my Locked Collar

N S F W If you are under 18 years of age; Please find a more appropriate site until you are mature enough to visit me. Most of the pictures are from tumblr. Disclaimer: all images, unless otherwise noted, were taken from the internet and are assumed to be in the public domain. In the event that one is not , please let me know and i will remove it. i am a Gypsy and a submissive, i may be short in stature but i am full on curves and brains. i can often be found playing in Second Life. {SL: TrixieRabbit2} Please feel free to meet me there or to send me a message here. It has become obvious to me that i have developed an obsesion to wearing a collar. This has grown stronger over time until now i can't stand to not have something around my neck. It can be leather or lace satin or steel. i ... i just feel ....i don't know uncomfortable, edgy, insecure without a collor. i used to think that maybe this was just a development of my submissive nature. Somet psycological development over time where i have associated a Bondage collar with pleasure. But i am beginning to think there is something more than that happening. Like i have been hypnotized or something, because if i wear a collar that can be locked everything is normal Until the lock is secured. Then i begin to feel different....weaker...aroused ....wanting to please. OK ..yes ..utterly submissive. Not just my normal but totally focused on pleasing and thoroughly wet because of it. Now that can't be just a natural development. Can it? i mean sure i always found those sort of hypnotized damsel stories hot, but really? And i'd know i was being hypnotized right? Any way this blog is dedicated to this topic feel free to submit your thoughts.

[ttymg]

[cuffs-247]

Source: BoundLife

[masterfulmichael]

For the court of the king of Spain

[mylockedcollar]

Even this ridiculous collar would suppress my will and amp up my lust if it was secured in place so I couldn't remove it.

[sleepyandobedient]

Me when people start using the Link on my Page lol

[scifiscribbler]

Marisol Yotta

[siriusar-deactivated20150225]

[kajkelli-deactivated20180901]

you can fool some of your friends some of the time, but not if they’ve read john norman.  Score: 8

[subcaptivated]

Vix and I can spot a kajira a mile away.

[anniekinxy]

Dm for real-time ownership..

[submarta]

sm

[manfromwood]

[manfromwood]

[jukeboxemcsa]

Kitty Finds a Collar

It was always the collar that made Kitty weak. Doug had a habit of surprising her with it, putting it in unexpected places so she caught sight of it at the bottom of her handbag or resting on a side table and found herself wondering how it got there. And once her attention was fixated on it so suddenly and intently, Kitty always wound up just a tiny bit more vulnerable than she should have been to that subtle, insistent impulse to pick it up and put it on and see how it felt around her neck. And before she knew it, she was doing exactly that.

She felt the scattered recollections flooding back in as the pink leather gently caressed her pale throat each time, but by then it was far too late--the knowledge that her mind and her memories had been messed with always hit at the same time as the suggestion that slowly, inexorably stupefied her obedient brain, so Kitty's eyes went glassy and vacant and her tongue began to loll out of her mouth just as she realized that the collar always carried with it a potent hypnotic anchor that made her dumb and weak and horny. Every time she wore it, her ability to resist Doug's mesmerizing influence dropped to a new low, just like her IQ, just like her inhibitions. That was usually when the clothing started coming off, but by then Kitty was already getting too fuzzy to pay attention to the details.

She fought it, naturally--every single time, she struggled to uncross her eyes and reel her outstretched tongue back into her mouth before she started drooling all over her tits. But each wave of resistance was weaker and more useless than the last, and Kitty always realized too late that they were just more of Doug's programming unpacking itself in her brain. Every effort to surface from trance simply fractionated her deeper when she finally failed, and the deeper she got the less she thought and the less she thought the better she felt and before Kitty knew it her fingers were ceaselessly rubbing her smooth, slick cunt at the notion of being so effortlessly brainwashed by her Master. Failure felt so good to Kitty. She only ever wanted to fight so she could experience the pleasure of defeat all over again.

Doug was never very far away during these moments, even though Kitty didn't usually realize he was watching until after the collar took away her ability to care, but he didn't involve himself until Kitty's brain had fully dissolved into a sticky pink sludge and the drool trickled from the tip of her outstretched tongue in vacuous, thoughtless idiocy. That was when he came up behind her and began to play with her naked body, caressing her saliva-slick tits and whispering in her ears and reinforcing all the suggestions that made her so weak and malleable every time she put the collar on for him. It was when he touched her that Kitty's first climax hit, and they didn't stop until she was wrung out with ecstasy and limp as a dishrag.

