*PrettyBoiAspen*

19 tguy !18+! MDNI

[puppyboy9000]

Intro post

MDNI!!

Call me Aspen

I'm 19, in university don't expect me to post often

also autistic I'm aware I type like a robot, if you accuse me of ai I swear to Satan

this is a horny blog so expect horny posts

asks and dms open but don't expect many answers, as stated previously university and I only open this tumblr on my laptop to avoid irl's knowing my type of freak

looky here!

Stuff I'm into:

hypno, puppy play, does "rough to the point of painful" count? submitting, denial, force masc, dumbifying, oddly enough despite being a sub I'm a sadist and a minor masochist

Stuff I don't want directed at me:

feces, piss, pregnancy, choking, fauxcest, feet idk how but the foot stuff triggers a stress response

both of these lists can and will change constantly

[homohypnoticus]

"go on, jim. put them on."

it was a relatively normal looking pair of headphones. victor hadn't captured or trapped jim yet today - the headphones were obviously the trap.

it seemed obvious they were meant to brainwash him. maybe with certain sounds, maybe with someone's voice playing in his ears. but would it be victor's voice, or adrianus'? adrianus did express interest in him, and they had cameras around to watch. then again, he wasn't sure that victor's pride would allow him to let jim be controlled by anyone else. still, victor was under adrianus' thumb already, so even that could potentially be changed...

"still hesitating?" victor taunted. "i've never seen you this apprehensive about something. are you scared?"

scared definitely wasn't the word.

"i know your weakness now, jim. so, are you going to put it on, or will i have to put it on for you?"

the attempt at being threatening annoyed him enough to shake him out of his paralysis. he grabbed the headphones, slipping them over his ears. they had a comfortable enough design, at least. he was sure he would end up wearing them for a while, so that was considerate.

he braced himself. nothing was playing yet. victor might have had some sort of remote or button that he was going to press... or maybe adrianus did. if that was the case, he wouldn't even be able to see when-

he jumped. his whole body shuddered before he could even process it. there was no audio playing. the sound in his ears was the sound of something slimy, crawling and pushing inside of them.

before he knew it, he was on the ground, squirming, grasping at the headphones, even knowing that there was no way he could pull them off.

victor was laughing, but the muffled sound barely even registered to him. the intrusion inside of his ears took up all of his attention. it might have been the most sensitive part of his body, and the things writhing inside of it (tentacles?) didn't particularly seem to care about that fact. he knew that their only goal was to go deeper. to reach his brain.

it was so unnecessary, though. he could have been hypnotized just imagining something like this. he could have been rendered fairly helpless with just the right words. this was overkill. it wasn't even about the final result, was it? it wasn't even about controlling him. it was about this moment. it was about him shivering on the ground at victor's feet.

he felt it, when they started pushing into his brain. tingles spread down his spine, along his limbs, through his entire body. they went in waves, each one feeling warmer, more relaxing. as much as he tried to resist, he moved less and less each time, his muscles gradually going limp. he couldn't do anything more than twitch them.

his thoughts and awareness seemed mostly unaffected so far, at least as far as he could tell. he was pretty sure the tingly, fuzzy feelings in his head were more hypnotic in nature, a natural result of him being in this sort of situation as someone with a weakness to it. a result of him knowing what was going to happen, and comparing that uncontrollable relaxation to experiences he'd had in the past being hypnotized.

he had to admit that it felt good, even if the situation wasn't ideal. if he were just alone in his room doing this, he would be feeling nothing but pure pleasure. it was only the knowledge that victor was in front of them, that victor considered himself responsible for this, that inspired any attempt at resistance.

though that attempt at resistance might have been part of what made it feel so intense. this was different from being hypnotized. it was impossible to fight. the more he tried, the more he understood that this was a very real, deep, physical kind of control being exerted over him. any hypnotic response from him only made that worse.

because he knew just the knowledge that it was impossible to resist was enough to make him give in a little more quickly. just the expectation was enough to make him respond, before the tentacles even forced it. he had no way of knowing how much of it was them. he felt dizzy, the blood pumping through his body, the heat rushing through him. every movement in his brain, every push, every touch, every moment of them worming their way deeper, sent another shock through his spine. the physical sensation alone was enough to fry his brain.

