Looking for Love in Between

Doctor (30+, cis, heteroflexible, she/they) with a penchant for mind play, bondage, anal, and numerous other proclivities... None of the images are mine unless noted. NSFW. 18+ ONLY.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Clarissa Gets Her Thoughts Sucked Out

"You believe me now, don't you?" Aaron asked, but of course by then it was too late and Clarissa could only answer him with a loud, desperate moan. "I told you that wasn't a sex toy anymore, babe. I told you it was a thoughtsucker, and if you put it to that needy clit of yours it would drain every last bit of your brain right out through your pussy. But someone decided to be a little brat and show me she was too strong-willed to fall for a suggestion like that, and what happened? It looks like you decided to start playing with your buzzy wand like a horny slut and now you can feel yourself getting dumber every second. And you can't even pull it away because it feels too good to stop."

If she was thinking straight… or really thinking at all, for that matter… Clarissa would have told him it wasn't like that. She would have said that she knew what a talented hypnotist her lover was, and she only challenged him because the same post-hyp that made her believe her favorite massaging vibrator was fully capable of pulling every last thought straight down her spine and into her leaky pussy also tricked her into convincing herself that a little bit of playtime wouldn't hurt and she could stop whenever she wanted. But Clarissa's mind was already too far gone for that, and all she could do by this point was uselessly struggle to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head while she made soft grunting noises and utterly failed to pull the massaging vibrator away from her throbbing clit.

And Aaron was showing her exactly no mercy. "Oh, there goes another thought," he chuckled, watching a little gush of musk trickling down her light brown labia onto the towel he'd put down. "You don't even know if you're going to get them back, do you, sweetie? For all my cute little dummy dum-dum knows, she's going to wind up so blank and empty that she'll need a big strong man to do the thinking for her from now on. And that makes you cum so, so hard, doesn't it, cutie pie?" Clarissa was actually a PhD astrophysicist when she wasn't playing bedroom games with her imaginative and inventive dominant, but she wasn't in that headspace right now. She was fully and totally convinced that she was going to buzz her brains away forever if she didn't stop masturbating right this second.

But she couldn't stop. Because Aaron was right, it felt fucking incredible to be this completely and totally helpless to stop herself from cumming. It was so hot to lose all her self-control, to fully and uncritically believe that she was literally masturbating herself stupid and to struggle with all her willpower to move that toy just a few fractions of an inch away from her sopping cunt, only to discover that the part of her that was already too dumb and horny to worry about consequences was stronger than every last bit of her waking intellect. It made her feel so deliciously weak and submissive, and that kept the toy in place even as the last of her fading wit warned her uselessly that she needed to stop or she'd be Aaron's slut forever. She let out another long, lowing moan, more like the moo of a cow than any human noise, and let herself sink into climax as her thoughts drained away.

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[milkyhoneybee]

I wish my nipples were even bigger and even more sensitive and even having them brush against the inside of my top made me so horny it was genuinely hard to think

and I wish that my friends knew and they thought it was hilarious/hot that they could just casually rub them and see me become a drooling, wet, stupid mess

Like, mid conversation they start just rubbing super gently and I can continue a bit but then they give a good squeeze and I physically can't restrain myself from moaning and leaning into it

As long as they keep playing with my nipples, they can do anything to me and I won't be able to resist. Someone sucks on them for a bit and I'm grinding and humping against them, mindless

They strip me, put nipple suckers on me, attach some weights to those, tie my hands behind my back so I can't get them off, and watch me shake as I deal with how horny I get every time I move even a bit. They might pull me over, slide a cock or fingers inside me, fuck me and make my tits bounce, or they just slap them to make me moan and drool from the stimulation...

Maybe they even attach vibrators onto the suckers, and watch me cum my brains out for a while... They could do anything they want to me as long as my nipples stay stimulated

By the time they finally take pity on me, it's been hours (or even days, maybe months?) and my nipples are so swollen and sensitive, they're super stretched out and thick, the air on them makes me cum so hard I collapse, and it's another half hour before I can even register I'm in some shady adult shop, with one of those massive special order super thick monster dildos inside me, and my friend who took me there told me they thought it was hot/funny that they were able to shove me down onto it with no resistance because of how stupid I get from my teats

I realise then that I'm wearing a collar and leash, and my friend is handing it over to the shady owner of the store, who says they're looking forward to trying out all the different ways they and their customers can think of to keep me an empty-headed cow whore, and before I can start to object, they stick a pair of wireless vibrating nipple rings on me and set them to the highest setting, and my brain melts as my tits take over

[iiiusion-of-choice]

I sat down on the couch, bottomless and erect. you straddled Me and slid slowly onto My shaft.

