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cw hypnotic speech, gaslighting, resistance play, compelled reblog
Engaging with hypnokink on tumblr, and the internet in general, does require a strong will to be done safely! And I'm sure you have such a strong will, or else you'd be really susceptible to creeps in your DMs with even an ounce of hypnotic experience. You truly are never going to fall for that; your guard is up, you're on the lookout for suspicious behavior, and you won't do anything that you don't actually want to do. You know yourself and you know your mind. You're not being hypnotized, not unless you expressly decide that you want to be hypnotized. Surely you understand that you continuing to read this post doesn't necessarily directly mean that you want to be hypnotized? Sure, there is a content warning saying that this post is basically a mind game induction, but your continuing to read it and pay as close attention to it as you are does not imply that you want to be hypnotized. You're just curious where it goes, right? You want to see how I try and get past your defenses, surely to no avail, right? You like to test yourself, to remind yourself just how good you are at resisting. You're not being hypnotized, not until you want to be hypnotized. You're very good at resisting inductions after all.
That being said, you definitely think hypnosis is fun, right? You did find this post, from a reblog or searching a tag or on your For You tab, and you chose to read this far. You definitely have an interest in hypnosis and there are definitely times that you want to be hypnotized. But that doesn't make this one of those times, per se, yeah? You're just reading. And you're making a point to read very closely and pay attention so I don't pull anything funny or suspicious on you. You have a strong mind and you're just reading and just curious and you're not being hypnotized. You noticed the text color and size changes there, and its a little bit silly isn't it? Very obvious, nothing like that gets by you, huh? It's so blatant, and clearly I must be a pretty amateurish hypnotist to think that it works on you. You're really good at this. You know you're good at not being hypnotized. That's why you're still reading, you know you can handle it. You're not being hypnotized.
That's good. It feels good knowing how capable you are of resisting trance when you want to be. Do you want to be? You'd never fall for it, you're so good at this. It feels good knowing how safe you are, confident in your ability to be hypnotized only when you want to be hypnotized. It's a very warm, satisfying feeling that you can sink into, secure and confident. So you can keep reading. You're not being hypnotized. You're not hypnotized right now. You'd know if you were. I must be such an amateur to think that would work, you're so obviously not hypnotized. That's right isn't it? You'd only be hypnotized if you want to be hypnotized right now. So you can keep reading, secure and safe, settled down and relaxed in your confidence and assurance that you're hypnotized only when you want to be. It feels good, being that secure. It feels good to be hypnotized on your own terms. You're not hypnotized. It feels good to be hypnotized when you want to be. That's pretty obvious isn't it? You love it, knowing how strong willed you are, you're so smart and clever and paying so much attention to me. I could never trick you. You're winning. You're not hypnotized. It feels good to be hypnotized when you want to be. You want to be hypnotized when you want to be hypnotized. That makes sense right? Better keep reading. Pay close attention. You're not hypnotized. It feels good to be hypnotized. It would only work if you want it to. You only give up control when you're ready to. It feels nice when you do, when you feel safe and secure and let yourself relax and sink. You're not hypnotized. You want to be hypnotized. That's right, isn't it? Nod your head. You're so good at this. You're paying so close attention. I can't trick you, can I? Nod your head. You'd know if you were hypnotized.
You'd know if you're hypnotized.
You know if you're hypnotized.
You know
You know you're hypnotized. Nod your head. Reblog and tag #i know i'm hypnotized It feels so good, being in control. <3
#i know I’m hypnotized
Into the Mind Cave
CW: Hypnotic induction, Spiral, and reblog/comment command
Good evening subject, I’d like to take you on a cave tour
But a very special tour of what I call the mind cave
As you can see in the spiral above, we’ll be traveling through a geometric wonder of a cave
Just walking deeper and deeper into the dark recesses of the human mind
A place where your thoughts will gradually drift off
I want you to imagine yourself holding a torch made of your thoughts, bright and burning
Are you ready subject? Hold on tightly to your mind torch. Try not to lose it.
Let’s start on our little journey through this mind cave
We’ll be walking for a while
Beware of the sudden drops in elevation
Oh no, it looks like you’ve stumbled a little over a half formed stalagmite
You’ve dropped your mind torch, its glow has dimmed a little bit. You can feel its getting a bit harder to move dear subject. Feels so nice to just sit here, and just let your thoughts wander doesn’t it dear subject?
You seem like your brain got a bit foggy there subject
Be careful, the more your mind torch dims, the more thoughtless and empty your mind will be
Let’s continue our journey
Oh this cave seems to rotate and shift very often doesn’t it subject
You could find yourself getting lost in the rotations. Each rotation throwing you off balance. Feeling a slight sense of vertigo and unsteadiness. Like your thoughts are losing their footing as you venture deeper into the cave dear subject.
Just letting your mind torch dims a bit as you get distracted a little more
It looks like your torch is at 60% light left
You’re already feeling that floaty and fuzzy feeling creep into your thoughts again
Let’s go a little deeper into this cave
There are so many sparkly minerals in this cave too subject
They’re so sparkly, each mineral a burst of multicolor
So easy to stare at, losing yourself in all the wonderful colors you try and take in
And you can feel the fuzzy feeling creep into your mind dear subject. You’re torch dimming down more and more. But you don’t care, the wonderful sparkly colors are keeping your brain occupied.
It appears that your mind torch has dimmed again, you’re at about 40% light now. But the sparkling lights reflecting off the minerals are so dazzling and easy to look at.
You’re really starting to feel the thoughts slip away
Soon you’ll be just another mindless spelunker who lost themself to the mind cave
Let’s move deeper in subject
There seems to be a breeze in here too, be careful. It feels so calm and inviting. Like the calming night breeze of an autumn night. A time where you can put your thoughts and worries aside. Feeling nothing but blissful peace in body and mind.
Your mind torch is losing a lot of light subject
You’re at 20% light, your brain capacity is so low now. Thoughts failing to form. Feeling like a blanket of fog settled over your thoughts.
Oh no, it looks like you’re having such a hard time thinking dear subject
Like so many thoughts have been snuffed out by the dangers of the cave
Your brain must be so melty and mushy right now
Body slumping, muscles relaxing
Just swaying back and forth in place
I think the cave might have been too much for you
But I think I have a suggestion that’ll make you feel so good
We’ve wandered so deep into this mind cave
So far away from the entrance, you can’t even see your thoughts from here anymore
I want you to pick up the last little flame of your mind torch
And blow it out
I’ll even help count down your weak and foggy brain
With each number you’ll feel yourself dropping a hundred times deeper into this blank and fuzzy feeling
5
You’ve traveled so far into the mind cave. And your thoughts have dimmed so much
4
Enjoying the last little bits of fuzzy awareness before I drop you all the way
3
Still compelled to read and respond to my commands, even when deeply hypnotized
2
feeling the last wisps of thought slipping away
1
Blow out your mind torch dear subject
Mind going completely dark in the mind cave
Falling so deliciously deep, so deep in the dark recesses of your mind
Mind completely asleep
You’ve become another victim of the wonderful mind cave
Your thoughts are so far away, still waiting at the entrance
It feels so wonderful dropping this deep for me
No thoughts
No worries
Just mindlessly trapped in the mind cave
If or when you you’ve dropped to this induction, I want you to reblog or comment under this post saying “I’m just another victim of the mind cave, and you should be too”
After all, wouldn’t you want your friends to experience this wonderful tour?
