrunk, just from a couple of swallows and one last messy spurt that had dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin before he gushed a few little trickles onto her cheeks, and his jizz hit exactly as hard as Kathy's subconscious imagination would let it. And her imagination was pretty potent.
So instead of asking for another cock, because from the sound of things she was so intoxicated that she couldn't even talk straight, Kathy crawled drunkenly across the room to Dave's friend Aaron and looked up at him with wide hazel eyes that wordlessly appealed to him to pull out his dick so she could give him a sloppy blowjob. He looked hesitant for just a moment--maybe he thought he'd be taking advantage of her, because Lord knew Kathy didn't think this was actually going to work when she agreed to it, and maybe he thought she deserved a second chance at saying yes now that she knew what a talented hypnotist Dave actually was--but when she began to paw at his zipper, he undid his fly and pulled out his cock and that was all Kathy needed. She plunged down on his length in hopes of milking the cum out of him as fast as humanly possible.
He got into it pretty quickly, his fingers tangling into her bleach-blonde hair and holding her in place until she took deep, spluttering breaths when she came up for air, and even though a tiny core of Kathy's brain was just a little bit embarrassed by how readily she'd become the gang's cocksucking slut pretty much everything about the experience proved to be too enticing to resist. She loved being the center of sexual attention for a whole group of men, she loved the feeling of power she got when her mouth was engulfing Aaron's cock and he was reduced to whimpering and moaning and squirming with desperation to hold back his climax, and she loved the tingling buzz she felt inside her head when she drank his jizz in squirt after pumping squirt. It was all hitting on deeply-embedded hot buttons, some she knew about and some she didn't, and she understood when Aaron came in her mouth why the suggestion worked so well.
She managed to crawl over to Jakob as well, albeit with a few fumbling collapses as even crawling began to prove too much for her intoxicated brain, but once he shot his load down her throat the room started spinning a bit too fast for her and she flopped onto her back in front of the couch and pointed to her own mouth in a vague, stupefied effort to convince the men to fuck her face. They lifted her up onto the sofa, head hanging down over the edge of the cushions, and Kathy let out a peal of delighted giggles as she realized this was the absolute perfect position for them to use her throat as a fleshlight for pretty much the rest of the evening. That was when her eyelids fluttered shut and her mind gave up on cognition… which meant that Kathy didn't even know how many more cocks she sucked before Dave ended the suggestion and woke her back into sobriety once more.
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I made a meme for a class I'm teaching this weekend and now I'm sat here wondering which one is me… 😆
Uhoh, I fear I may be the Dommiest Sub.
Don't be such a prude. It's 2026, everyone has a mind control fetish. And no that statement is not related to the ominously humming satellite dish behind me.
