Master Onsdagen's Good Time

A place to post things I enjoy. still mostly for a person. hypnotist. all of my created files can be found via the soundcloud tag dm if interested 31

[mronsdagen]

Listen to A moment with waves by MasterOnsdagen #np on #SoundCloud

It's that time of year again, another hypnovember file. This one is about stretching a delightful moment among waves in order to relax and destress.

[homoidioticus]

Commenters praise the girls frugality

[bace-jeleren]

[kissmycunny]

you need to be collared. it's good for you.

[kissmycunny]

with a little bell hanging from it so that it rings whenever im pounding into you. you'd like that wouldn't you ?

[the-denial-diaries]

Things I’d rather do than have sex

Suffocate you with a bag over your head, blowing in weed and cigarette smoke

Cane you for indulging in substances

Shock you with a cattle prod repeatedly, promising to stop once your behavior improves. Moving the goalposts to shock you again

Waterboard you until you gasp, sputter, and agree to whatever I want

Make you dig a hole in the yard for me to bury you in

Confine you in the basement while I host an elegant dinner party

Deprive you of sleep, barrage you with noise and sound, torment you with your own senses

Bind you as a scarecrow in the garden, regardless of weather

Mummify you to a bed frame and invite my friends to torture you

Promise you a warm bath and hot meal for suffering through all of the above, only to turn the water ice cold and scrub you down with a rough brush

[collegecuckcakev3]

this is a hot list

[merrimenlife]

[mybellaluna67]

Those eyes....the hunger

[abwshd]

Hokewrk hoemwrok hoenrwork!!!!

[shinytravelerbird]

[jacindaelena]

Nikon AF600, Fuji 400, Rhinog Fawr, Cymru by rabbet on bsky

[enchantress-arc]

Okay sure. It's probably "unethical" to brainwash a girl so deeply that her own internal sense of identity revolves around devotion to me and nothing else. Sure, it's "unethical" to make little audio files for her to play that reinforce the aforementioned brainwashing whenever I'm not physically with her. To have her so irrevocably marked by my presence that she views everything in the world through the lens of whether it would please me or not. However

[pavlovsbimbo]

I mean, I feel like if we asked the subject afterwards she wouldn't say it was unethical - so it's probably fine! And I feel like we should test that, for science reasons, just to be sure.

[next-cupsize-needed]

[voxhypno]

Have you noticed how cute you look when you're brainwashed?

No, I mean it. Listen to a file or two (could be mine, but it's not required), and then walk your mindless self to your nearest mirror and stare at yourself.

Look at your relaxed posture, your glassy eyes, and your slack jaw. Notice how deeply malleable of a puppet you are.

And then do it all over again.

[erisprincipiadiscordia]

[scifiscribbler]

Bianca Beauchamp

[hadebakem-deactivated20210913]

[spicymancer]

Fridge Logic

[hisnameissilk]

[corruptedbyhim]

I like fucking you past the point where you can participate. There’s this moment where your hands stop gripping the sheets and just go slack and your voice drops from moaning to this low broken humming. Your eyes are open but you’re not behind them anymore. And I just keep going. Rocking into you while your body goes heavy and loose underneath me, your head tilting to the side, your mouth wet and slack against the pillow. Every thrust pushes you a little further away from consciousness. I can feel your pussy still reacting, still squeezing, still wet and warm and pulling me in, but you’re somewhere else entirely. Just this broken thing breathing underneath me while I use you. I cum in you while you’re fading and your hips roll up into me one last time. Muscle memory.

And then I pull out, clean you up, and tuck the covers around you.

You’ll wake up in the morning sore in places that make you blush. There’s a glass of water on the nightstand. And draped over the chair by the bed is what I’ve picked for you today. The skirt that’s just short enough. The collar you pretend is a choker when your coworkers ask. The underwear that’s barely there, or maybe no underwear at all, just a plug and the understanding that you’ll wear it until I tell you otherwise. Everything folded neatly. Everything chosen. Head to toe… from the heels to the shade of lipstick I want to see on you later.