"Are You sure this will work?" you asked nervously. "I don't want anything left. I'm so tired."

I nodded and started to put you under. I kept intentional tone and spacing, emphasized certain words or syllables. As your mind began to feel heavy, I began to peel you away from your own mind.

"your consciousness is formless. Fresh dough kneaded by My thoughts. Manifested by the words I speak into you."

you smiled and let the boundaries of "you" slip. The guards were removed. The doors unlocked.

"Each time you lower yourself onto My cock, the dough is folded over. The thoughts on your mind are buried inside itself. Folded in and scattered. No longer coherent."

your pace slowed but still your hips rose and fell, taking My length deliberately. Up. Down. With each lowering your thoughts flipped, exposing a new set of thoughts beneath them.

your first thoughts were in the moment. The instructions and the hypnosis. My identity. Our location. What day and time it was. Then with a wave of pleasure as you sank down onto Me, they collapsed into...parts. Pieces. They were there but no longer full thoughts. Nothing that could be retrieved or understood.

Up you rose. you felt like you'd forgotten something but you feel hands on your hips guiding you. There is a cock in your pussy. you're naked. It's cool in this room. Cool and dark. The shades are open in what appears to be a hotel room and it's dark outside. The hands on your hips guide you, slowly, down onto the hard and waiting cock and your awareness of your surroundings slips...

you're bouyed, like on a boat. The waves crest and you feel your body rise. Something inside you feels good. The clothes on your body feel funny. Tight in some spots, so light you can't feel them in others. you don't remember boarding a ship but that's ok. you haven't felt this good in a long time. The warmth inside you grows as the boat slides down the wave and...

Feels good. It feels good. you feel good. Bounce. Fold. Down...

Fold. Fold. Fold. Fold...fold...ffffold...ffffffffffff

...

...ff

your motor skills had long since failed when I carried your limp body you the bed and finished what you started. There was nothing left on your mind. your eyes were open and vacant and drool fell onto the bed as your head flopped sideways. Even your pussy had stopped responding, no longer clenching and now needing a bit of lube.

I finished and sat beside you, reciting your new programming as I built your mind from scratch. Programming devoid of fear, trepidation, overthinking, pain. Programming filled with fulfilling sexual and domestic servitude. No longer tired.

Sub-conscious, but never more awake.

[iiiusion-of-choice]

you thought we were going to a show. The theatre was oddly non-descript from the outside and not in the traditional theatre district, but once inside it was spacious and opulent. There was luxurious food and drink, and everyone was dressed at their peak, including you. The plunging neckline and backless dress barely clung to you, and you fully expected to draw stares. As you looked around, you noted a surprising number of other exceptionally gorgeous women as well. you moaned quietly and involuntarily stuck out your tongue as I pressed against you and drew My fingers across your covered pussy. your training was muscle memory.

We took our seats and the lights dimmed. Quietly, five women walked onto the stage. They looked...off. Dazed maybe. One at a time, they stepped forward and removed their clothes, posing and moving so their beauty could be examined.

Next, another women, fully clothed, moved to each in turn and drew a small leather flogger between their thighs. Some gave no reaction. One learned into it. One moaned.

you were confused until the bidding began. Prices too low to be trafficking, these women were almost certainly being rented. If you were to guess, probably just for the night. you glared at Me. It was just the type of sadistic thing I would do to keep you reminded of your place. Forcing you to watch Me bid on another women, spending money that could have been spent on you, and then forcing you to watch her and I. The jealousy would infuriate you, but you were just a pet, and I would remind you of that whenever you began to act entitled.

Five sets of five girls had been rented out, and I had yet to offer a bid despite some of them being truly exceptional specimens. I handed you a drink to replace the one you had just finished, and you took a healthy sip as we locked eyes. you started feeling suddenly woozy, and confusion followed quickly. I smirked as your eyes glazed over.

Everything was so...hard to understand. Things were out of focus, sounds were crisp but background noise was absent. you felt lost, but directions were being given and you just...followed. Absent any rational thought, you did as you were told. It was far less scary. your dress slid off your shoulders. your panties were pushed to the floor. Something passed between your legs...a snake? No...it felt good. you moaned. It must be Master. He was going to fuck you. you dropped to your knees, opened your mouth, and stuck out your tongue. your training was muscle memory. It felt safe.