Kitty always wound up slumped in his arms, moaning and whimpering as he rewarded her with pleasure for her own susceptibility to suggestions, and they both knew that by the time he was done she was going to be that much more helpless to resist him. And the deepest part of Kitty's brain, the part that always held her memories safe and secure from her waking mind's most determined efforts to remember, was always so happy with the results of that arrangement that it came away more enthusiastic than ever about tricking her into putting on the collar again.

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[conpreciv]

[moonbeamtriesthings]

It started off at a party...

You first saw her when you noticed someone pointing towards you, talking to her.

She was pretty, someone who no doubt was invited to a lot of these parties, especially compared to you, someone who was surprised to even get an invite to this one.

She approached you, a warm smile on her face and a greeting on her lips.

"Hi! Elle over there told me that you know this area really well and I'm ummm, feeling really hungry and there isn't any like, proper food here you know? Could you...maybe show me a place to get takeout or something?"

She sounded a bit nervous, but confident, in that paradoxical way. She knew what she wanted, how to get it but...was a tad nervous about something else? You weren't sure what. She wasn't wrong though, this was your neighbourhood, the place you grew up in. You knew it like the back of your hand.

You agreed to show her a place, somewhere that did a variety of food so that she had options. A smile brightened her face and she shouldered her bag properly, ready to go at that moment.

You put your drink down (you had barely drunk any of it anyway) and lead her outside.

The night was brisk, a tad cold, but nothing a good hoodie wouldn't solve. She had a jacket on, and was fiddling with something.

You had been in the middle of general small talk with her when she pulls out her phone.

"Hey....so, this is kinda embarrassing but well...I make music and I was wondering if you could give my latest track a listen? I just want to get some feedback from someone that doesn't usually listen to it you know?"

She hadn't struck you for an artist, but you guess you should never judge a book by it's cover. You agreed to listen and accepted the wireless earphones she gave you. The track started and it was some sort of electronic music. You don't listen to music of this genre but you didn't hate it so you kept listening so that you could at least give some honest feedback.

There was something underneath the melody...lyrics maybe? You couldn't quite make them out..hm. You asked her and her lips quirked upwards.

"Oh! Yeah they're not supposed to be properly audible! It's part of the genre!"

Huh...well, whatever. You kept listening, walking down the street with her towards the takeout place.

"Hey...let's head back to my hotel room first." She said, looking over to you, that smile still around her lips. Wow. She was really pretty...

You agreed to head to her hotel, no harm in it...you didn't really know why but... it didn't really matter why if that's what she wanted.

Huh? What...?

You both reach her hotel room, her music still playing in your ears (it had been going for a long while actually...you were beginning to like it...) and she closes and locks the door behind you.

"Kneel." She commands and you are hit with a wave of confusion. What the-?

You're kneeling though.

What? Why are you kneeling? What's....what's going on?

"Good Pet!" She lets out a giggle and brushes a hand over your head as your mind spins, trying to figure out what's going on.

"I bet you're confused right now, but that's okay! You don't need to worry about any of that." You were confused and...what...what were you thinking about? You distinctly remember worrying about.....something...

The music continues in your ears.

You decide to forget about what you were worrying about.... if you can't even remember what it was then clearly it wasn't important.

What was important, however, was the woman in front of you, and her words... right?

"It's alright cutie, I'll take care of you from now on. Okay?" She smirks at you, a hand on your cheek, holding you softly. It's such a wonderful touch. She has such a wonderful voice. She's gonna take care of you? Wow...how kind and generous of her...

You nod.

"Good Pet! I know that nobody will mind if you're away for one night so... why don't you get into bed, sleep the night away with my music in your ears and when you wake up...well, we can see just how obedient you are..." She smiled at you..

You nod.

You slowly get up off your knees, climbing into the large hotel bed, curling up, thoughts a mess as the music keeps playing in your ears and your head and your mind over and over and over and over and over....

You're obedient. You'll show her just how obedient you are. You're a good pet. You don't need to worry about anything else....