"you look so good like that, jim," victor said, still looming over him, looking down at him. "that's where you belong, isn't it? this is how you should be."

it still made him bristle, even as he was being overwhelmed with sensation. "i don't..." it was difficult to talk. his voice was strained, and he wasn't even sure if it was audible to victor. he could barely hear it himself, through the headphones and the tentacles. "you've... you've probably..."

he was trying to say that victor himself had probably been in this exact same position with adrianus, but it didn't feel worth the effort to speak. every movement of his body was like trudging through a thick sludge.

"it's impressive that you can muster up any resistance now," victor said. "well, i wouldn't expect anything less from you. you're stubborn, aren't you? i'll be glad when every last bit of that stubbornness is completely wiped from your mind."

there was nothing more shameful than shuddering at victor's words, but he understood, in that moment, that there was a chance it really would be wiped from his mind.

the tentacles were massaging something now. he felt something changing inside of him, softening. it was like that stubbornness and annoyance was a knot, being methodically rubbed out and untangled.

he trembled and twitched again, at the wrongness of it. trying to hold on to the feeling that they were melting and dissolving from the inside. it slipped away from him, bit by bit, and every bit of erosion gave him an indescribable sense of relief, even as another part of him was only becoming more uncomfortable with the feeling, with the idea of what was happening to him.

"stop," he said reflexively, as if the tentacles would listen to him. "stop..."

still, even as he said that, he was already reaching the point where he couldn't make himself care anymore. the sole feeling that motivated his resistance was disappearing. he could feel himself starting to settle again.

"you can't do a thing about it, can you?"

even as victor taunted him, the annoyance wasn't coming to him.

the massaging didn't feel intrusive anymore, either. it just felt good. even the knowledge that he was being controlled, that a part of him was melting away, felt good.

"are you finally giving in?"

the question felt good. he found enough strength to nod. the tentacles' control over his muscles seemed to be loosening up, at least a little bit.

"oh, very good. that didn't take very long."

it was strange, although it took him a moment to realize why, his mind lost in the familiar haze of trance. but it was strange that the only thing it had done so far was melt away his stubbornness. that was enough?

it was enough. of course it was enough. pleasure trickled through his body at the thought, and he wondered if that was also the tentacles, rewarding him for his acceptance.

"you understand now, don't you?" victor said. "you understand your place."

he had the faintest awareness that he hadn't appreciated the idea just minutes ago, but it didn't matter. it felt good now. he wasn't even sure if he would say it felt right, exactly - but that wasn't particularly important. certainly, this was the place he was in at the moment, at least, and he was enjoying it.

"i understand," he said in a quiet, sleepy monotone.

victor laughed again, and the sound didn't inspire any feelings in him in particular. "i can't believe how easy this was. you're putty in my hands now, aren't you? i could do whatever i liked with you."

"you could," he said simply.

"and the best part," victor continued, crouching down to get closer, "is that i know it's still you. that your mind hardly had to be altered or controlled at all. that you'll remember everything. and you'll have to accept it all as your own actions. because you are still in there, aren't you?"

"i'm in trance, but... i am," he replied. "mostly..."

"perfect. that's exactly how i want you."

[amuscobblestone]

Lauren and Miss Titzy: All Publicity is Good Publicity

The sequel to Lauren Meets Miss Titzy, title character inspired by the one and only @laurentidal

MIss Titzy has the hottest clown show in town, but what happens when a reporter gets too curious? Read full story here: https://readonlymind.com/@AmusCobblestone/LaurenandMissTitzyAllPublicityis/

“That’s it, everyone!” Miss Titzy announced to her enraptured audience, wearing her mock tuxedo jacket and a pair of fish net stockings that showed off her tapered legs and powerful thighs. “Eyes on my lovely, talented, very top-heavy assistant as she walks back and forth across the high wire!”