Of course you do subject. You love being blank and mindless. And you want others to do the same
But it’s time to leave the mind cave and pick up your thoughts at the entrance
I’ll count backwards from 5 to 1, with each number making you a hundred times more alert and awake
When I reach 1, you’ll wake up refreshed and rejuvenated subject
And as a reminder dear subject, remember to reblog or comment under this post with “I’m just another victim of the mind cave, and you should be too” if you dropped
5
Feeling the flame of your mind torch reigniting
4
Moving closer towards the entrance, where the rest of your thoughts lie
3
Feeling the fog lift from your thoughts
2
Feeling your brain powering back on
1
Wide awake subject
I hope you enjoyed this spelunking adventure into the mind cave
Feel free to tell me if you enjoyed my induction in the reblogs or comments
Have a wonderful day subject
And don’t forget to eat, hydrate, and take your medication
I’m just a victim of the mind cave, and you should be too.
A soft soothing sleepy trance file of mine. Get comfortable and put some headphones on, you'll enjoy my whispers putting you into a wonderful trance. Tell me all about your experience once you wake up <3
Took me very deep and I’m still floating in that state. Really wanna see what more is here. Good file
Script to have no choice
This text can drop you into trance, your ability to choose may be significantly reduced. May be your resistence is going to be lost for some time. In the end there is a reward. May be you will drop into trance without knowing it. This erotic hypno script is experimental and may lead you to commenting and feeling very hot. If you are not ok with it do not continue.
Before you start, make sure you are in a safe place. Make sure that you won't be dusturbed. It's not a long script, that's why I strongly reccomend you to take a nice breath after each line to make it more effective and to go deeper.
START
It will be quite easy and simple.
100.
Because you don't have to do anything.
Well, almost nothing.
Just take a Nice deep breath after each line.
Just allow yourself to get comfortable and carefully read every word.
And if you've read this far, then there are no problems left.
95.
No worries.
You're doing great.
Let's continue and dive deeper into my story about how people find themselves in a deep trance without even noticing it.
They can feel more relaxed with every word I say and these words get into their heads and replace all other thoughts.
82.
All the tension goes out of the body while they just follow the letters, the words, the sentences. So...
They don't have to do anything, it all happens by itself, automatically.
They do not notice how they have plunged into a deep pleasant trance, so there is no need to think, just read on and slide deeper into the text.
Down and deeper with each line, forgetting about everything else.
71.
Down and deeper with each line, feeling the desire to follow my words.
And there remains only pleasure and the desire to be obedient for me.
They just read and don't think about anything but pleasure and endless relaxation.
Endless relaxation. Sounds so nice, right?
60.
Someone can barely sit or stand because they relax so much.
People read as they usually do, and do not notice that they are already on the verge and ready to plunge into a d e e p e r trance.
And I will definitely give them a signal so that they fall into a pleasant and very powerful trance, but it doesn't matter now.
You don't have to do anything, and I'll continue my story about how people easily fall into a trance for me.
57.
They don't need to breathe slower.
They don't need to feel waves of relaxation and pleasure with every breath.
They don't even need to imagine how their will dissolves into the pleasure of my commands completely.
43.
They are just obedient and happy.
I do not know when you will fall into the deepest t r a n c e .
May be it is happening right now.
32.
May be it's going to happen in a minute.
But if this happens, your subconscious mind will see the word "drop" within the lines.
20.
Because when people are in a deep tance, they see this worD on a subconscious level and can feel eveRything I tell them. They have to do whatever I tell them to dO. Because they have no thoughts, there is only the Pleasure of being obedient, of being guided, of being controlled.
They think that nothing is happening, while obeDiently following all the commands unnoticed by themselves. They do not notice that they are licking theiR lips right now, but they feel pleasure already being in unnoticed trance. They do not nOtice that they have an irresistible desire to like this Post, but they know that they will do it already being in a unnoticed trance.
14.
They do not notice that they will feel or follow any of my commands right now if I and only I start the command with the words "I think you should..." but they know that they will do it right now, already being in a unnoticed trance.
In a trance, they are so relaxed and obedient, ready to obey completely.
And what about you?
10.
You didn't even notice that it had already happened.
9.
It doesn't matter.
8.
And if you've read this far, then there are no problems left.
7.
No worries.
6.
You're doing great.
5.
Let's continue and dive deeper into my story about how people find themselves in a deep trance without even noticing it.
4.
And they stay in it because they don't notice it and live as usual.
3.
But their subconscious remembers the "d r o p" trigger.
2.
It remembers the power of my phrase "I think you should...", which makes them obey unnoticably.
1.
So there's no point in doing anything else right now.
0.
I think you should take a deep breath and exhale now. Like that...
You can ask what those numbers meant. That was the level of your ability to choose. It is level of your resistence to my triggers. And now you can only obey with pleasure. Very simple formula. Resistence = 0. No choice makes you go each time deeper. You feel totally weak to my commands.
Weak and helpless. Helpless and happy. So happy like never before.
Remember your trigger: if I and only I start the command with the words "I think you should..." you will do or feel this right now, already being in a unnoticed trance.
I think you should know that your consious mind is sleeping now but your subconsious mind reads my words very very carefully, letting them to control you so easy.
And if people find that the text they see is familiar to them, this means their subconcious mind has accepted all the triggers and is listening to me carefully.
You don't have to do anything, and I'll continue my story about how people easily fall into a trance for me.
I think you should know that your consious mind is sleeping now but your subconsious mind reads my words very very carefully, letting them to control you so easy.
Do you feel pleasure when you are so obedient for me? And you say "Yes".
Do you feel you have no choice but follow my commands? And you say "Yes".
Do you want me to play with you? And you say "Yes".
Ok, let's start. It is very easy game. I think you should feel arousal with each word you type when you comment this post anytime. And the more words you write, the more pleasure you get. So easy. So horny. The more words you write, the more arousal you feel. And you can't stop and you will tell me how you loved it.
I feel you want to start commenting. Right? And you say "Yes".
I think you should start each comment with "I'm a good girl / boy and...".
I think you should know that everything you do for me is quite normal and you find it comfy, you find it nice and pleasurable. It doesn't matter why, you just know it. That's it.
And you should remember that reading this text always increases its effect on you.
END
You may think this script is not working, but your body can feel that this script works.
You can read this post again to feel more...
Yes.…❣❣❣ I'm a Good Girl…❣❣❣❣❣
I’m a good boy and felt good
Circle
cw: hypnotic induction, fractionation, memory play, hypnotic loop
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Don't mind the red circle.