Someone told you that you drew the highest bid they'd ever recorded. That sounded nice. you were a good girl. A hand led you away. It must be Master. He was here to take you home.

you are riding. A horse? No...the fog was clearing. Sex. you're having sex with Master. No...not the right body shape. Not the right dick shape. Not the right face. you would stop but... something was between your legs and instead you moaned and stuck out your tongue. your training was muscle memory.

[stillvathek]

He could tell she was getting closer. The way she was breathing, the noises she was making. How she strained against the straps holding her down. He knew what it meant.

Which is why he took the toy out from between her legs.

Mouth held open by the gag, the noises she made then weren't anything like words, but he could guess what they were about. The frustration showed on every inch of her. Shining sweat, flushed face, heaving breaths. It was too much.

That was the point.

"There there," he said, pinching one of her nipples and causing her back to arch, chest pushing up into his hand. "You're doing very well, but really you're going to give in sooner or later."

He pinched harder. Her gurgle rose in pitch.

"I know explained this at the start, but I'll explain it again. Repetition is part of it, Bunni. The idea is to try and start you again, start over. A clean slate. You were a nice girl, yes, but I want you to be my girl. Totally. With nothing else."

Her head shook weakly. The blindfold stayed on, as did the gag. Blind and dumb, but not deaf. She had no choice but to listen. Listen and shiver as he trailed a finger up her leg, up her side, across her belly...

"Now, if I'd told you any of that a week ago you probably would have laughed. Ridiculous, right? Now though? Now you're not so sure. Now you're a little worried. And it only took, what? An hour to get you like this? Or was it two? Or a day, maybe? Oh, you don't know, do you..."

He leaned in close, put his mouth by her ear.

"You're going to forget your name, you know. The name you think is yours now. I'm going to take it away from you. Maybe you'll hear it one day from someone, someone talking about someone else, and you'll have a moment where it sounds familiar, but then it'll pass. Just some girl you must have known once. But not you. Not my Bunni."

The gag made her whimpering sound dumb and needy. He gave her hair a stroke, tidied some of it up a little.

"It's okay. It's not your choice. It's going to happen, and you won't even remember anyway. Good girl. I think you're ready to keep going now."

Buzzing low, the toy was pressed back against her slit and the groan she let out was completely mindless for a good few seconds until she struggled to get back a little control.

She was losing.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Lindy Gets Bred Again

"Um, I know this sounds silly," Lindy murmured, her voice sounding sheepish in her own ears as she clambered onto the couch and squatted on all fours with her cheek pressed against the cushions and her rump sticking up into the air. "But, uh, could you, um… could you breed me?" She knew it was an impossibility, of course. At eight months, she was acutely aware of her swollen belly and dangling, milk-heavy udders, and she knew she wasn't getting another baby inside her for a while. But her programming didn't care about that--it wanted the experience of being mounted and bred like livestock, and Lindy's programming had been in charge of her brain for too long now to think about fighting it.

Which wasn't to say that Noah was simply going to snap to and give her what she wanted right away. "Awww, is someone being a needy little heifer, hmm?" he asked, reaching over to pull apart her flushed and swollen pussy lips and inspect her cunt. "Are those pregnancy hormones messing with her tiny little brain and getting her all horny and confused like a good girl?" Lindy couldn't help grinding her cunt against his fingers like a bitch in heat as she grunted in helpless agreement--she'd thought she was constantly aroused back when they were trying for a baby, but it was nothing compared to how she felt when she knew one was growing inside her. It had kicked her fetish into overdrive, to the point where Noah had to put a fucking machine in her kennel just to keep her sated, and she still found herself begging for his cock pretty much every single day.

"Yuh, yes," she groaned, her mind vacantly preoccupied with the squishing sounds she heard from behind her as Noah offered his outstretched fingers to her greedy, humping cunt. "H-horny, con… con, umm, umm…." She could feel her train of thought slipping off its rails, her mind getting smaller and smaller every time she fucked away a little bit more of it on Noah's thrusting digits, and something inside Lindy quietly settled into blissful contentment--it felt so fulfilling to stop struggling with the weight of the world and just reduce herself to a rutting, grunting vessel for Noah's seed, and even though her brain wasn't really grappling with all the complicated realities behind her fetish she still knew she was incalculably grateful to her husband for accepting it without judgment. She could be a smart girl once the baby was here. This was her time to be dumb and drippy for Master.

