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@quietestrose
I am a sub and interested in getting Hypnosis, meeting other subs, enjoying myself (hehe) maybe getting hypnotized by someone but it's not critical atm. Other then that be respectful, fun, and please no harassment!
Please Note: No Minors, No Blank Blogs, No Pedophile, No Sissy Play, No Age Play, No Racism Play, No Rape Play, No Sexism Play, No Homophobia, No being a TERF and don't expect any pictures or videos of me.
Good girls can’t stop staring
Feels too good to stop
Good girls rub faster
Deeper
Good girls obey
Good girls get to
CUM NOW FOR THE SPIRAL
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Good girls rub for spirals
Good girls rub their minds away
Good girls rub for pleasure
Good girls are better when they obey
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Good girls make good girls blank
Good girls help good girls sink
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Why don't you be a good girl and offer to fuck a girl with your wet tongue?
mm I'd offer it to any girls who wants plss let my tongue make u cum
Me! I volunteer! Please please me! I'll even go first and do whatever you want!!!
I'll start with sucking your tits and moving slowly down to your cunt licking nd sucking mmhhh
Mgnmmm.....🫦❤️🔥🥵
mmmm u guys have all the fun 🥺
grope me tear my clothes apart pinch nd suck my nipples use my holes pleaseee
im a good cow moooommooo mmoooomooo mooooo
Beg for it! Moooo to be used, let's let those silly normal thoughts fade, you don't need words you just need to mooo and open that mouth nice and wide.
We need something to lube my strap before I bend you over and show you how you'll be stretched~
Don't you agree?
mooommoooo yeessss mmooo mooooo mooooo
I'm so glad you agree, now you just need to put your ass up and show your cute hole. Which one should be filled first?
yeess whichever u want mommy
mmm i was just going to check tumblr for a few moo-i mean mins but now...a few more wouldn't hurt, right?
yess a few mooore moooment woundnt hurt infact it'll be good for yooo
a few mooooments to looooose myself mmm feels nice
I mean, it can’t hurt, right? Just… as an experiment. Yes, an experiment! I have been practicing a lot lately, after all. If someone had told me how hard it is to actually edge, to reach that perfect point and just… stop, I’m not sure I would have started doing it. But I AM getting better at it! If he could see me it would be sooo… but I’ll have another session soon, and I want to be able to tell him that I’m doing it, I’m following the program, that I’m doing well in therapy for once, that unlike all those other hacks he made me better…
I’m tired, and I know it’s harder for me to hold back when I’m tired… but at the same time I have to be able to control myself. That’s what he said. It’s all about impulse control or something… and if I fail and go over? No, I can’t be too hard on myself. But at the same time he would be disappointed. I don’t want to imagine that. Not that he ever tells me he is disappointed, but I can tell. I could almost imagine him looking so sad the few times I accidentally came… I need to make him proud. I need to train more. Sure, I have to work tomorrow but one edge, just the one…
Fuck, I love social media. It’s like… the algorithm knows how to push me deeper and deeper… and I feel less alone, knowing there are so many people gooning and edging and encouraging one another. To think I was ashamed of the stuff I liked before! Like, admitting that watching a girl being spanked turned me on would get me red like a tomato. Now… a spanking does nothing for me. I need more, and the screen delivers. It’s so fucking good to see so many good girls, drooling and edging like me and writing on their skins what willing fuckholes they are… The words come to me and I’m muttering them… cunt… useless toy… living cumrag… I’m not sure I can stop myself from mumbling anymore. I watch them smile before getting their stupid mouths fucked by a huge cock, shutting them up and turning them into the useful dolls they are…
Jesus! That was close. I didn’t expect to hit the edge so quickly! My pussy must be more sensitive lately. Makes sense. Two weeks without cumming is a long time… but he looked so proud of me last session… no way I can throw that away for a moment of relief. I’m in control. Not my body. Me.
Okay, I did it. Time to get some much needed rest.
Fuck…
Turning in bed. My cunt is soaked and it’s insistent, demanding. I have to work tomorrow. I can’t… I put my pillow between my legs. I don’t know why I feel like it will calm my pussy down a bit. I’m making no sense. Fuck, thinking that made me wetter. I’m making no sense. I’m dumb. I’m stupid. I’m just a horny bitch in heat…
My hips move on their own. I’m not entirely awake, not entirely asleep. I’m almost… not there. Like I’m just watching my needy body hump the pillow, like I’m merely a passenger and my stupid, horny body is taking over…
No. No. I’m in control. I won’t cum. I won’t…
That was too close. Much too close. But I did it. I stopped right at the edge. I didn’t cum.