Sweet Dreams~ ×

[thetiredtist-blog]

“P-please…I-I shouldn’t”

Poor little Sarah, what had started out as an innocent exploration into the world of hypno fetish had clearly gotten away from her.

“But you know that you want to, my dear.”

Hunched over her desk, the soft glow of her PC captivating her. She quietly scrolled through tumblr, seeing the magic, the pleasure that could be wrought, gently biting her lip as she stared day after day into a world of sticky sweet submission.

“Y-yes…but…it’s not…I’ll..”

It was only a matter of time. Her hand would begin to wander and play as she started to fantasize.

“You’ll what, girl?”

Fantasies filling her head with aching need. Thoughts of kneeling, serving, her will being broken with spirals and rope.

“I-I’ll lose myself…I’ll b-break.”

She had tried to fight it, but all those images. All the lights teasing her mind; the sounds of girls moaning in ecstasy. She had to do something.

“You may try to deny it, but you feel that craving.”

She had met a hypnotist, and he was so nice at first.

“That wetness between your legs.”

He said he could do something to help with her “problem.”

“Your pussy begs for the sweet release of your mind.”

One session, two sessions, four, six, she could no longer keep track.

“It’s what you came to me for. What you need me for.”

Memories started to get fuzzy. Packages of sinful pink attire started arriving at her door.

“I-I need you…my…pussy…needs you.”

Soon, slutty sweet makeup, and a wig.

“I c-can’t…no…please…my m-mind…I n-need it…”

And finally, a collar.

*SNAP*

“Your hands are mine now, lovely.”

She couldn’t remember how it happened. There was no need for memories now…only pleasure. Only arousal.

“Your left hand is moving upwards, ever so slowly.”

She always tried to resist, but she couldn’t escape the thrall of her master’s voice. Her helpless pleasure moans drowned out her thoughts.

“I don’t…w-want…I c-can’t…o-obey…I m-must…”

She craved to be broken. She needed to submit.

“Your finger, feel it wrapping around the collar now.”

No matter how hard she tried.

“Now. Pull.”

Her mind spiraled into oblivion at the pull of leather on her willing neck. Wide-eyed, glossy pink lips agape, her orgasm burst through her body. Quivering, writhing, moaning, as pink electricity melted her body and stole her mind. Only one thought remained at the behest of her kindly master. Two little words that echoed across her mind and were mindlessly repeated by her hypnotized lips.

“Good girl.”

[laurentidal-deactivated20240215]

Lessons Learned

Lana sat in economics and listened to the professor lecture about all the ways a nation's GDP can be affected. But some time around when he started talking about labor relations, her mind started to wander.

Behind her, she was softly aware of a door closing. The classroom had a back door that students sometimes used to sneak off to the restroom. She didn't pay any mind to the fact that she hadn't seen anyone walk passed her place in the last row of the room. Instead, she became slightly aware of a new presence in her row. Someone had come in and sat in the seat next to her.

She was barely paying any attention at this point. It was such a boring class and the professor couldn't have been any drier.

"Don't make a sound," a voice said from her right. She recognized it right away as her roommate, Kate. She didn't need to look. She'd heard that voice in her ears so many times. Gasping. Moaning. Giving orders. She didn't turn to face her friend (who was decided not registered for this class). She did only as instructed. She didn't make a sound.

She kept her eyes forward as she felt Kate's hand slip under her waistband and her panties. How was she already so wet? Kate's fingers parted her lips, safely out of sight beneath the long counter they were seated behind. They brushed against her clit, and Lana breathed in sharply, already so horny at being used so publicly. But she remembered Kate's command and fell silent again.

Kate invaded her pussy. One finger. Two fingers. Three fingers. Lana gave a soft "ah," a miniscule sound in the face of the sexual tempest raging inside her. The girl in front of her glanced back to make sure everything was okay. Her name was Kylie. At least Lana was pretty sure. Kylie and Lana's eyes met and Kylie smiled sweetly eyebrows raised, apparently assured Lana wasn't choking to death or anything.

She may as well have been.

Keeping silent with Kate's fingers doing what they were doing was killing her. Kate knew every maneuver. Every secret place to touch and stroke and press. Finally, rapture washed over Lana as Kate ran her middle finger over the pour girls clit. Her body tensed. Her legs shook. Her eyes widened. They hadn't closed or looked anywhere but forward since Kate arrived.