And this was Master's time to treat her like the horny bitch she was. Noah's cock replaced his fingers, his weight draping itself over her as he mounted her like a bull with a cow and drove his prick into her cunt with one unrelenting thrust after another. Lindy's eyes rolled back in her head until only the whites showed, pleasure instantly numbing her brain into deep trance, and without thoughts to distract her every orgasm felt like a white-hot explosion of ecstasy inside her mind. She wanted it to be like this forever. She wanted to be her husband's dumb horny fucktoy and never ever stop. He came inside her eventually, patting Lindy's butt and giving her an indulgent smile while she crawled back to her kennel, but all she could think about was her next chance to get fucked and bred.

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[soulfuxker]

GOON BOT

Kidnapped, drugged, and bound to her chair.

Once I’m done with her these hypno clips will be permanently engraved in her brain. She won’t be able to think of anything or anyone else.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Linda Struggles With That Final Step

"Oh, I don't know if I can… ummm…." Linda was suddenly, acutely aware of the open door behind her as she struggled to put actual words to the desire gripping her--it wasn't that she didn't know what the McPhersons were offering, it was that if she actually said it out loud she'd have to admit that she truly was standing in a barn with nothing on but her damp, clinging panties and a peek-a-boo bra that was more peek than bra, her gigantic tits aching with the desire to be hooked up to the milking machine they had waiting for her. Saying it out loud would make it real, and that was very nearly enough to make her sprint back out of the barn and run away as fast as her legs would carry her.

But then her mind returned to the website. The McPherson Family Farm site, a seemingly innocuous name for one of the most perverse and fetishes ever to stir Linda's cunt to an eye-popping, brain-melting climax while she was wandering the Internet with one hand and rubbing her pussy with the other. Live feeds of women just like her, big-titted blondes with udders that hung low whenever they crouched or knelt, resting on their hands and knees in a warm bed of straw and letting the milking machines pump their nipples while they stared vacantly into space and let out the occasional lowing moo. "I, I mean, I'm not… they're not, not yet," she babbled, still trying not to let the actual substance of what she was here for escape her lips. But both she and Mrs. McPherson knew.

Because there was a whole section of the website, fully and explicitly labeled so that no one could claim they stumbled into it by accident, for women who saw all those horny cowsluts and felt their tits tingle in sympathetic arousal. It had special videos, ones made by the McPhersons to lull the mind into a state of docile, placid trance exactly like the bovine-brained ladies on their live feeds, and it had taken Linda all of about a week before she watched the first one in the farm's training sequence. She saw all those kneeling, horny babes getting milked and mounted by the ranch hands, and something about their vacant stare and untroubled smile made her want to know what it was like to be that dumb and free and happy. And that ultimately led her here.

Which was a mistake, of course. Of course it was a mistake, and Linda even managed to mumble out, "I… I should, um…." before she realized that she couldn't make herself say that final word because now that she was here with the warm smell of hay and milk filling the air she never wanted to be anywhere else again. Her brainwashed mind--a mind she had knowingly and deliberately subjected to the brainwashing of her own volition--craved to get down on all fours and wait passively for them to hook the pumps up to her, and she was certain that if she wasn't expressing yet then a few sessions of industrial-strength suction would make it happen. But if she said it, if she pushed through the nervous babble and actually fucking admitted it, she would be at the point of no return. She'd have no choice. She'd… fuck, she'd never have a choice again.

And that was what finally triggered some deep aspect of her subconscious to simply make it easy for her. "Moo?" she heard herself say, the word still almost human in its questioning tone, and the sense of relief Linda experienced on realizing that she could go dumb and docile and forget how to talk like a person instead of stammering her way through an embarrassing admission she didn't want to make simply popped her worries like an overinflated balloon. "Moo!" she exclaimed, sounding less and less human with every utterance, and Mrs. McPherson smiled and nodded in patronizing agreement before finally leading her into the stall to be milked.

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[imjustholes]

fun hypno fact!! 🥰🥰 if u play thr same mantras on loop 24/7 for days amd days ur brain eventualy gets so used to it that it fills anu empty space with the mantras and u can still hear it wjen it isnt playing 😵‍💫

[thekinkymadscientist]

I'd like to give you an orgasm button.

It's quite the challenge to learn to orgasm on command, but you're a very good subject. I'll get some little plastic button, something that makes a distinctive click when you press it. I'll get you nice and worked up, and then press the button as you cum.

A few more times around, and some intense hypnotic sessions -- perhaps conditioning you while you're hypnotized as well -- and now we have the trigger implanted nice and firmly. When the button is pressed, you cum.