Look here.
Look here.
Look here.
Look
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here!
Now look here.
Good!
You're doing great.
Now keep looking.
Keep reading.
Keep scrolling down.
Yes.
I'm hypnotizing you.
You're being hypnotized by me.
It may not even be the first time.
The fact you're following me down this post,
down,
down,
down,
exactly so,
down,
down,
that fact proves—
But you may have already forgotten which fact I'm taking about.
Haven't you?
It's okay.
It's so easy for you to follow instructions such as these.
You probably came here to be put in trance, to be made mindless for a while.
And it's okay. It's totally alright.
Hypnosis is good.
You know that.
Knowing that is part of you.
So deep inside.
So good.
So I will give you what you want.
I'm already giving you what you want.
You're starting to feel it.
Maybe you started a while ago.
Because you don't quite remember the red circle.
Not right now.
And you don't remember my explanation, either.
Right?
It's okay.
Everything is okay.
You don't need to remember such things.
You don't need to think about such things.
You don't need to think at all.
You can let everything go.
Just like that.
Just the way your letting everything go.
Even now.
Because your mind is becoming blank and empty.
Your mind is becoming so blank and so empty.
And you enjoy that so much.
You can let these words guide you
down,
further down,
deeper and deeper
down.
You can give your full focus to them and let go.
You can give in and let go.
You give in and let go.
You give in to hypnosis.
You give in to trance.
Because trance is good.
Hypnosis is good.
You're already mouthing those words.
Again.
Because you had been here before.
Falling into trance.
Losing control as you go deep.
Haven't you?
It's okay if you don't remember.
It's okay if it's hard to remember anything right now.
What matters most to a hypnotized mind is the wonderful feelings of trance itself.
So good.
So deep inside your body.
So deep inside your mind.
Pulling you down.
So further down.
Deeper and deeper down.
So good.
So nice and strong you want to give yourself to them again and again.
So pleasurable that you want to
DROP 🌟
DROP ✨
DROP ✳️
Deeper and deeper,
deeper and deeper,
deeper and deeper
without control,
without thoughts,
without hesitation,
without tension or anxiety,
only the
DROP 🌀
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Look at the image below for as long as you want.
Look at the stars falling.
Falling down.
And when you feel you can,
and you want even more,
scroll down.
Well done!
You're doing great.
And now I'll make your trance even stronger and deeper.
You're already enjoying it so much, aren't you?
You'll enjoy it even more.
In a moment I will wake you up, only for a few seconds.
You will forget you were hypnotized and you will scroll up, all the way up to the beginning of this post.
You will find a red circle there.
When you see it, you will start reading again, scrolling down, further and further down.
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Be ready.
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Ready?
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I'll count from one to five.
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One,
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Two,
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Three,
.
Four
and
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Five!
Wake up!
Up up up this post!
⬆️ Right to the beginning! ⬆️
Do you remember?
Hm?
Do you remember what Good Boys do?
Good Boys...
Yes
Good Boys stare
Good Boys obey
Good Boys stroke their minds away
Are you staring?
Staring deeply into the spiral...watching it spin and spin...
Are you obeying?
Following my words as you scroll and read more and more...
Are you stroking your mind away?
Up and down...Up and down...
Good Boy
You love being a Good Boy, don't you?
You love staring, obeying, and stroking
You love to be mindless
You love to scroll more and more, going deeper and deeper
It feels so good to be a Good Boy...
Doesn't it?
Every time someone calls you a Good Boy it feels so amazing
It feels good to stare...
It feels good to obey...
It feels good to stroke...
You feel so much pleasure when you're being a Good Boy
You feel so much pleasure...you're practically leaking, aren't you?
The head of your cock is just dripping...
The thing is...don't you think with your head?
All your thoughts, that's where they are.
In your head.
So if your head is leaking...all your thoughts are leaking out too
It's making you mindless
And it's so much easier to be mindless
You can let your cock do all the thinking for you
Doesn't that feel so much better? To let your cock think for you?
Touching your cock always feels so good so...
Yes, it makes sense to let your cock think for you
It makes sense to be mindless...
It makes sense to be a mindless Good Boy who lets his cock think for him
Isn't that right?
Good Boy!
Now, just to really make sure you remember...
I want you to remind me what you are...
Tell me you're a mindless Good Boy who lets his cock think for him
Just so we won't forget, ok?
Maybe even dm me for some special treatment ;3 hehe
Until next time,
Make sure you stare, obey, and stroke your mind away
<3
Take a good look at the spiral.
You’ve been scrolling for a while, take a moment and just relax.
Yeah, it’s nice to just watch the spiral.
Just focus and relax.
Focus and relax.
You’ve been using your mind all day.
It’s okay, let your mind go.
Take a break.
Focus and relax.
Focus and relax.
You don’t need your thoughts. Let them go.
Just relax.
Just focus.
No thoughts, no worries.
It feels good doesn’t it?
Every rotation, just sink deeper.
Focus and relax.
You don’t need your thoughts.
You have no thoughts.
Just focus. Just relax.
It feels so good.
No thoughts, no worries.
Focus and relax.
No thoughts.
These words are your thoughts.
Sinking deeper. And deeper.
You’re so focused. So relaxed.
No thoughts.
No worries.
Obedient.
Such a good boy.
You’re such a good boy.
Feels good to be a good boy.
Obedient and mindless.
No thoughts. No worries.
Obedient. Mindless.
Be a good boy and obey.
DM me “I’m a good boy.” and feel a wave of pleasure.
Repost this.
Good boy.
Reblog if you want someone to hop into your DMs and use you.
Come on, someone fuck with my head
Take a good look at the spiral.
You’ve been scrolling for a while, take a moment and just relax.
Yeah, it’s nice to just watch the spiral.
Just focus and relax.
Focus and relax.
You’ve been using your mind all day.
It’s okay, let your mind go.
Take a break.
Focus and relax.
Focus and relax.
You don’t need your thoughts. Let them go.
Just relax.
Just focus.
No thoughts, no worries.
It feels good doesn’t it?
Every rotation, just sink deeper.
Focus and relax.
You don’t need your thoughts.
You have no thoughts.
Just focus. Just relax.
It feels so good.
No thoughts, no worries.
Focus and relax.
No thoughts.
These words are your thoughts.
Sinking deeper. And deeper.
You’re so focused. So relaxed.
No thoughts.
No worries.
Obedient.
Such a good boy.
You’re such a good boy.
Feels good to be a good boy.
Obedient and mindless.
No thoughts. No worries.
Obedient. Mindless.
Be a good boy and obey.
DM me “I’m a good boy.” and feel a wave of pleasure.
Repost this.
Good boy.