I was a good girl.
Good girls edge. That’s not something the therapist said. At least I don't think so. I saw it online. But he explained edging to me, so he must want me to be a good girl for him, right? No, that’s silly. He’s a professional. He’s teaching me control. I want to learn from him. I want to be a good girl for him. I want him to…
It’s two in the morning already. Time slipped by like… like it was soaked by my pussy juices. I like that image. My needy cunt is so permanently wet even time gets slick. I might be going crazy. I need to snap back to reality. I need to focus. Tomorrow I have to work, and I’m already going to be running on like, five hours of sleep.
Well, I’m going to be fucked tomorrow either way, right? Not much difference between five hours of sleep and four. And I do have a few audios saved…
One more edge. That’ll be all.
God, I love how audios make me feel. As soon as I put the headphones on and that low, barely audible pulsing sound comes on, I can feel a tingle snake all over my skin. And her voice… It’s so soft, so gentle, so caring… and so desperate at the same time. I don’t know how many times I’ve listened to her, but it always makes me feel… like she’s holding me. Guiding me. Telling me what I am. What I could be. What I should be.
I know I’m saying the words out loud. I couldn’t stop myself from doing it even if I wanted to anymore. The girl in the audio and me, we are one and the same. I can’t tell where the audio ends and my mind begins. Her words are my words. The only part of me that remains is the watchful eye that’s always alert now, always ready to pounce and stop me from going over the edge.
Edging makes me better. Edging makes me sluttier. Edging makes me prettier. Edging makes me more obedient. Edging makes me a slave to my cunt. Edging makes me better. Edging makes me sluttier…
I can feel him railing me in his office. I can taste his cum on my tongue. I can see the pleasure in his eyes, the way it gives me purpose…
Shit! That fantasy almost got me. I can’t be the only one that thinks about their therapist that way, right? No, no judgment. No shame. That’s what he says, so surely he wouldn’t begrudge me a little kinky fantasy starring him…
I wonder if I should tell him. Fuck, that would be amazing. To look into his eyes and tell him every detail that my mind conjured up, how I want him to take over my mind, to tell me what to think, what to wear… who to be.
Twenty past four in the morning. Four-twenty. I should sleep, but come on. Timing’s too good. One joint, one more edge, and that will be it. Weed always makes edging better, anyway. I feel so… happy. I don’t have another word for it. Bubbly. Happy. Slutty. Maybe I should make someone else happy like me…
I should probably buy like, a mask or something, just to be safe. But I don’t have one now and I want them to see all of me… I want every inch of my body to be porn, to make someone happy… It doesn’t matter who. I need to be useful. I go on the website.
I blame the lack of sleep and the weed. I’m not dumb. I’m… it’s just… good girls are porn. Fuck, that feels good to say. I log on and…
There it is. Of course, first try. A stiff cock. I can’t see the owner’s face, and I don’t care to. I vaguely remember a time when I would have felt disgusted. Now I can’t think at all. Mu pussy clenches in anticipation, and my hand rubs it softly, insistently. We share the moment in perfect peace, masturbating as one, both mindless and entranced by our own bodies…
Suddenly, the fear comes. I want to be useful. I want… I need to make that cock cum. That’s my purpose. That’s all I want to be. But what if I can’t? How can I know exactly what kind of slut this cock wants to cum to? What if I’m not… good enough?
Then, the man starts typing and the fear melts away, replaced by a warm blanket of peace. He tells me what to do. Suddenly, I don’t need to try anymore. I don’t need to think. I don’t need to worry. I don’t need to be anything but an extension of that wonderful cock. I don’t think I even read the words in any meaningful way. They bypass my brain and go straight to my body, and obedience is instantaneous.
I’m on all fours, stretching my buttcheeks apart, struggling to look at the screen. I want to see it. I want to feel worthy.