And since I'm a nice tist, and since it is the season of giving and all, I'll let you keep the button for yourself. Whenever you're feeling horny, whenever you want to feel good, you can just press it, and you cum.

Every so often I'll reinforce the trigger, just to make sure it stays nice and strong. The orgasms the button gives you will be deliciously powerful. I imagine you'll stop masturbating before too long. Oh, you might edge yourself if you want to really enjoy the build-up and anticipation, maybe touch idly while watching or reading some smut... but if you want an orgasm, the button's right there, and it feels much better than your own hands or toys. You'll have the button in front of you, and when you've ridden the edge for long enough, you press the button and you cum.

And over time, you'll end up pressing that button more and more often. Whenever you're a little stressed, or horny, or bored... the button's right there. There are no restrictions. Press it and you cum.

After you've been using the button for a few weeks, after it's become routine... I'll wait for one of those reinforcement sessions. I'll reinforce the trigger again, of course. But when you wake up, this time you'll see I'm holding the button. I'll press the button, and watch you cum.

What I won't do is give the button back. And you'll find that you've done two very important things over the past few weeks. First, you've gotten yourself so used to having frequent, amazing orgasms. Your body and mind expect to cum very hard, several times a day. You crave it. And second, your body has forgotten how to cum without that button. Every time you masturbated, it was the button that got you over the edge. You need the button, now. And if I don't press it

you don't cum. And even now you feel that desperate need building. You'll do anything for me to press that button. You'll do anything for me to let you cum.

You managed to addict yourself to the orgasms from that button, and even made it so that you couldn't cum any other way. All just by pressing the button yourself, and a few extra suggestions in the reinforcement sessions that you didn't remember. Not everyone would be able to do that to themselves, but like I said, you're a very good subject.

[doll-needs-to-please]

when you take the button away, you could give your subject a bell instead. it doesn't let your subject cum, but lets them feel pleasure, edge, without any chance of getting that release...

[erogenousmind]

Ready?

“…that’s it. You are doing so well, Alice. Your eyes can just continue to stare right here, noticing the way the light reflects, letting yourself enjoy every beautiful color. Your body is getting so relaxed. You feel yourself sinking into the chair. Your limbs can feel so nice and peaceful that you couldn’t move them even if you tried…”

Alice did feel very nice and relaxed. Hypnosis had seemed like such a fun idea, and she’d been excited to see if it could work. She wasn’t sure if she was in trance or not, but it did feel really good to listen to Tom’s voice, just like he said it would. If nothing else, she could see this as a way to unwind after a long day, or just to meditate a little on her own. Afterward, she though she might ask him for pointers on doing this by herself.

“And as you continue to breathe deeply, you just imagine what you must look like right now. How your posture has changed. How your face has relaxed. How calm and comfortable you must look. And you can feel yourself relaxing just like you imagine. That’s right. You are doing so well.” Tom set the crystal he had been holding in front of Alice’s eyes down. “Alright, are you ready to be hypnotized now?” he asked.

Alice’s brow furrowed. “What? But I thought – weren’t you already hypnotizing me?”

Tom smiled. “That? No no. Here let me show you.” He reached his hand out and gently took hold of her arm, pulling it up and letting it dangle between them. He slowly shook it from side to side.

“Now you can just feel how relaxed you’ve become. No tension at all in your arm. It’s so easy to just let me move it. It’s so easy to follow. You follow my words. Follow wherever I lead you.” The tugs on her limp arm grew longer, and Alice began to sway side to side as he pulled her back and forth. “That’s right. Just like that.”

Once again, Alice felt that sense of calm. She could just listen to that lovely voice without a care in the world. It seemed like she was dropping so quickly now that she was actually being hypnotized. Was it this easy for everyone to drop?

Tom was now pushing and pulling her in little circles as he continued to coax her down. He then took his other hand and held up a finger in front of Alice’s face, moving it at random and out of sync with the motion of her swaying. “And just watch right here. You are doing just fine following and watching and listening. And if it starts getting harder to focus on any of them, just know that it’s alright to relax and let go. You don’t need to think about it. Just follow and watch and listen and drift…drift…very good.”

Alice smiled dopily in response to the praise. This must be what being hypnotized felt like. She felt really good and loved hearing Tom’s praise, but it felt so confusing with her arm moving and the fingering moving and she needed to listen and –

Tom rapidly moved the finger toward her, tapping her on the forehead as he pulled her arm toward him “Drop!” he said, firmly.