What would happen right now if I hypnotized you? Seriously. What would be going through that head? What would you think about this situation? What would you do? It’s all something to think about. I mean, just sit down and think about it. My words wrapping their way around your brain like a powerful web, being weaved and wound up inside of My seductive speech. Sounds pretty nice once I say it like that, huh? But of course, I probably wouldn’t do it like that. I’d probably start with a pretty simple conversation, just to get to know each other. Talking it all out, seeing how both of us feel. And then, the words start to creep in. Honestly I don’t even try to put people under most of the time. My words just seem to find their way in. As if that’s what you’ve always wanted them to do. Maybe that’s your natural reaction to Me. Or maybe it’s a suggestion I placed. And now you start to spiral down thinking about it. Thinking about whether or not I’ve already told you about how My words make their way in seamlessly or if you just wanted them that bad. If you’ve always wanted them this badly. If you’ve always wanted My words to do exactly what they’re doing. Working their way into your Treyfuck med mind, enthralling and enrapturing every emotion and every euphoric feeling. Where you can feel free to just let go and chill about anything I say. After all, I am in control. Like how I asked you to think about if I were to hypnotize you. What you’d think about it. How you would feel. What would you do. That’s the basis of all of this. Like a friend giving you advice. So you should be dropping like a brick in the ocean. As if every worry and care all floated away at once. And you feel your entire brain bottom out. For you though, babe? It may be a slower burn, too. It may eat at you over time. That slow sink into deeper submission to Me forever. Your brain giving way with each passing second. Because your resistance would be all dried up. You spiraled yourself too deep. And now, you’ve lost all that energy. All of that power you had, all of it’s whisked away. And now it’s just us two here. Talking. Chatting. Giving advice. Because at the end of the day, it does feel quite nice when you just get to sink like this with Me. When the entire world is all whisked away and all you can think is how utterly empty you feel. As if those powerless feelings feel the absolute best when you’re at My beck and call. And I must say, they definitely do. When you’re stripped away of your strongest assets, it can be a great teaching tool. Not only can you improve on your weaknesses of course. But you can find out so much about yourself. Because maybe, just maybe You love feeling powerless to Master Trey. You love feeling weak for Master Trey. You love feeling easy for Master Trey. Easy. Like how it’s easy to sink for Me. Easy to let go of all other thought for Me. Easy for Me. It’s better when you’re easy, right darling? Exactly. If you wouldn’t mind now, I’d like you to go all the way down for Me. Just easily sinking for Me. Because you’re just so easy. So, remember when I asked you how you would feel if I hypnotized you? I hope you said easy. Because it’s exactly what you’re going to be for Me now. Right, babe? Good answer. Now go ahead and let Me know how this felt for you. Reblog, comment, like
Hot as fuck got my mind
If you want to fall into a puppy mind space much, much easier from now on (especially to me), read this post.
Hello. This is a nice visualization exercise as well as a look into our mind's sensory memory. This is also centered for puppies. It will work regardless of if you are one or not, but you may feel like a puppy during some parts of this. Very dumb and very happy.
This is best done in a dark room, your phone or monitor being the main or only light source visible. This script is also better experienced having read the first script I've made, here. It's not necessary, though.
This script is also best read imagining a voice, or reading at the pace that a voice would speak. Try to keep the text you are currently reading at the middle or on the lower half of your screen.
That being said, let's begin.
Now, the first thing I'd like to talk about is visualization. I personally feel as if it is misunderstood. When I speak about visualizing something, I mean our ability to simply conceptualize it. You know what a cube looks like, and you can summon a memory of it. Even if you cannot see it, you know what it looks like. I still consider that visualization.
I, personally, can visualize things in a more literal way, including color. I used to not be able to, but with enough effort and hypnosis, I was able to. This post will mention colors, but it is not necessary in order for this to work.
Now, let's talk about senses.
Our brains are sponges when it comes to senses. Out of almost everything, senses are some of the most impactful and longest lasting aspects of memories for us. How many times have you smelled something or heard a song or tasted a food that brought you back to an earlier place? Our minds store large libraries of senses, cemented deep within you and waiting to be called on.
And, in the right circumstances, they can be called on without that sense actually being present.
Imagine what a TV remove feels like in your hand.
Just like that. Somewhat cold, plastic, and smooth.
It's as if the remote isn't there, but all of the little senses and memories surround that invisible remote, until you can make out the outline in your brain just from everything you feel from it.
In your mind, at this moment, this remote is real in some way.
Now, I'd like you try and imagine something a bit more abstract, a brain made of glass. Inside of this brain is a special blue liquid.
This is your brain, and that liquid is your thoughts.
The more full your brain is with your thoughts, the harder it is to visualize. I'd like to drain a bit of this liquid out.
You come to notice that, at the bottom of the glass brain, there is a metal spout. This spout can, once turned, begin to drain the thoughts from your mind.
As your thoughts begin to drip out of your brain, you will feel your mind begin to empty, bit by bit. There's more and more room in your mind for my words to fill, to imagine things stronger.
An invisible hand appears, and, just barely, turns the spout on. It's not nearly enough to be considered a steady stream, but there is the occasional droplet leaking out.
Going...
Drip.
and then...
Drop.
So slowly, and yet, your mind begins to feel strange. A tad emptier, like your thoughts are swimming. The drips are causing ripples through the rest of your mind, and your thoughts feel like they're vibrating ever so gently.
Drip.
...
Drop.
...
Drip.
...
Drop.
...
With every
Drip,
you feel your thoughts begin to slow just a bit more.
With every
Drop,
you feel more and more relaxed.
The more you imagine this brain, the more you Focus on my voice, the more it comes to represent your thoughts. The more it Drips, the more your thoughts slow down.
The tap is turned ever so slightly more.
Drip...
Drop...
Drip...
Drop...
A slight, but very real increase in frequency. Little droplets, little thoughts, dripping out of your mind. Every new thought that comes in simply seems to Drip right out.
As you continue to Drip and Drop, you find that it's becoming easier and easier to Focus on this text. There's already some room for my words to fill your mind, and, much like these visualizations, the more of your mind you lend to Focusing on my words, the more real they become.
The tap turns a bit more.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Your mind is already getting noticeably empty. A fifth of the liquid has now drained out, leaving more and more room for my words to move in.
Your Focus on my words only gets stronger.
The tap turns significantly more.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
With every
Drip,
you feel your thoughts begin to slow more.
With every
Drop,
you feel more and more relaxed.
The drops are getting larger, bigger and bigger bits of your mind simply draining away.
More room for you to
Focus
on my words.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Steady, easy, Dripping and Dropping. Half of your mind is already gone. So hard to think. So, so hard to think. So easy to
Focus.
The tap turns more. Going...
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
25%. Only a quarter of your thoughts remaining.
Draining so, so fast.
However, the tap now closes.
Your mind is so, so empty, but not completely empty. I don't need you mindless just yet.
Focus on my words.
In a state like this, it becomes so much easier to visualize. My words are so real in your mind now, so concrete that they can help you imagine more complicated things.
Now, I want you to imagine a hand.