And you put it on. Every piece. You put it on because waking up to a laid-out outfit means someone thought about you before you were conscious. Someone looked at you asleep and dripping with their cum and thought about what they wanted you to be today. Someone wanted you so specifically that they planned your entire surface down to the details.

Wanting to be wanted is the most universal feeling there is. And there’s no bigger proof of that want than someone reshaping you into exactly what they need. Choosing which version of you walks out the door. That kind of attention means you’re being thought about, whether you’re in their bed ready to be fucked or not. It means you exist in someone’s mind as a project they’re building with their own hands, and there’s no bigger compliment than that.

Now go get dressed and be the fuckdoll I’ve always wanted.

[meetmyinnervixen]

We had met a couple times already....

But so far we had only done fairly vanilla playing. I was walking to the train station to meet you for what I thought was going to be a quick checkin between trains- which gave us about half an hour. It was gorgeous and sunny, so I was hoping it would please you that I was wearing a sundress with nothing under it... and maybe that would make it easier to have a quick fuck in the time we had.

I leaned back on the platform railing a moment before I heard the train approach, and waited for you to step off and find me. Then you were there, wrapping my ponytail around your hand a couple times, you pulled my head back and kissed me, hard, pressing me back into the railing with your body. I melted.

You stopped and said we should try to find somewhere hidden to play, and we headed off the platform, your hand at my waist as we walked quickly noticed there were no panties under the fabric of my dress. “Good girl”, you murmured in my ear, causing a shiver and smile.

To my surprise, you guided me under the platform and back up on the inbound side- toward the parking lot- I fully expected you to stop me in the tunnel for a quick fuck. I must have looked puzzled, so you told me “we can do a bit better than that”. Then we started to walk through the lot.

You rather suddenly pulled me between two larger SUVs and pressed me face first into one. Pulling both hands behind my back, you held them by my crossed wrists right at the small of my back- keeping me pinned forward. Then you lifted the back of my dress over my ass and pressed the fabric in my hands.

“Hold” you said, and I clenched it tight, freeing your hand to grope over my ass and down between my legs. You found me already getting wet, and pinched my clit a couple times, rubbing your thumb in circles around my opening. Then, your hand disappeared from my flesh and I whined a little before I heard you unzipping your fly and shifting your clothes.

“Spread” you said with a toe tap to the inside of one of my ankles, and I widened my stance, automatically pressing my ass back and up for you before you drove your cock to the hilt in one thrust.

You proceeded to drive up into me over and over, and you reached your free hand up to pull the top of my sundress down, baring my tits, and turning me sideways so that i was no longer able to lean onto the car. I was completely dependent on you to remain upright, and massively turned on by the control you were exerting over me.

You continued to hold my wrists at my low back, so the pressure now had me bent forward at the waist, tits hanging and bouncing with each thrust. As I struggled not to scream in pleasure and call attention to us, you grabbed my ponytail and pulled my head up so my back was bowed, tits thrusting forward.

I opened my eyes to see a man had stopped in his tracks and was watching us, rubbing his hand across the bulge in his pants. He could clearly see my dancing tits, but the front of my skirt still hung low enough to block his view of my pussy. the angle would also make it difficult to see.

He didn’t seem to mind the partial view, his eyes kept unwavering focus on my tits. as i watched, he loweeed his zipper to slide his hand inside my pants to stroke himself.

I came so hard, my tight, slick pussy squeezing and pulsing around your cock. Then you came deep inside me, triggering a second orgasm that nearly sent us both to the ground. All of me was pulsing and shaking with aftershocks.

I managed to open my eyes, and saw the stranger had a wet spot in his pants and was clearly breathing heavily, still staring at my tits. He suddenly smiled at me and began to right his clothing. He winked at me, picked up hi breifcase and moved on.

You pulled out of me, unlocked your Jeep, and opened the passenger door. “Get in. We are nowhere near finished. I knew I was going to need more than a quickie so I drove here to catch the train today.”

My eyes widened, and i climbed into the vehicle, our combined fluids dripping down my thighs. I began to pull up my sundress as you climbed into the drivers seat. “Just enough to cover those hard nipples, babe, no more. and pull that skirt up to your waist, I want access while I drive.”