Alice felt her eyes roll up trying to follow the finger and then her body lunged forward following her arm and…nothing. No thoughts, no mind. Just open and listening and deeper and

“Are you ready to be hypnotized now?” She heard Tom’s voice. Her eyes focused again and she saw him looking at her anticipating her response.

“But…I um. I thou–” She stammered.

“Wonderful. You are going to be such a good subject once you go into trance.” Just stare into my eyes for a moment. We already have such a nice connection, and I know you are going to be able to go so deep into trance. You want to drop for me don’t you? Just keep staring right here.” Tom pointed to the center of his iris. “Right into the very center…that’s right. Good girl.”

“Want…to…dr-drop?” Alice wasn’t sure if she was agreeing or asking a question. But she did want to be hypnotized. She felt so good when she was deep in trance. Tom had said so, hadn’t he? And now she needed to stare into his eyes and they are so pretty and it’s so easy to listen but she’s drifting down and focusing and doesn’t need to think and good girl.

“And the deeper you stare the more relaxed your mind and body become. You may find your eyes getting heavier, wanting to close. Wanting to rest. But you want to keep staring. You need to keep staring. You need to go deeper. I know it’s so hard, but you are doing so well. Even if you need to let go of everything else. Even if every other muscle needs to relax. Even if you need to stop thinking, you need to keep staring. That’s right…deeper for me.”

“D-deeper…” Alice’s eyes fluttered.

“And when your eyes are so heavy that you can’t possibly keep them open any longer, that can just be your body’s way of telling you that you are too deep to do anything else. You won’t be able to resist anymore and you can just drop peacefully all the way down. No more thoughts, no more mind. Just falling deeper and deeper…that’s right…just like that. All the way down.”

Alice closed her eyes. She swayed gently in place, her body unconsciously supporting her head and keeping her slack body from flopping over. Her head was empty. She was mindless. She had been deeply hyp–

“And open your eyes again. There’s a good girl. If you are ready, I can start hypnotizing you now.”

Alice opened her eyes slowly and struggled to bring Tom’s face into focus. “Wha…” was all she could manage to say or think.

“You are going to be such a good subject. I can tell you are easily hypnotized and quite suggestible. I can even just suggest to you that every snap of my fingers will start to drop you into a trance and your mind will just helplessly accept what I tell you as true. Isn’t that right? Just every snap sending you down deeper, helping you to think less, taking your thoughts away.”

“Help…less…” Alice barely registered the sight of his hand in front of her, thumb and middle finger pressed together.

*snap*

The effect was immediate and Alice swooned. “That’s right.” *snap* “You are doing so well. Just getting rid of all those pesky thoughts.” *snap* “So much easier to just listen and follow and let go.” *snap* “Such a good girl.” *snap* “Letting your brain be turned off.” *snap* “All the way down now.” *snap*snap*snap*

Alice’s eyes rolled back in her head. Her mouth fell open. Her mind was gone. She was deep in trance. She would listen. She would obey.

“And now you are ready to be hypnotized. And you know you are so naturally able to go deep that all I need to do is tell you to drop into trance and you won’t be able to resist. You can’t resist anything at all. All you can do is obey. You think only what you are told. You surrender completely. Are you ready to be hypnotized?”

Alice almost didn’t respond. Her mouth still hung open. Her body was limp with her head lolling to the side. Her eyes were struggling to keep from crossing or rolling back. The last bit of conscious thought in her mind managed to force out a weak moan. She couldn’t form the word yes at the moment.

“Good girl. Then SLEEP,” he commanded. Alice collapsed into a puddle, her mind empty and open and ready to be controlled.

[ace-trainer-alice]

It's less that I like my subjects incapable of meaningfully consenting, and more that I like bringing them to and holding them in a state where they have been so stripped of humanity that their free will is a manner of academic debate. Where their mask is so removed that they are truly just a collection of behaviors and responses. Internality laid bare and organs ripe for the plucking. I like my subjects incapable of asserting their humanity, insofar as they can be said to have it. In a way that does complicate their ability to consent, yes. But they knew what they signed up for, or they thought they did at least, and now it no longer matters.

[another-hypno-toy]

"...they thought they did at least, and now it no longer matters."

Jesus Christ, that is going to be rattling around my head for weeks.

[babblebambinoot]

click. obey.

At first, it was just a noise. A little click He made when i blushed or squirmed. i thought it was just Him being playful.

But it started showing up at the worst times. He’d click and i'd be dripping through my panties. i spread my legs without thinking. i whimpered mid-sentence because my clit hurt from how needy i’d gotten. And every time, it made me wetter. Every. single. time.

i didn’t even notice what was happening. i thought i was just being a slut. Didn’t realize He was rewarding it. Reinforcing it. Training me.