The curvy clown ringleader strutted across the stage, leering at the hundreds of eyes rolling up to gaze at Lauren as she expertly danced along the thin wire, her mind quiet and focused as she listened to the sultry accordion music. Her body knew exactly what to do. Miss Titzy had spent hours conditioning her to the same song, rewarding each pass across the wire with a small ghost orgasm. Lauren quickly learned how to earn her reward with practiced skill. As long as she allowed her mind to stay quiet, lost in the music, she could just let her body do the rest.

In her hand, she twirled a frilly umbrella painted with a blue and black spiral she held sideways, blocking her body. She grinned as she caught several audience members staring slack jawed. They were obviously impressed with her new skills. She felt her cheeks flush red.

She loved to be looked at.

“Good job, audience!” Titzy cooed into the mic, her musical voice oddly soothing. “So suspenseful, wondering if the pretty clown will drop, watching to see if she’ll drop, don’t think about her dropping…”

Lauren knew the act like she knew the words to her favorite song, the routine imprinted in brain and body. She made another graceful turn on the wire, twirling the umbrella to keep the spiral facing audience. They were certainly fascinated with her silly little prop.

“All eyes on Lovely Lauren now, folks!’ Titzy sang as Lauren reached the midpoint of the wire. “Ready to see the big finale! Ready to see the drop, watching her bounce, trying not to drop, watching her close, don’t want her to drop, but watching as she…FLOPS!”

On cue, Lauren whipped the umbrella over her head, revealing her two glorious, full breasts that had flopped out of her silly clown dress as she bounced on the tight wire, each painted with iridescent spirals that shimmered and caught the stage lights, reflecting them into the eyes of the audience below. Lauren smiled as she felt the cool air tickle her exposed nipples. She expertly bounced her weight on the thin cord, perfectly balanced, her marvelous breasts bouncing up and down like two large, perky cantaloupes.

“Flopping and dropping! Bouncing and sparkling! Give Lauren a big hand everyone! I do mean two hands, folks, in case one of them is…erhm…occupied…” Titzy announced with a flourish.

The crowd cheered and laughed like they had seen the most extraordinary feat of acrobatics on earth, their eyes transfixed by Lauren’s bouncing boobs.

Lauren continued to smile and bounce, her mind floating away on a sea of applause even while her body stayed completely balanced on the wire. She glanced down and blankly noticed her friend, Val, making her way through the audience with a few of Titzy’s other clowns. They passed completely unnoticed through the distracted crowd, fanning out and homing in on different people who seemed particularly enthralled by Lauren’s performance. Leaning close, they whispered into the ears of the dazzled audience members before gently brushing their hands over their faces and leading them down the bleachers to the backstage dressing room.

Nobody in the audience seemed to notice the clowns rounding up their ‘volunteers’, not even the handsomely dressed boy whose buxom girlfriend was following Val into the dressing room, a glassy look in her eye. The boy was far too fascinated by Lauren’s bouncy knockers and the flashy spirals to object.

“You all love the show so much…” Titzy droned on. “So excited to see all the acts. Knowing you’ll want to bring someone special tomorrow…and the day after that…and the day after that!”

Even as the laughter from the crowd reached her, Lauren let her attention pivot to a late-comer entering the circus tent. A statuesque redhead wearing a broad-rimmed hat and glamor shades shuffled into a seat in the back of the bleachers. She glanced around but didn’t seem to enjoy the show as much as the rest of the crowd. Lauren noticed her adjusting something under her button-up blouse.

Lauren cut her focus back to the wire, remembering how important it was to bounce, flop and not drop. She would tell Miss Titzy about it later. She always told Miss Titzy when there was something suspicious happening in the crowd. She always told Miss Titzy everything.

Kimberly Marshall glanced over her shades, hoping that she hadn’t attracted too much attention for coming in late. So far, nobody in the audience seemed to even notice her. They were too preoccupied with the topless clown bouncing on top of the high wire rig, her massive chest shaking with every movement. Kim glanced around, making sure none of the show employees were watching and then turned on the hidden camera she had stashed down her shirt.