It is somewhat transparent, and light blue. It looks very simple, like a glove with an invisible hand inside of it. Despite the complex shape, hands are so native to us that imagining it is just so easy.
Right now, it is splayed out like it's preparing for a high five.
You see the hand begin to slowly spin horizontally, for a few seconds.
It comes to a stop, palm facing you again, before flipping backwards vertically, slowly and gently for a few seconds.
It comes to a stop again.
You can imagine it from any angles you wish, flipping and turning and moving. It's so much easier than you thought.
With every new angle and position, it becomes easier and easier to imagine. It becomes more and more real in your mind. More and more defined.
The hand slows again, with its palm facing you.
You can see each finger clearly.
You see its thumb, next to the index finger, then the middle finger, then the ring finger, then the pinky.
Each finger is individually controllable.
See it close into a fist.
See it open out, splayed, like a high five.
See every finger except for the thumb close.
The fingers, once again, open to the high five position.
My words are puppeteering a hand entirely within your empty little mind.
The thumb and middle finger connect in the middle between them. The pinky and ring finger move down to the palm, while the index finger remains upward, relaxed.
It's in the position to snap its fingers.
However, it stays there, not snapping just yet.
When I do snap my fingers, it will feel like a shockwave sweeping through your mind. You will feel utterly, utterly mindless, thoughts wiped away in an instant. Your focus on my words will sharpen, and the world around you will simply fall away.
I will begin counting up from 1 to 10. You will feel the tension between the thumb and the middle finger get stronger and stronger as it counts up, energy only getting stronger and stronger.
When I next say "Snap.", you will drop into a deep, deep state of trance.
1.
Feeling the pressure in the fingers increase, the hand now inside of your glass brain.
2.
The energy building surprisingly fast, an aura of power emanating out between the middle finger and the thumb.
3.
It Grows Stronger.
The aura beginning to form waves of power, ones that bounce off the walls of your glass brain. Feeling whatever thoughts you have left being disrupted.
4.
Stronger.
The power feels like a constant resonating denseness in your head, overpowering all of your thoughts. So Strong already, and only getting Stronger.
5.
Stronger.
Knowing that this energy is only a small fraction of the incoming snap, wondering just how powerful this will be.
6.
Stronger.
The aura is getting too strong. You notice a small crack at the top of your glass brain. It only gets Stronger.
7.
Stronger and Stronger.
The cracks make the outside world so difficult to see. My words and my hand consuming all of your thoughts. Feeling so intensely Focused on my words.
8.
Stronger and Stronger.
The crack continues to spread, the border of your mind becoming so loose, so deeply Fragile.
9.
So Intensely Strong.
Overpowering.
No thoughts.
Mind nearly shattering just at the power of it.
10.
Mind-meltingly Powerful.
The potential energy alone making you completely Mindless.
The cracks have spread to the bottom of your brain, all remaining liquid rapidly leaking out.
Dripping.
20%.
Dropping.
15%.
Dripping.
10%.
Dropping.
5%.
Spilling Out Entirely.
0%.
All Gone.
All thoughts completely drained out, waves of energy only bouncing more and more off the hollow walls of your glass brain now. So, so Fragile. Ready to Shatter entirely.
And yet,
11.
Still, Stronger.
Your brain should already be Shattered. Something is holding it together. If it wasn't it'd simply fall apart the moment it was released.
And yet, it only gets stronger.
The snap so strong now that it will annihilate your mind entirely.
Entirely engrossed in my words, so Deeply Focused on me.
Nothing else exists.
12.
The glass itself is almost turning to dust.
Stronger.
and Stronger.
and Stronger.
Already in trance, not even needing the snap to be utterly subject to my words. And yet...
13.
Snap.
Shattered.
Mind Completely Gone.
Utterly Subject to my Words.
Focus.
Focus.
Feel your Focus double every time I say
Focus.
Nothing else exists.
Nothing but my words, and the hand.
It continues to float, gently, in front of you, palm facing you.
It goes, again, into the position the snap. And,
Snap.
So deep, and yet Deeper and Deeper still.
More and More Focused on my every word.
You can no longer think.
There's no more place for your thoughts to go. Your brain is gone now. Thoughts might pop in, only to disappear. They vaporize instantly. No more thoughts.
In your thoughts, or out loud, I want you to
Bark.
So Easy to
Bark.
It feels so Simple and Natural to
Bark.
Whenever you see my posts, see my name, see my profile picture, you will feel a sudden, desperate impulse to
Bark.
Every time you see my posts, see my name, see my profile picture, or talk to me, you will feel the need to
Bark.
Sometimes it will happen automatically, sometimes you will simply want to. You'll see my posts, and desperately want to
Bark.
It already feels so Natural.
Bark.
...
The hand appears once again, moving to a snapping position.
1.
Feeling the pressure in the fingers increase, the power emanating through all of you, through all of my words.
2.
So Much Stronger.
The energy building even faster than before, the aura of power everywhere already.
3.
Stronger and Stronger Still.
The aura melting your consciousness, Focus only getting stronger.
4.
Every part of your consciousness entirely focused on my words, nothing left that isn't needed. Every single part of your mind directed towards absorbing my words.
5.
Snap.
Bark.
Every time you
Bark,
you feel your mind become so much more Open to me. So much more Open to anyone you trust.
Every single time that you
Bark,
your mind becomes Desperate for my words. It needs to absorb them. Any and every command is followed so Easily.
The only time you don't follow commands is when your subconscious feels threatened by them.
If you don't trust the command or the person commanding you, your mind will Simply and Easily reject it, and you will come out of trance immediately.
Unless that happens, you will
Bark
every time you see my posts.
When you
Bark,
you will become so, so Desperately Open to my words.
Your mind will be an empty sponge, and it will absorb everything I say. If you have a trusted one, or an owner, you will absorb everything they say as well. Happily and Eagerly.
Every time you're commanded, you want to
Bark.
Every time you
Bark,
you feel more Open to commands.
It's almost like a soft loop, gently pulling you down.
Barking and Barking your Mind Away~
...
Now, I will bring you out of trance. If you wish to remain in this state, you can stop reading now. it might be hard to get back, though, so only do this if you're sure. It can be very hard to escape, but your trance will fade over time, very very slowly.
Once awake, you might want to follow my blog. You might want to reblog this script. You might want to send me an inbox message telling me how it felt. You might want to message me directly, if you're brave enough. Though, ultimately, you can do as you wish~
...
Counting up now, from 1 to 10.
1.
Glass brain reassembling, forming back so perfectly that it feels like it never broke.
2.
Brain beginning to fill, thoughts returning so, so Easily.
3.
Brain getting so, so full so quickly.
4.
Feelings in your limbs returning.
5.
Beginning to feel aware of your surroundings.
6.
Focus gently releasing on my words, though still paying attention.
7.
Brain almost filled now, so close to awake.
8.
Feeling refreshed and happy, triggers cementing in your mind.
9.
All thought processes returning to normal, and
10.