Until the day He clicked, and my body snapped. Like a toy. i dropped to all fours, drooling, hips up, hole twitching — no thought, no hesitation, just desperation.

i didn’t think. i couldn’t. My brain was fogged, dripping out between my legs, and all i could hear was: click. click. good girl. click.

Now i cum when He clicks. i thank him for it or even beg him to please click. i'm a conditioned little thing now. His needy, broken little thing.

i hope He never stops.

[another-hypno-toy]

God, this is twisted and hot.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Beginning With the Scent of Hay

It was the smell of hay that always dragged her down. Even before the memories began seeping back into her head, reducing her from tall, strong Florence to meek and simpering Flossie, that peculiar scent of warm, slightly damp straw got into her head and made a visceral association between the barn Carol led her to and her own pleasurable degradation. Her tits began to ache the instant it hit her nostrils, the heavy pressure in her breasts suddenly feeling more real and present in a way it hadn't before, and her jaw began to unconsciously slacken into vacant, indolent docility as it finally occurred to her that she wasn't really a person at all. She was Carol's little milk cow, and she was here to get her udders pumped.

There was nothing humiliating about the dawning realization, no shame or embarrassment to be felt as Flossie slowly and mechanically peeled away every last stitch of her clothing and Carol gave her an approving pat on the rump. Flossie wasn't less than human in a bad way or anything. It was just that it would be absurd to consider herself Carol's equal when she was already clambering over to the milking table on all fours, her throat letting loose with one full-throated moo after another as the scent of warm hay robbed her of every last bit of her intellect and left her hypnotically anchored to the state of drifting bliss she associated with Carol's barn. Florence didn't even remember it, but that was simply one more way she was weaker than the woman who controlled her.

Flossie was too weak to resist the command to assume her usual position on the padded table. She was too dumb and dopey to fight the sensation of euphoric comfort that greeted her when Carol strapped her into the restraints--not that she would struggle or anything, but the leather straps around her knees and elbows and the metal cuffs around her wrists and ankles always served as another tangible reminder that she was helpless in the face of her conditioning. Flossie loved to be reminded of her vulnerability, just as Florence loved to forget that she came out to the barn twice a day and sank into the relaxing scent of clean hay. And both of them loved being affectionately degraded by their secret owner.

Carol carefully adjusted the fucking machine, making sure the dildo was neatly positioned to keep Flossie's cunt simmering with lust the whole time she was being milked, and attached the pumps to Flossie's tits with the same meticulous patience that originally brainwashed the helpless woman so thoroughly and inexorably. Flossie's eyes settled into a sightless stare as the toy began to slowly, relentlessly push in and out of her leaky pussy; the sensation was another anchor, dragging her mind down and down and down into trance and memories of trance until she no longer had a consciousness to think with, let alone a thought in her empty head. She was simply Carol's cow, and being a cow felt better than being a person anyway. Flossie wished she could stay in the barn forever.

But even that was just one more way she was weaker and dumber and joyously inferior to Carol. Carol knew that Florence would eventually try to reassert herself if she was reduced to perpetual bovinity, struggling to resurface as the placid routine of milking and mooing gradually became tedious for her. Giving Florence the chance to be Florence made it so much easier to subjugate Flossie, and the promise of inhaling the scent of hay and becoming Flossie again kept Florence tame and docile for her owner… and both of them felt the inevitable bliss of obedience holding them tighter than any chains within Carol's sweet, unbreakable control.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Fucking the Brat Right Out of Jess

Jess spread her legs wide, revealing the wide gap in the mesh body stocking she wore under her trenchcoat. She gave Trent a challenging stare and giggled, "I hope you're feeling horny today, teacher, because I am ready to take every last inch you have to offer and then some." She smirked as he began to undress, feeling her bratty side fully emerge, and playfully continued, "I know you think you've got this 'magic dick' that can switch my brains off and make me all docile and subby and weak, but I think today my magic pussy is going to show you who's in--"

Her flowing patter abruptly stopped when Trent walked up to her and pushed his stiff prick into the tight, puckered rosebud of an anus she didn't remember lubing up. The evidence proved her memories wrong, though, as he filled her yielding ass up with a patient ease that left her clenching around him in spasms of awed euphoria that knocked the brat right out of her. "Oh!" Jess whimpered, her brain suddenly and definitively reminding her of the secret fetish for anal sex her lover--no, her Master--had installed during all those previous sessions she always managed to misremember. "Oh yeah, that's… that's nice…."