I barely catch myself. Seeing it tense up, hearing his moan, seeing his cock shoot cum for me, just for me… it almost makes me break my edge. I feel… proud. I feel perfect, as if I’ve found the exact corner of the universe that exists just for me to occupy, that wonderful purpose… He ends the video chat quickly. Maybe he’s embarrassed. It only shows me the dangers of cumming. Cumming brings bad thoughts. But edging…
Dawn arrives. I’ve been… away. I’ve become whoever, whatever the person on the other side of the screen needs me to be. I’m fuzzy. I know I’ve called someone daddy and begged him to sneak into my room at night… I know one woman made me spank myself with my hairbrush until I cried, and she came to my tears. I think I danced for a group of older men, but I can’t be sure. Maybe I… fell asleep at some point? I don’t know. Nothing feels real. I don’t feel real. I feel like a beautiful fiction.
The alarm goes off. I should shower. Have a coffee. Go to work. Be a person.
Sure, I’ll do all those things. I just need one more edge to start the day…
Just one more…
I know I’ll have an amazing therapy session in two days.
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Mozart, you said you were going to play me something on the piano but everytime you try you just end up putting your hands in your pants and stick your tounge out
Hey, look, that's not my fault. We agreed that piano was a code word for my cock. I'm just doing what I was told!!! You can't blame me for that, and any side effects of tongue out mind off are also not under my purview. Either way, I'm just following instructions, nothing off or wrong here.
Such a silly malleable mindless boy...
My brain has stopped working. There's just a loud, echoing buzz in my empty head from you playing with my sensitive tits. You can do anything you want to me now...
Reblog if you use safe sex practices like regular testing between partners, contraceptives, etc., to protect yourself and others.
This in my opinion also includes safe anal sex practices like not putting something that was in your ass directly into a vagina! Not here for infections!
And safe BDSM practices! (example: keeping medical scissors accessible when working with rope, choking properly as to not damage the windpipe, etc)
Psst... you like... FREE STUFF!? ...That relates to #HypnoKink, so hopefully you're into that too! My #HypnoStream with
@BriBriOlivia is fully timestamped and available for your viewing pleasure now. A STUNNING lady with some beautiful reactions!
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I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING AT MY EMAIL RIGHT NOW
WHOOOOOOO LET THEM DO THIS
I’d say I’m sorry but I have zero shame so…
@official-penis-posts
They knew EXACTLY what they were doing
Please don't ask me to sing or dance Master, that's one thing I WILL resist.
Ahhhhh Farrrrr Canallll
Forcing girls to take compliments is really fun. And I mean like
“I think you’re really pretty.”
“Thank you…”
“Say it.”
*whispering* “I’m pretty”
“Louder”
*under her breath* “I’m pretty”
“Full voice”
“I’m pretty.”
“Higher”
Etc.
Just like… the way she melted was so cute and it kind of got a lil hypno-y? Afterward she was like “maybe I do want you to hypnotize me.”
Which damn I really want to do now. I just dunno how to do it intentionally.
Maker, Mover, Model
Sarah drew her lot from the box and read the word on the slip of paper.
"Model."
And as the words left her lips, she felt her mind fading into clay. She was blank. Formless. Maleable.
"Maker," Dora read from her paper. The word filled her with power. Her eyes flashed and her mind burned with confidence. Leadership suddenly felt natural. It was right that the others obeyed her.
"Mover," Laura said. The effect on her was more subtle. She knew her place, and she knew her job. She would obey her Maker and move her Model.
"Model, stand," Maker said and Model obeyed silently and immediately. "Mover, on your knees."
"Yes, Maker."
She knew her place, and she knew her job. She did not need to be commanded to lick at the Model's slit. She simply knew that was her job. Above her, Model stood with vacant eyes.
Maker ran her clay covered hands across Model's skin and whispered in her ears. The clay smeared and the words shaped her mind inside. Molding her. Making her. Turning her into something new. A perfect form in Maker's eyes.
Mover licked and touched. Her tongue probed into Model's slit. A finger slid into Model's ass. She kept Model wet and pliable for Maker's hands and words. It was a wonderful dream for Mover to watch Maker work. To be a part of it.
From her vantage below, Mover saw Model's tits inflate under the streaks of clay. Felt her butt tighten and firm under her hands. Watched her hair move from blonde to brown as the clay soaked in and hardened. Finally, Maker stepped away and snapped her fingers.
The sound thundered through all their minds. The clay hardened and flaked off of Sarah. Her new body made permanent through a snap like fire. Laura stood from her kneeling position and nodded.
"You did well, Dora."
"Oh my gawd!" Sarah shouted in her new squeaky voice. "I'm like. Totally slutty!"
The three put their lots back in the box, content with the way things were. Next week, they'd draw again, and everything would change once more.
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