By Pea Lehmann, published in Mein lesbisches Auge 03 in 2002
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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@overthinkingplaything
By Pea Lehmann, published in Mein lesbisches Auge 03 in 2002
please... my tits... you have to grope them and pull my top down to expose them and suck on them... there's not much time left... i'll explain later... just do it okay..
Forcing your knees apart so I can tongue your pretty little exposed cunt while you moan and struggle to get away from my firm, uncomfortable grip and ravenous mouth. You shouldn't be enjoying this. I'm hurting you. Using you. Ignoring your protests and sidelining your comfort to feed my unquenchable hunger. You shouldn't be enjoying this at all. But you can't help grinding your hips back and forth. Your trembling body's involuntary reaction to the pleasure being inflicted upon it against your will. Such a stupid prey animal you are. You can't even stop yourself from enjoying your own violation.
Hey. Just wanted to apologize for using my mystic eyes on you the other day. It was a callous disregard of your autonomy, and I just want you to know– sorry can you look me in the eye while I’m telling you this
It's really fun to tease and play with someone who doesn't "know how to sub" because I get to be really predatory and weird about it. Touching you in places you're not entirely comfortable with and briefly pausing to say in an 'out-of-scene' voice that 'this is when you say 'please''. Gently coaxing you into more and more and slowly pushing your boundaries towards deeper and deeper acts of submission. And this is what you wanted, right? To learn, to grow, to change. I mean, I only really know what *I* like, so it's natural you'd end up fitting my tastes so perfectly. Don't worry, I'd like to think I'm a good teacher.
hypno sketches I made a while ago
Im both scared and turned on by the thought of her using a strap that is just a little to big. The feeling of it stretching me out, her holding me down as I squirm and whimper trying to adjust to its size. The praise she whispers as I slowly take it all, inch by agonizing inch, until she is completely bottomed out inside of me.
want my hair wrapped around someone's fist while they keep me face down into a pillow. need to feel their fingers slowly fucking into me and making sure that for every thrust in, my thoughts go out. praising me, talking down at me, calling me princess, just anything to hear their voice while they make me a mess. i'd go on and on, begging to cum, begging for more, just for them to tsk their teeth and go even slower since my lack of patience is nearly dripping down their wrist. i'd pathetically cry into the pillow, desperately squeeze around them, but it would be done with the biggest, fucked out smile as i let them do whatever they want to me
Lexi Learns Her Lesson
"Now sweetie, we've talked about this." Jenna grabs Lexi's hands as she speaks, and despite herself all Lexi can really do is wriggle petulantly in her friend's grip in a parody of defiance. "When your cunt starts calling you, then it's time for you to answer, and you can't answer if your hands aren't down by your pretty pussy just waiting to rub, now can you?" She brings Lexi's hands forward between her spread thighs, pressing them right up against the sheer fabric of her lacy panties, and already Lexi can feel whatever resistance she'd managed to summon up melting into a sticky pink mush that gums up her thoughts and makes her want to play with herself. She knows it's only a matter of time before she's giggling and nodding and soaking up every last one of Jenna's suggestions.
Already, though, Lexi finds herself wondering why that would be a bad thing. It feels good to rub her pussy through her panties, just like it feels good to dress up in frilly lingerie every time Jenna calls to tell her she's coming over, and Lexi knows there's so much more pleasure waiting for her once she lets go of all those foolish notions of resistance and just jills herself blank and stupid for her old friend. "There's a good girl, nice and blank now, listening to your cunt and letting it tell you exactly who to be for me." The answer was always 'empty and dumb', which may have been why Lexi tried to fight the impulse to play with herself, but she's already past the event horizon now and sailing on into mesmerized ecstasy and she can no longer understand her old self's desires. The only thing she wants is to stop thinking and cum, and she knows that's going to happen very soon.
Jenna's right there to remind her, too, murmuring softly in Lexi's ears with soft breath that tickles the sensitive skin of Lexi's neck and makes her shiver with delight. "Such a silly girl," she purrs, letting go of Lexi's hands once she knows she no longer needs to hold them in place and casting a signal to the TV on the wall. "Silly girls forget their training sometimes because they're so dumb, but they just need a little reminder, don't they? They just need to be taught that pleasure always wins, that it always feels so much better to submit, and that her cunt is always smarter and stronger and more dominant than they are. You're doing so well now that you remember, aren't you?" Lexi did remember, or at least she thought she did, but once her eyes lock onto Jenna's spiral she finds out there was always so much more to it than mere hypnosis.
Because it's true, her cunt really does have a mind of its own, and even though Lexi knows she's being mesmerized by the spiral she always forgets that her pussy is a willing conspirator in Lexi's subjugation and its will is so much stronger than hers. Within minutes she has her panties pulled to the side, three fingers sunk into her messy folds all the way to the knuckle, and she's grunting and shuddering as her unblinking eyes stare helplessly into the heart of the spiral and her mind goes utterly numb. She knows Jenna is programming her, reinforcing her old conditioning and adding new touches that Lexi is in no shape to resist, but the details melt into pleasure and soon she's oblivious to anything but the soft squishing noises that accompany every orgasmic thrust.
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The You don't need to overthink -> You don't need to think -> You don't think at all pipeline for hypnosubs. 🌀🩷
Puppy play except it’s just me on my knees by your feet whilst you scratch my head and tell me I’m such a good girl. Whilst I occasionally bite you
i love strapwarming while watching something together. at first i'm all good, fine even. it's not a second thought to have them inside me, that slight and familiar stretch being the only thing i ever need.
their hands on my skin, voice in my ear with soft praises every now and then to keep me slightly distracted. not enough for me to beg for more, but just enough to keep me on the edge.
but then comes the best part. commercial breaks. 
i'd try to fight it, whining that i don't want them to move because it'll make me needy. they'd tell me to keep talking, to keep listing out reasons why they should listen to me. i'd mumble something in vain, feeling their first and slow pull out that makes my voice trip over itself. they wouldn't let me revel in the feeling for long, though. they'd tell me to keep going and that's when i know the moment i stop, so would they.
we'd keep going like that, each commercial break getting us more and more fervent until i'm whining for every moment the commercials aren't playing. but they wouldn't even let me have that. they'd ask me if i'm paying attention, asking questions about the plot to make sure im doing what im supposed to. but when it's finally over, when the credits finally roll, they'd fuck me for real. seamlessly dragging an orgasm out of me that had been building for an hour, telling me how well i did and how good i am.
Oh? So you’re saying you’ve had these weird desires lately? A desire to have someone control your mind? Even a desire to be completely turned into a slave or a toy? No no, that’s not anything to worry about. In fact, it’s very healthy to have these desires. You know, I think I can help these desires of yours. All you need to do is let yourself relax, and I’ll take care of the rest…
More sluts need to go brainless when a tentacle shoves into their ear, why else do I have them if not to literally fuck my cute toy's brain and reprogramming it into whatever I desire