This wasn’t how the reporter typically got her stories. She was used to scheduling interviews and delving into piles of research to smoke out whatever seedy deals local politicians and business-owners were up to. She wouldn’t have even considered the weird, adult-only circus as a news story except for the strange tip she had received.

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a simple business card with a cryptic message scrawled on the back.

“If you want a real headline, get a recording of Miss Titzy’s circus. Careful you’re not seen!!”

On the other side of the card was a strange, black and white spiral. That was it. No name, no number, no social media tag. What kind of business card was this anyway? Kim had heard from a few of her friends how amazing the new circus performance was. More than one of them had very enthusiastically tried to get her to come along to one of the matinees.

She had refused. She was looking for a scandal, not a fluff piece on some kitschy circus show. But the more she talked to her friends, the more she discovered that many were already loyal fans of Titzy’s Circus. Some of them had already bought passes for the entire season. What kind of person went to see the same lewd clown show every weekend?

That’s when she decided to take the mysterious tip seriously and got herself a ticket, intent on taping the show for evidence.

And whatever she had stumbled into, it was wild!

The topless high-wire walker descended to raucous cheers from the audience. She wore a dazed, happy expression through her bright makeup, her large tits sparkling with body paint.

“I can see you’re all feeling so appreciative as you enjoy the show!” The ringleader’s voice boomed as she picked up a large bull horn. She switched the speaker to a shrieking siren, a car alarm, a squawking chicken…

“Stupid thing does this all the time!” she muttered.

She finally switched the sound to a clanging set of bells, her face lighting up with mischievous delight.

“There we go! Now calling our next act for your appreciation. Starring the lovely lady volunteers from last night’s show, the amazing stackable hucows!!”

Kim nearly jumped out of her seat as four curvy women, practically naked except for a skimpy, cow-print thong, complete with a prosthetic tail, crawled onto the stage. A brightly painted rodeo clown with long, purple hair adorned with a cowboy hat rode on the back of the largest woman, her mount supporting her on strong, meaty thighs. The cowgirl yipped and swung a lasso lazily above her head.

“Whoa there lil’ Bessies!” The clown cowgirl commanded. “Time to show off for the nice people!”

Kim watched the lewd act, double checking to see that her camera was still running, as the hucows mindlessly climbed on top of each other, supporting their weight like curvy acrobats. At one point the four busty women stacked themselves on top each other on all fours as the cowgirl clown milked their full tits, her hands juggling between eight loaded udders. The hucows just stared ahead blankly and mooed softly, not an ounce of discomfort in their blissful smiles.

“That’s one way collect milk for market!” the cowgirl quipped to the laughter of the audience. Kim stared in shock. She was beginning to get a little scared by such casual debauchery and had half a mind to leave early.

She already had more than enough footage.

But something about the lights and the four pairs of swinging tits was making Kim feel so overwhelmed, so exhausted…too exhausted to look away from the jiggling udders. The cowgirl was groping and squeezing them in such a random pattern. Each breast danced to its own fascinating beat, confusing Kim even more. Her panic began to fade, the urgency of leaving forgotten as she continued to watch the spectacle.

She was so distracted by the hucows’ tits, that she never noticed a busty clown go up and talk to Miss Titzy. When the ring leader made her way up the aisle, Kim was too amazed by the show to react. She was too blinded by the bright, sparkly lights dancing off the pretty, swinging titties to stop Miss Ttizy from sitting next to her and brushing her hand over Kim’s face.

“Sleep.”

Read the rest here: https://readonlymind.com/@AmusCobblestone/LaurenandMissTitzyAllPublicityis/

[showusyourmuff-deactivated20130]

Mutual Agreement ;)

[puppyboy9000]

i really like doing things that I know just arent quite enough to get off. the feeling of being almost near the edge is so nice and good and i can ride it forever

[puppyboy9000]

Really wish a hot confident person would decide to help me explore my sexuality, take me to sex shops and the like to tell me what I should buy. Take me to their place with lote of equipment yaknow. The whole y/n fantasy shebang with a transman twist.

