Thinking about hypnosis as an act of adoration.
Rubbing a pretty dyke’s tits as they sit throbbing in my lap, staring at a spiral I made just for them.
Their mind is deliciously blank. Their safe word locked lovingly into place if they so choose.
Their anxieties are off. Their trauma is put away.
I whisper sweet words that make their eyes roll.
I liberate them with a snap, free to grind on the air.
I tell them how gorgeous they are when they’re free.
My pretty dyke doll.
Men/minors DNI