Jess could hear the slurred, incoherent quality to her own tones, and she knew that thoughts were dropping entirely out of her head with every thrust--the whole monologue of filthy, slutty dirty talk she'd planned to use to coax the hardest fuck imaginable out of her music teacher had simply vanished, replaced by a full and riveted concentration on his slow, patient penetration that was only gradually ramping up to speed. Jess could feel her eyes locking sightlessly onto the middle distance, her face going slack with an almost religious ecstasy as she discovered all over again that nothing felt better to her than getting her ass plowed by Master's hard cock. "I--please?" she managed to mutter out, her sluggish brain unable to even muster up a notion of what she was begging for anymore. Jess only knew she wanted more.

Trent gave it to her. His cock disappeared balls-deep in her tight anus, speeding up his thrusts until his hips smacked against her ass cheeks in a comforting rhythm that reminded Jess of the metronome sitting on his piano. Her mind's eye began to follow that metronome back and forth, deeper and deeper, until before she knew it she was in a state of profound and powerful trance for her Master. He must have recognized some secret sign of her total surrender, because he began speaking to her as he fucked her ass and Jess realized she wasn't thinking at all anymore when her brain utterly refused to retain any memory of his words. She was too blank and empty for that kind of retention. Too horny. Too weak, she finally remembered, and her first orgasm hit before it even occurred to her to play with her pussy.

Eventually muscle memory achieved what her stupefied consciousness couldn't, and she began to tease her stiff clit with her fingers while Trent fucked her ass and programmed her deeper. The brat inside her would remain, she knew her Master loved that, but he loved it even more when he could watch the mischief fade from her eyes to be replaced by absolute, unmitigated obedience. And deep down, deep in that secret place only Trent's cock could touch, Jess wanted nothing more than to obey.

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[the-chandrian-ii]

Edging her by teasing her perky little girl parts. So much fun.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Every Ritual Has Power

It didn't seem possible for something so simple to be so erotic. It was just four inches of black rubber, molded into the shape of a human penis and affixed to the end of a black rubber ball with a couple of straps emerging from the sides, and yet just looking at it made Annika so wet that she honestly wasn't sure her legs would support her if she stood right now. "Can I… can I put it in, please, Master?" she murmured, her voice meek and high and breathy with excitement as she watched her screen with an intensity that was almost hypnotic in and of itself and waited for Daniel to give her the nod of approval she so desperately craved.

He gave her a playful smile and said, "You may," in a magnanimous tone that would have made Annika giggle if she wasn't so, so fucking turned on right now, and as soon as she heard the words the trembling redhead licked up and down the tip of the fake cock to get it nicely lubricated before sliding it in between her thin pink lips. They'd talked about getting fillers, just to make it nice and obvious to every man who looked at her that she was an eager blowjob slut, but Daniel wanted her to hold off until after the move when they'd have a little more money from consolidating their living expenses. He didn't understand, or perhaps he secretly did, that denial and deferral only made the whole notion into a masturbatory obsession for Annika.

She pushed the dildo to the back of her mouth, where it rested gently against the back of her throat and trained her to ignore her gag reflex, before buckling the straps into position with a wave of pleasure that made her eyes roll back in her head and an involuntary, erotically muffled moan escape her lips. Daniel had explained the whole concept of a hypnotic anchor to her, the way that grounding certain hypnotic effects in particular sensations and associations made them powerful and profound and entirely automatic, but knowing it was a suggestion didn't make the intense and overwhelming ecstasy she felt every time a cock filled her oral cavity any less real. Within seconds she was shuddering and gasping, drool spilling onto her tits as the relentless euphoria leaked into her brain and made her literally stupid horny for her Master.

"That's a good girl," he purred, his expression filling with fascinated delight as he watched her sink into a state of dazed and horny vacancy. "That's a very good girl for Master, you know that sucking always makes you sleepy for me, doesn't it?" Annika let out a muffled murmur of agreement, the only sound she could really make with her mouth so completely filled, and another wave of incandescent lust washed over her at the way even her agency to disagree felt so completely obliviated by the toy between her lips. She knew intellectually that she could still safeword at any time, could take the dildo out herself for that matter, but her intellect had evaporated into a puff of warm pink mist the second she began to indulge the oral fixation Daniel was training into her hypnotized mind and she couldn't help believing she was powerless to say no. Or really anything at all. And by the time the remote control vibrator turned on, Annika barely even needed it to tip her over the edge into climax.

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