Alas, I must reaserch sex toys all on my lonesome, figure out good times to masturebate when my borderline NEET roomate is not in, and find safe and good local/digital kink spaces that I will never visit because of my prudish nature {suprising I know considering this blog but like... Ya'll don't know my face}

UGH what a burden. I'd take Christian Grey over this bull shit.

[puppyboy9000]

So I have scurvy... again. I learnt that through jorking it and haaving six year old scars reopen out of the blue. was kinda hot tho. gonna go buy some fucking oranges

[dumbndiseased-deactivated202607]

I want to be brainwashed to become a mindless cumslut but at such a slow pace rhat I don't even recognize it. I wanna go from an averagely smart person with a regular relationship with sex to a dumb whore who's horny 24/7. Start off spending a few minutes jerking off when I feel like it to needy all the time, edging at every possible opportunity. I want to be physically unable to cum if not given permission, doing whatever it takes to get a shred of attention. I want to be able to look back at the normal person I was ages ago and it feeling so far in the past that I'd never wanna go back.

[homohypnoticus]

their hips bucked against his.

"you're trying too hard to cum," he whispered, holding their hips in place, slowing them down.

"i'm close already," they whined, too horny to even care about hiding their desperation.

"i know," he said softly, rubbing their skin with his thumb. "but you're focusing too much on that. it's just making you impatient. just relax..."

he was slipping into that hypnotic tone, and they wanted to be annoyed about that, about the hypnosis interrupting them when all they wanted to do was rut against him until they finally came.

but the words still felt good, and they always felt weaker to it when they were turned on, especially when they were already having sex.

"that's right," he murmured. "just relax for me... you don't need to move right now... it feels nice just to listen, doesn't it?"

their movements slowed down, until they were completely still. their frustration was getting more distant.

his hand slid up their back, gently rubbing and caressing it. "very good... just listen... just let me help you..."

they were melting into him.

"you just aren't very good at making yourself cum, are you?" he cooed.

"usually it's fine," they mumbled. "usually i can jus-"

"shhhhh..." it only took that soft sound to stop them completely. "do you know the difference, shark? do you know why it's more difficult this time?"

the way he was talking down to them made them throb. "why?"

"because you were trying to make it happen. you were too impatient. you just aren't good at making yourself cum..."

"man, i can..."

"you just can't force it. i'm not saying that you can't cum on your own... i'm not saying that you always need my help... although sometimes you might." he leaned closer, looking directly into their eyes. "you need my help tonight, don't you?"

they almost moaned just from the question. a fuzzy feeling spread through their mind, and a weak, limp feeling spread through their body.

"i need it," they said quietly.

"that's right," he cooed. "that's what i thought."

they were already hornier than they could believe, more worked up than they had been when they were frotting with him just minutes ago. just resting like this, pressed against him, while he spoke softly to them, lightly embarrassing them... it really was better.

"you don't always know what you want, do you?" with one hand still on their back, he used the other to pet their hair. "you don't always know what you need."

the words just slid into their ears.

"that's why you need me to hypnotize you like this, isn't it? that's why you need me to tell you..."

their breath was heavy. light, lazy moans were escaping their throat, just from the words, from his voice.

"it feels good..." they mumbled.

"it does feel good, doesn't it?" he seemed amused by it. like he just thought it was cute. he was almost talking to them like they were a little animal, like they were a pet. "you can keep moving your hips... rubbing against me... nice and slowly now... as you listen to me. as i help you."

they did as they were told, moaning a little more loudly at the stimulation.

"you don't cum," he said quietly. "your body cums. it's something that happens to you... all on its own... when the pleasure builds up... when it becomes too overwhelming. you can't really control it yourself... and you don't need to control it... in fact, it's better if you don't have control over it. isn't it? you don't really want to control it, do you?"

the hand that had been petting them drifted back down to their hips, gently guiding their movement and pace.