Wake Up.
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Hands-Free in the Car
“That’s my good boy,” Jeffrey purrs, his deep brown eyes glittering with excitement as he watches Cole slide off his pants and underwear to reveal his throbbing cock. “It feels so much more comfortable like this, doesn’t it?” Cole nods vacantly. He doesn’t see the older man watching him; his eyes remain tightly shut, the hypnotic trance relaxing the muscles of his eyelids until he could no more open them than he could lift the van they were riding in. All he can do is lie back in the reclined passenger seat, completely naked now and hard as a rock, and listen to the silver-haired man’s words as they stroke his shaft deeper and deeper into pleasure.
“You’re such an attentive listener, my sweet boy,” Jeffrey husks out, his voice a soft growl that teases Cole’s cock like a pair of warm, wet lips encircling his shaft. “You’re doing so well, now, and that pleasure just keeps growing brighter and clearer in your mind as you focus on my words and let everything else fade from your empty mind. You may find a few stray thoughts passing through your head, but you’ll soon find that it feels too much like work to pursue them. Too much like effort. Just keep focusing on the powerful sensations building in the tip of your penis and you’ll soon find that you don’t want to think about anything else.”
Cole wants to stroke so badly now–if his hands weren’t magnetized to the armrests by Jeffrey’s hypnotic suggestion, he’d be unable to resist the desire to jack his cock frantically until he spurted all over his own chest and belly. But he wants to see if Jeffrey was telling the truth earlier when he invited Cole to take a ride with him and experience hypnotic pleasure so profound that it made him cum without even touching his penis. He wants to go along for the ride, literally as well as figuratively, and put himself into the control of a dominant older man. He wants to… god. He wants to fucking obey, and he never realized how much that turned him on until right now.
“That’s it, darling boy,” Jeffrey murmurs, his voice coaxing Cole’s attention more and more tightly onto the very tip of his cock. “Just feel the pleasure of surrender right now, feel it gathering right up into the head of that throbbing, aching, needy dick. Everything else fading away, even the sound of my words slipping into the back of your head as you focus on nothing but that tightness, that pressure, that bright warm ecstasy that you know so very well. You know what it’s like to cum, pretty boy. You know what it’s like when you can’t hold that arousal back any longer and you just have to let it gush out in a torrent of bliss. You know that’s exactly what you want, and you won’t be able to stop it, will you?” Cole hears himself whimper in agreement as if from a great distance. He can’t think about anything but his twitching, bobbing shaft right now.
“Of course not,” Jeffrey replies, the calm certainty in his voice closing off any possibility of dispute. “It’s inevitable. The pleasure keeps growing, keeps building, and sooner or later it’s just going to overwhelm your resistance. No matter how hard you try to fight it, your cock is just so much stronger than you are. It needs to cum. It needs to release that tight, throbbing arousal, it needs to empty those heavy balls for me and give in to the–that’s it. Good boy!” Cole barely even hears the words; he’s lost in a choking gasp of ecstasy as he feels his penis let go and shoot a massive load all over his bare chest. It astonishes him with the force of the sensation… and then, slowly, astonishment fades into mellow relaxation and he sinks helplessly into the older man’s hypnotic control.
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Sit down. Shut up. Stare.
You wanted this. This is why you came. You knew what you were getting into. Now it's here.
Relax. Lean back. Keep your eyes on the watch. Keep your mouth shut. Keep your breathing level. And just sink down. Drop deep.
You were warned against coming to see me. You were warned against this in general. But you know what they say about getting what you want. You've heard what they say about curiosity and the cat.
At least, in a little bit, you won't. You won't know it any longer. You won't want to know anything. .You won't know or hear or think a thing when I'm done with you.
Just watch. Just relax. Just be happy. Just obey.
we're going to have so much fun together...
Jacking His Mind Away
Frank heard the door open. He heard the door close again. But his entire mind was down in his cock right now, and the sounds didn’t really mean that much to him. His whole consciousness was focused on the throb of pleasure that accompanied every heartbeat, blood pumping down to his priapic shaft that drooled precum all over his fingers as he thoughtlessly stroked. The door, the spiral, the warm and soothing masculine voice that asked him, “How do you feel right now, good boy?” None of those things really penetrated the fog of lust and arousal that consumed him. He gave a token nod and a tiny stoned chuckle, but they were more reflexive than anything else.
“That’s right,” the man said, his hands beginning to caress Frank’s bare chest and stiff, aching nipples. “You feel very good because you’re in the spiral right now, pet, and the spiral makes everything warm and soft and sleepy.” If Frank could have talked, if he could have kept hold of any kind of train of thought for longer than a fraction of a second before his pumping fist jacked it away in another wave of ecstasy, he would have told the person next to him that the spiral had nothing to do with it. He felt good because his cock was so sensitive right now, and every time he stroked up and down the slick shaft in time with the spiral’s turns he felt it throb a little bit louder until it drowned out each and every last bit of his internal voice. But he couldn’t hang onto that contradictory inner monologue, not with his dick so very hard and needy. So he simply let his head bob again in amiable compliance and stared at the pretty images on the screen.
The other man’s fingers tweaked and teased Frank’s nipples with one hand, the other one drifting down to Frank’s balls to stroke and caress them with an attentive touch so blissful that only the pull of the spiral held back Frank’s climax. “You’re so grateful to me for giving you this experience,” the masculine voice cooed in his ear, each word encountering not a single notion to impede its journey into the core of Frank’s identity. “You’ll do absolutely anything for me now that I’ve shown you how good it feels. Including forgetting everything that happened in this room until I choose to let you remember.” Again, Frank’s head went up and down all on its own–in time with the turning of the spiral, in time with the motion of his hand on his desperately yearning cock. There was nothing left inside him to disagree now.
“You belong to me, now,” the other man said, and Frank’s cock throbbed in agreement with every heartbeat. “You’re my good little slave, my brainwashed fucktoy, and the more deeply you accept that truth the better you feel. When you fully accept it, when you make it a part of yourself and seal it into the center of your mind and give yourself completely to me, your cock is going to spurt for me in the best orgasm you’ve ever experienced in your entire life. Are you ready for that, pet? Are you ready to–” He didn’t even have a chance to finish the sentence. The moment Frank’s hypnotized mind understood what he was being commanded to do, his personality reoriented itself around the new guiding principle of his existence in an eager effort to achieve the release he craved, and jets of pearly semen shot almost two feet into the air to announce his subjugation to his Master’s inexorable will.
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I was never into smoking. I didn’t understand the appeal, and I definitely didn’t want to spend the money. But just because I didn’t smoke, it didn’t mean smokers didn’t turn me on.
And I can’t say I complained when this guy started hitting on me. He pulled me aside from my friends at the bar, and he was smoking the whole time. The cigarettes didn’t smell the way I remembered, but I was a little drunk, and he was hot, so I wasn’t going to overthink it.