Panting softly in the aftershocks of orgasm, Lana heard Kate tell her she was a good girl then get up and leave. Lana looked down at herself and was shocked at how disheveled she'd become. Some of her short buttons had come open. Her tie was loose. She put herself back together just as the class period was up.

Kylie turned around properly as people stood to leave.

"Having fun back there?" she asked, amused.

"Sorry," Lana replied nervously. "My roommate came in to give me something and she surprised me."

"Didn't see a roommate," Kylie said shaking her hear. "Did see you with your hand down your panties. Don't worry. I don't think anyone else noticed."

Lana stammered incoherently. Her own hand? No. Kate's...

"Is the history of labor relations really that exciting to you?"

And there was that phrase again. But this time it seemed to echo inside Lana's mind. Kylie watched her classmate's eyes glaze slightly and her hand began to drift back toward her skirt.

"Hey, Hey!" Kylie yelled softly at Lana, who blinked twice and returned to reality. "Labor relations."

Again Lana fell into a soft trance, needing to feel Kate's fingers inside her, if only as a fantasy.

"Well then," Kylie said, "Why don't you and I have some fun together?"

"Yes, Kate..." Lana mumbled.

"Kate, huh? I can be your Kate tonight," Kylie said with a devious smile as she led Lana out of the building and toward the dorms.

[alteanne]

[jukeboxemcsa]

Simple, Forthright and Direct

"Off." Jill let out a grunt of helpless arousal as she struggled and failed to resist the tone of smooth command in Aaron's voice--it wasn't even that she didn't want to be naked right now, she'd come over for what was basically a booty call and they both knew it, but it was one thing to be horny for a dominant man who scratched her favorite itch and it was another to feel the genuine pull of an irresistible compulsion. And this was definitely a compulsion. Aaron was getting his hooks into Jill's mind, making her into an obedient slut, and that was thrilling in the same way a rollercoaster was thrilling--you liked it, you wanted it, but goddamn did that steep drop feel a little bit terrifying.

Once she was fully naked, her pale slender body exposed to his lascivious gaze, Aaron pointed at the mattress and growled, "Forward," and again Jill felt that same irresistible pull on her mind as she took three stumbling steps and finally collapsed face-first onto the bed with her legs akimbo and her ass just inches away from the tent in his slacks. Her eyes began to cross and uncross, going glassy with dreamy excitement as she began to slip away into a very light trance--it felt faintly ominous that just the act of being commanded was now enough to hypnotize her at least a little, and considerably more ominous that he seemed so comfortable taking charge of their sessions now, but she was too horny to worry about any of it. Not when it felt so good to surrender herself like this.

Aaron's hand slid down between her thighs, brushing across her pussy lips, and the knowing chuckle he gave was enough to once again make Jill gasp in shocked, helpless arousal. He didn't even need to dip his fingers into her cunt to know how wet she was--she was practically drooling down there, her body so turned on from anticipation of being hypnotized and dominated that she was leaking with excitement, and even though it once again sent a thrill of trepidation through the back of her brain it was still mingled with that same heady sense of lust that left her unable to object even notionally to his actions. She wanted to concede power to her Master, yes, but she didn't quite expect to be ceding this much this fast and it was faintly unnerving.

But it was also everything Jill wanted, and she felt a surge of heat that pounded away at her clit when Aaron murmured, "Face, sweetie," and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as her eyes crossed again only to remain stuck in that position. It was just so fucking hot to know that she was being turned into a dumb horny slut for him, all her kinks and desires hijacked by hypnosis to make this something more than simply role-play. She genuinely felt her intellect diminishing when he rubbed her pussy like this, the throbbing warmth making it hard to concentrate on anything else, and Jill let out a tiny whimper as the first few droplets of saliva fell onto her forearm. She was a drooling, stupefied fucktoy for a big strong man, and even though that needed to stay confined to the bedroom and Aaron was happy to respect her limits, it still turned her on more than she could imagine to realize he didn't have to if he didn't want to. She was weak and getting weaker, every session, and god did that make her want to fuck.

And Aaron knew it. "Wider, good girl," he commanded, and Jill's clit was already pulsing with anticipation as she spread her legs to offer herself up to her Master.

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[mysteryismynaame]