"it just happens to you... it's something your body does... in response to these feelings... these touches... this pleasure. you can't make it happen... you can't stop it from happening. you just give in to it... you allow your body to react the way it's made to react... you just let it happen. no rush... no expectations... it's going to happen... when it happens... your body can decide for you... or i can decide for your body. your own thoughts about it aren't important... you don't know what you want... you don't know what you need... so you just relax and wait... for your body to respond... and it feels so much better that way, doesn't it?"

even as the pleasure built up, they rubbed against him in the same sluggish, languid rhythm, matching up with the slowness of his words.

"doesn't that feel better?" he asked again.

"it does," they answered.

"oh, do you want to cum now?"

"i do..."

"just be good," he said. "it isn't your choice..."

their body felt so sensitive. their mind felt so weak and open.

"you don't cum..." he repeated. "your body cums... all you can do... is let it happen..."

he made them feel so helpless and submissive.

"that's good... you're being so patient for me now... so well behaved..."

it was building up.

they slowed down, instead of going faster like before.

"oh, is it too much for you now?" he cooed. "even though just a while ago you thought it wasn't enough?"

"it's more intense now..."

"just keep the same pace as before," he murmured. "that's right... you don't control it... you don't know what you want... but that's alright... i'm here... i'll make your body cum... i'll show you how to give in to it... i'll show you how much better it feels this way."

they were already close, practically whimpering into his chest as their hips moved at a steady, hypnotic pace, their wet, sensitive t-dick rubbing against his throbbing cock.

"just like that... keep going... let your body feel good for you... let it move all on its own..."

he gently, carefully moved with them, rocking his own hips.

"that's good... very good," he purred in pleasure. "just let your body follow my pace..."

they could barely think anymore. their body was going to cum.

"i'm close," they murmured.

"just let it happen," he said, just barely increasing the speed. "it's alright... you can't control it... just feel how you can't control it... your body just reacts... it's just going to cum for me... all on its own..."

their hips jerked and twitched as the pleasure tipped them over the edge. adrianus pulled their hips closer and pushed his cock against them with more force, praising them under his breath as he used their squirming, orgasming body to get himself off, covering their stomach with his warm, thick cum.

"good," he said softly, running a hand along their back. "that felt so much better, didn't it?

their body was still twitching and pulsing, slumping against him.

"you gave in so well... it shouldn't take very long until it just becomes natural... something you don't even think about. won't that be nice?"

"mm." they barely vocalized an answer.

"it will be nice for me, too," he whispered.

[jukeboxemcsa]

A Whisper to a Scream

"I--ffffucckk--Lyndsey, not… not you too…."

I--oh, oh, oh my god, I… umm… I, I don't know what you're--tuhhh! Talk, talking, talking about, uhm, Amber….

"Oh come on, don't fucking lie to me, I--I can see your pussy leaking through your leggings. You… you wear a Whisper too."

It's, I--n-no, no I don't, I just… ummm, I… o, only sluts w-wear those. I, I'm n-not, not--nnnnhhhh!

"You fucking liar. You have a Whisper in your cunt right now and it got…. unnnnhhhhh… it got hacked, just like mine did. S-someone's playing with your pussy right now and ohhh fuckkkk, it's so hard to think…."

I--okay, maybe. Once in a while. But I, unnnhh, I unnnh, I'm not d-dumb and hhhhhhorny, horny, um… um….

"We gotta take it out, Lyns. We gotta take it out before it, uhm, before it melts our brains to, to mush and we… and we…."

Yeah. No, yeah, you're right. Just reach in like I'm doing, just reach in and… ohhhhh. Ohhh fuck, feels so fucking good….

"Uh huh. Fuck… every time I start to pull it out I wanna push it right back in. It… this… this was a trap…."

Whuh? Oh. Uhm. Yeah. Right. W-wait, this… this connects to our phone, right? That's how it works, right? We should check the app and see who's… who's doing… this….

"Oh. Yes. There's… there's a message… waiting? Looks like a… a link…."

Wait, no, don't click it--ohhhh. oh yes. such a pretty spiral. we should… uhm… we should watch it for a while. just to see what it does.

"yes. good idea. good girl. we're… good… girls…."

yesssss….