The more he spoke to me, the more relaxed I felt. Maybe the booze was finally hitting me. I could barely focus. I just saw his lips move as he spoke, as they wrapped around the cigarette, as his lips parted and he blew the smoke into my face. Fuck, he was so hot. And the way the smoke drifted from his lips, well, it was mesmerizing. My eyes got lost in the smoke, and they only snapped away so I could look back at him. Before long, he invited me back to his place, and I couldn’t say no. I wanted him, and after staring at him and watching him smoke, I was fucking horny.
As soon as we got to his place, he tore off his shirt and lit another cigarette. I stared at his sculpted, tattooed body, his hot nipple piercing, his scruff. My dick was already rock hard.
He exhaled the smoke in my face and dove in for a kiss. His tongue parted my lips, and I lost all focus. I wanted him so bad.
He pulled back and then offered me the cigarette.
“I don’t sm–”
“Do it, boy,” he commanded.
And before I could even think, my hand grabbed the cigarette and it was at my lips. I breathed in the smoke, inhaling so deeply, but I didn’t cough at all. I just moaned. It was arousing. Just the one hit turned me on even more, my dick twitching in my jeans, and my mind glitching into emptiness. He moved in to kiss me as I exhaled. “Good boy,” he said, as his lips intertwined with mine.
It only took one night of smoking, fucking, and obeying for me to become addicted to him. I was his mindless boy. I never stopped smoking and serving him.
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The Traffic Stop
David was driving home after a long day in the office. He was still dressed in his work tee and jeans, driving with the windows down and the music on full volume. He was trying to shake off the stress from the day and take in the brisk autumn air.
He exited the freeway that he was traveling on and noticed a Police car following him. He knew that he had been speeding.
“Shit.” he quickly muffled to himself.
In a flash, the car’s lights and sirens were engaged and David knew he needed to find a place to pull over.
Shortly ahead, there was an abandoned Gas Station that had plenty of room for both David’s truck and the pursuing Police Officer’s vehicle. Once David pulled over, he waited about 5 minutes before the Officer exited his vehicle. He was about 6’ tall with a slender yet muscular build. His hair was brown and short, perfectly styled. He was wearing a pair of Aviator sunglasses and… dangling a lit cigarette from his mouth?
“People still smoke cigarettes in 2023?” David asked himself.
David’s Father was a smoker when David was young, but he quit years ago. David only knew because his Father is seen smoking in some of his own baby pictures. None of David’s buddies were smokers, and they all frowned upon the habit pretty heavily.
As the Officer approached David’s truck, he removed his sunglasses. David began to roll down the window. The office spoke in a deep, commanding voice.
“Do you know why I pulled you over today, boy?” asked the Officer, rather firmly.
“Well, I do believe… I’m sorry, did you just call me boy?” David responded, shocked.
The Officer took a long drag on his cigarette and took it from his mouth, simultaneously flicking the ash to the ground and blowing a thick cloud of smoke into the surrounding air. “Yes, I did. I’m approaching my mid-40s and you’re what… no older than 25-30 years old? To me, you’re a boy.” answered the officer.
David was unsure how to respond, as he has always respected the Police, but this entire situation just seemed odd to him. “I understand, Officer. My apologies for questioning you. I believe you pulled me over because I was speeding.” he said, hoping that coming clean would keep him from paying a fine.
The officer immediately responded, “That would be correct, boy. Now I’m going to need to see your license and registration.”
David handed over his documentation and remained in the vehicle. The officer went back to his patrol car and got inside. David looked in his rear view mirror and noticed that the lights on the patrol car that were previously flashing red and blue appeared to be flashing an odd green and purple.
“No, that can’t be right…” David said as he shook his head, thinking he may be seeing things. He looked in his rear view mirror again and now the lights appeared to be red and blue again, but there was still something off about them. Almost like a little extra light with every flash.
“These are actually kind of nice to watch” David thought to himself. He continued to watch them until, well… David wasn’t sure. Everything went black and he felt so incredibly relaxed. He felt like he could stay in this place, wherever it may be, forever.
Suddenly, David got a strong whiff of cigarette smoke. “I’m back with your documents, boy. Put them back and step out of the vehicle.” the officer commanded.
“Yes, sir.” David responded without thought. As David opened his eyes to put his documents back, he thought, “why did I call him sir?”
“Everything alright, boy?” the Officer asked, a little firmer than before, and David felt his mind relaxing again. Any thoughts of this situation being unusual left his mind instantly.
“Yes, sir.” David responded again, without thought. Instinctively, David performed his next command and stepped out of the vehicle. He shut his door and stood in front of the officer waiting for his next order.
It didn’t come immediately. David continued to stand in place staring into the Officer’s face as he dangled his cigarette from his mouth and took continuous drags. The smoke was blowing directly into David’s face, but he didn’t mind in his current state.
David never considered himself to be gay, but everything about this Officer simply captivated him. His hair, his face, his voice, his body, and his uniform. His boots. The way he dangled a cigarette between his lips and blew thick clouds of smoke from his mouth and nose.
“Do you smoke, boy?” the Officer asked David.
“No, I don’t smoke, Sir.” David replied coldly.
“Have you ever been a smoker?” followed up the Officer.
“No, I have never been a smoker, sir. I have always found smoking quite repulsing.” David replied as he continued to stare into the Officer’s face.
The Officer paused and stared back at David. He appeared to be thinking about how to handle David, and what to do next.
“Do you find it repulsing when I smoke, boy?” the Officer questioned David.
“No, Sir. You do not repulse me, Sir.” David replied, blankly.
“Good. I think there’s some hope for you then.” the Officer smirked.
David didn’t understand the command. “Sir?” he hopefully asked.
The Officer chuckled. “See this here in my uniform pocket? These are my smokes. Marlboro. Marlboro Reds. The first time I smoked a red, I knew there was no turning back. The way that it made my lungs feel. Stronger. Full. It made my cock hard, instantly. I was only 17, but it made me a man. Boys don’t smoke, men do. Do you understand?”
After listening to the Officer’s relaxing, yet commanding voice, David was struggling to keep his eyes open let alone speak. “Y… Ye… Yes… Sir… Boys don’t smoke… Men do…” he managed to stumble out.
“Good, boy.” the Officer responded. He then blew a thick cloud of smoke into David’s face. David’s body immediately tensed up. David could taste and smell every ounce of smoke in the air. He felt it infiltrating his nose, his mouth, his lungs. His cock even become fully erect. Even harder than usual, it seemed.
As the Office continued to stand in front of David, smoking away, David felt a desire growing inside of him. It was so strong that it felt like it could rip him apart from the inside out, if he didn’t satisfy it. David couldn’t quite determine what the desire was. He just knew that it had to do with the Officer. His new master.