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Zelda Slows to a Stop

"Oh sweetie," Caryn cooed, watching Zelda's eyes slowly rotate inward to stare at the bridge of her own nose as the thick silicone cock slid home. "See what I mean about it happening easier every single time? You used to be so much better at thinking, but now all I have to do is push my big dick into your wet pussy and you get so stupid for me. Isn't that right, baby girl? Aren't you getting so dumb for Mistress now that you've got something nice and firm between your pretty pink pussy lips?" Zelda didn't answer, but her tongue began to loll out of her mouth in an expression of mindless vapidity and that was really its own kind of answer as far as Caryn was concerned.

So she just purred, "Of course you are, sweetie," and pushed Zelda's legs further apart with her hands so she could use the strap-on in long, deep strokes that filled Zelda's cunt again and again right up to the toy's molded silicone balls. "You're such a perfect brainless little slut now, you can't even think a single thought once my cock gets inside you. It just empties that silly head of yours and turns you into a perfect fucktoy for Mistress, and every time you get that much dumber that much faster. You don't even remember when you started letting the hypnosis win, do you?" Again the only response was that same cross-eyed stare and a trickle of drool down her cheek, but that was exactly what Caryn wanted. It was so much simpler programming her slave without any of that pesky mind in the way.

"And next time you're going to go blank and stupid for me even quicker," Caryn murmured, tiny huffs of exertion roughening her dulcet tones ever so slightly. "Even just seeing me wearing the harness, with that big fake cock jutting out, it starts to make your silly little brain all slow and stupid. You have so much trouble figuring out why you came over here, so much trouble understanding why you can't seem to stop yourself from taking your clothes off, and once I push that nice thick dick inside you it all just goes… poof!" She added a bit of extra force to the thrust as she spoke, and was gratified to hear Zelda give a mewling grunt of ecstasy. She was pretty sure the young woman spent her entire trance time cumming now, not that she could really get a lot of intelligent feedback on the topic.

There was no intelligence left in Zelda at all anymore, really, and when she finally emerged from her trance she'd have no memory of even submitting to hypnosis much less an ability to describe what happened to her. She had two states now, sweet and submissive co-ed who was eager to please the older neighbor she had a crush on and mindless ahegao fucktoy, and although Caryn enjoyed both of them she had to admit that nothing got her off more than putting on her strap-on harness and watching Zelda's mind coast to a stop. "You're my good little slut forever, aren't you, sweetie pie?" she asked, and she felt an electric rush of pleasure and power as she once again realized the only answer in Zelda's empty head right now was yes.

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[milkyhoneybee]

Bent over on the bed, on your back, eyes covered, wrists bound to your ankles, tits squished together nice and pretty, fully free-use strap bait, and your partner warms you up, starts off with a fairly normal size toy, maybe just a little bigger than you're used to, and you're leaking a massive puddle with every thrust into you, and moaning all sorts of horny nonsense... and then you hear the sound of a pump being squeezed and you feel the strap inside you thicken...

And it's definitely more than you've been able to take before!

You try and beg them to take it slow, say how much it is, your pussy isn't used to anything that big! And your clit is hammering in time with your heartbeat and you're shaking when they start rubbing it super fast while they keep fucking you...

Then, before you've even gotten used to the current size, they squeeze the pump again and you whine, oh fuckkkk that's WAY too much! You're starting to sob, overstimulated from the stretch and the attention on your clit, and your partner shushes you, tells you it's okay! And then they take the hand on your clit and use it to push your own teat into your mouth, holding it there so your're forced to suck on it.

All the while, they're still fucking you, and you can't do anything about it, and your brain finally starts to shut off when the pump squeaks again, and all you can do is take it...

Hours later, your partner undoes the release on the strap and steps back, leaving the toy still lodged in you, and then you're dazzled, blinking in even the dim bedroom light. Your partner is behind you, one hand on your tit, groping, and the other circling around the end of the toy inside you. You're held up by their shoulder and your wrists and ankles are still bound, so you're forced to watch in the mirror beyond the foot of the bed as the toy is finally pulled out of you... You cum hard, and the evidence of all the other orgasms forced upon you joins it, flooding the bed further as your hole flutters vainly, the muscles exhausted and stuck where they've been forced for the past few hours.

You're so open, and you finally look properly at the toy, still inflated at the size it was removed from you...

How THAT managed to fit inside you, you have no idea. It makes you feel light-headed just looking at it.

You're still mesmerised by the unreal girth of the toy when you finally look and see your partner has a fist inside you, and it's not until they open their fingers and drag their fingertips along your g-spot and up to your cervix that you realise that's the first thing you felt, even though they're wrist-deep inside you.

[dreambelievetoyourselfsblog]

There’s something dangerously intoxicating about being controlled without ever realizing it’s happening. Opening a harmless-looking file, only to lose hours of time and wake up with nothing but fragments of memory and a damp seat beneath me. Feeling invisible triggers buried deep in my mind suddenly take over my body dropping to the floor before I can even question why, my lips parting instinctively, desperate to obey commands I don’t fully understand.

The idea of being slowly rewritten from the inside out is addictive. Every command sinking deeper, every humiliation stripping away another layer of resistance until there’s nothing left except devotion, obedience and the overwhelming need to please. No thoughts, no pride, no control just a dumb, eager puppy waiting for the next order.

[revretch]

So I was curious as to where the term "boobs" ever came from and apparently this is one of the first known uses of it:

Thank you, Henry Miller, author of Sexus (1949)

[bogleech]

reblog if you DON'T mind vegetable appendages disturbing you with their sloshy joggling

[alfiebarks]

Hey thanks for liking all of the posts on my blog!

Are you perhaps masturbating

[masc-gal-nikki]

If you don't tell me, I'll cry

[corruptedbyhim]

The best thing I ever did was teach you that there’s no difference between you cumming and me cumming. It took a while. Lots of repetition. Lots of edging you right up to the line and then finishing on you instead, then whispering good job right at the moment you’d normally hear yourself moan. Letting you feel my cum dripping down your skin while your brain was still expecting its own orgasm. Over and over until the wires just quietly crossed and your body stopped being able to tell the difference.

So now when you’re desperate and shaking and you beg me to cum, I just spit in my palm and wrap my hand around my cock. And you don’t even flinch. You don’t correct me. Your eyes get heavy and your breathing changes and you watch me squeeze the base and stroke up, slow, dragging the skin tight, letting the head swell between my fingers. You watch the pre-cum bead up and spill over my knuckles and your mouth falls open a little like you can taste it. Because somewhere in that pretty rewired head of yours, this is what cumming feels like now. Watching me get myself off while you soak through the sheets next to me.

And I’m in no rush. I’ll let go entirely just to watch my cock twitch and throb on its own while you whimper like something was taken from you. Then grip it again, tighter, faster, fucking my own fist while you lie there clenching with your hips rocking in rhythm with my hand. Your body trying to sync up with what your brain says is happening to you. I can hear how wet you are every time you squeeze your thighs together. You don’t even register it. You’re too focused on my cock. On the way my stomach tenses when I’m getting close. On the way my breathing gets ragged and my grip gets sloppy and I stop performing for you and just start chasing it.

When I cum you feel it everywhere. Your whole body loosens up. I’m spilling over my hand, onto your thighs, across your stomach, and you arch into it like it’s warmth you earned. You close your eyes. You curl into me. You say thank you. Meanwhile your pussy is still swollen and untouched. It has been this whole time. But your brain marked it as done. You got what you needed. You begged to cum. You watched me cum. You came. You’re sure of it.

[corruptedbyhim]

Spam likers will be kidnapped and chained to my bed post

[corruptedbyhim]

This was supposed to be a warning, not a challenge!

[corruptedbyhim]

People whining that I haven’t answered their Ask or DM will be chained to a radiator in my basement and forced to listen to all the fun the sluts chained to my bedpost are having.

[corruptedbyhim]

Blank blogs spam liking my page will be gagged, blindfolded, and forced to listen to an audio recording of my pinned post on loop for all eternity.