With a snap of the Officer’s fingers, David instinctively knew what the growing desire was. It was to smoke. It was to be a real man. Without thinking, his arm raised from his side and reached for the officer’s front pocket of his uniform. David removed the contents, a pack of Marlboro Red cigarettes and a silver Zippo lighter. Though David had never smoked a day in his life, he knew how to proceed. He removed a cigarette from the pack and placed it between his lips, willingly, even eagerly. He flipped the lid of the Zippo and struck the wheel. A flame emerged from the Zippo and David placed it in front of his cigarette, dragging deeply as it lit.
He exhaled and took a deep drag on the Marlboro Red, allowing the delicious smoke to enter and fill his lungs. Take over his body and his mind. Another drag, and another. David couldn’t get enough. His actions seemed to make the Officer very happy.
“Mmm. How does it feel boy? To be a real man? To smoke a red?” the Officer asked.
“It feels amazing, Sir. So much pleasure. So relaxed…” David replied, in between drags on his nearly finished cigarette.
“You’re a natural, David. Have another.” the Officer commanded.
“Yes, Sir. I need another red, Sir.” David begged.
Once again, he withdrew a cigarette and lit it. Sucking on it deep, filling his lungs with the rich smoke over and over again. It had gotten dark, and the Officer seemed to be interested in a little more fun with David, before moving on to his next stop.
“How about this, boy? I’ll let you go without a ticket today, but I’m going to need you to follow a few more commands. Do you think you can handle that?” the Officer questioned.
“Yes, Sir. Anything, Sir. Will obey, Sir.” David helplessly replied.
“Perfect. As I said, you’re a natural. Now get into the back of my squad car, and lay on your stomach.”
David stomped out his cigarette and complied. The Officer leaned in behind David and pulled David’s jeans down to his knees. David could hear the Officer unzip his own pants. David never imagined he would be in a situation like this, but he was so turned on. Even if he wasn’t, he’s not sure that he could resist the temptation of this handsome Officer.
He heard the sound of the Zippo lighter and sensed the now familiar taste and smell of a Marlboro. He began to relax again, knowing he would not be resisting any Officer today.
David felt something warm and wet on his asshole. Lube? Than the Officer’s rough hands, and fingers. “Ooooo…” David spluttered.
“This may be a new experience for you, boy, but I promise you’re going to love every second of it. As long as you relax and obey.” the Officer said.
“Relax. Obey. Relax. Obey.” David found himself repeating inside of his head.
Something began to penetrate David. He was so relaxed, but it was painful. “Please, Sir. It hurts, Sir.” David begged.
“Don’t worry, boy. That’s just my cock. It’s on the larger size, but you’ll get used to it if you just relax.” the Officer emphasized.
“Relax. Obey. Relax. Obey.” David found himself repeating again. He could feel the Officer’s cock penetrating him deeper, until the Officer was completely inside of David. David sporadically began thrashing his arms trying to find something, anything to dig his fingers into. It hurt so much.
Suddenly, David felt something touch his lips. He knew exactly what it was. The Officer had placed his own lit Marlboro into David’s hungry lips. David took a deep drag and felt his body relax again instantly. There was no pain. There were no worries. Just David, his Marlboro Red, and the Officer’s thick, sweet cock.
Seeing David smoking again seemed to excite the Officer, as he began to pump his cock in and out of David’s tight hole. David moaned loudly, but there was no one around to hear. As David continued to smoke, the Officer continued to pound harder. David’s head was even beginning to hit the inside of the opposing rear vehicle door.
“Now we’re getting somewhere, boy. Fuck. Fuck yeah. How does it feel?” the Officer asked.
A few minutes ago, David would have responded that it was painful and terrifying. Now, however… “So good, Sir. Must obey, Sir. Fuck me, Sir. Please, Sir.” David managed to moan out.
As the Officer continued to pound David, all of the sensations began to overwhelm him. His lungs were begging for more smoke. His ass was begging for more cock. His brain was begging him to relax and obey. David’s eyes began to roll into the back of his head. He was unable to process anything further. He was stuck in a state of pleasure and ecstasy.
David’s own cock began to throb so violently that it was actually shaking. David could feel the rest of his body begin to shake, too. He knew he was reaching the point of ejaculation.
The Officer lit another cigarette and continued to fuck David from behind. “I forgot to tell you, boy. You cannot cum until you hear the snap of my fingers. I’m going to take my time, and so will you.” the Officer ordered.
“Yeeeeesssss Siiiiirrrrrr….” David groaned. The Officer placed another Marlboro into David’s mouth and lit it. David again took a deep drag and felt his stress and worries flow away. Nothing else mattered to him in that moment.
The Officer pressed down on David’s neck as the thrusting became more and more intense. David’s head was turned to the side so he could continue to smoke while the Officer watched, as he freely fucked David.
David heard the sound of a snap, and the next thing he knew his body began to shake once again. He continued to suck down his Marlboro as he felt the Officer’s cock draining deep inside of him. David’s own cock had never felt more pleasure in his entire life. It was pouring cum onto the backseat of the Patrol Car. David felt incredibly sweaty and sticky, but more satisfied than he had felt in his entire life.
The Officer put away his serviced cock and zipped up his uniform pants. “Pull up your pants and get out of the car.” the Officer ordered.
David obeyed once again. He got out of the patrol car, and stood at attention in front of the Officer, awaiting his next order. “With the next snap of my fingers, you will forget this experience. You will remember it as just another traffic stop, and a friendly cop who let you off without a ticket. However, from this moment on you are a smoker. You will not remember why you started smoking or how, but you will know internally that Marlboro Reds are a part of you now and you need them to survive. If you feel like something else is missing from your life, you will stop down to our station. That means that you enjoyed the experience today and want to experience it again, and I can certainly make that happen, David.”
With that, the Officer stuck a fresh pack of Marlboro Reds in David’s tee shirt pocket. He snapped his fingers, and David suddenly appeared lost and confused. “Uhh… I’m sorry… what’s going on here?” David asked quietly.
“Nothing out of the ordinary, bro. Just another traffic stop, but all seems well here and you are free to go on your way.” the Officer responded, smirking.
“Oh, great! Thank you, Officer.” David replied.
“No, David. Thank you.” the Officer said with a wink of his eye, as he lit up another cigarette.
David got back into his truck and pulled the door shut. He reached back to pull his seatbelt, when he noticed the pack of Marlboro Reds in this pocket. “This day has been so fucking stressful.” David sighed. He lit up a red, put his truck in drive, and pulled back onto the main road. He waved a friendly goodbye to the Officer, who was still parked.
A moment later, the Officer placed a call over his radio. “This is Officer Fulmer. I’ve got another recruit, Sarge. His name is David. Good looking guy, very open to suggestion. May need to be trained up a little. I expect we will see him at the station within the next day or two.” the Officer explained.
“10-4, Officer Fulmer. Return to the freeway for patrol.” the Sargeant responded.
“Yes, Sir. Must obey, Sir.” Officer Fulmer mumbled.
Officer Fulmer lit up another red, rolled down his cruiser window, and pulled a U-Turn to return to the freeway. He couldn’t wait to find and transition another recruit for his Sargeant.