so I hooked up with a friend yesterday and accidentally hypnotized her lol. she was already so cute and spacy and I just kept talking to her and she just kept getting emptier and emptier. apparently I'm really good at this hehe
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so I hooked up with a friend yesterday and accidentally hypnotized her lol. she was already so cute and spacy and I just kept talking to her and she just kept getting emptier and emptier. apparently I'm really good at this hehe
sorry my pussy clenched when u said u owned me it will happen again
i need someone to tie me up and overstimulate me,, i can't do it myself i always lose the drive or get too sensitive. i need to be broken in so i just need to keep cumming no matter how painful it gets
why is it so hot. why is it so hot. I am being punished.
I'm having my first 24/7 dom/sub relationship with the entirety of the fucking sun
Device Conditioning and Conditioning Technique Thoughts (Story concept at the end)
Background:
So my partner was working on training some family dogs a while ago and discovered in some official shock collar training tutorials that they are not intended to hurt the animal by default. Which to many may seem obvious but is also a bit of a shock to others, because of TV fiction.
Like a clicker, the collar delivers a sensory stimuli for the subject. From there, whatever sequence of conditioned responses tied to that stimuli kick in. Super simple and easy. The shock can increase in power because of reasons like, the dog can't feel it through the fur or gets super riled up and needs something stronger to remind them to stay inside a fence.
Related though seemingly tangential, you're not supposed to just repeat or get louder with commands. Because, if they didn't execute the command properly or at all then chances are: they don't care, they haven't learned it enough, or they are slow to processing it (in which case, give them a minute, prompt them again, etc)
Apply this same logic to shock collars. Turning up the juice doesn't do anything other than make it more unpleasant.
"But Bast, isn't the whole point to deter them from xyz using the shock collar?" Simple answer, "Not like that."
I remember hearing stories of dogs who had shock collars connected to a proximity fence repeatedly getting close enough to trigger the shock until the battery died and then running wild. The dog understood "approaching this area is pain" but not that their owner wanted them to stay inside the area. You have to teach them to return to the designated area in tandem with the collar to condition them. So that when the feel the shock, they return as if you had called them. And the shock doesn't have to be painful, just noticeable.
The idea:
Because the shock does not have to be painful and is in fact graded in intensity, in the same way you can condition a clicker response with one *click* versus two *click click*, you can condition varying responses with one *shock*, two, a stronger one, etc.
This reminded me of those remote vibrators. You can use them the exact same way. You can make differentiable buzzes, patterns, or intensities to get a desired response.
You can have someone wear a shock collar and a vibe. Because a person can understand human speech, you can make training exercises long distance or discrete in public by giving them an earbud to condition your command or desired reaction to the buzz or shock.
Jumping off this basic concept, cults. or drone or good old pet play. You can suit a person out with a variety of devices and train in more complex conditioned responses. I am not a regular fantasy writer, but I have mutuals who are 👀👀👀
Additionally, you could have a lot of fun breaking someone down using this. For those interested in being the trainee, imagine you agree to this on a casual level. You like the vibe and have done it, its embarrassing its hot its erotic etc. You now agree to try the shock collar for fun. Maybe you love the pain or maybe its the roleplay of it all. Maybe, your handler has conditioned specific actions. You don't wear it outside your home for agreed upon reasons, it is too bulky to be covert. Your handler's first test conditioning is simple, with one distinct shock, you go to their side from wherever you are standing. It started with just being in the same room or visible to them but one day you're in the kitchen while your handler is in the bathroom and you feel a shock. Turns out they ran out of toilet paper which is mundane but you might realize that your body turned and your feet moved before you consciously processed what just happened. Months have gone by and more experimenting, reinforcing, mundane and erotic scenes have been played out and you are totally comfortable wearing the collar around the house. You feel the single shock and enter the room where your partner was seated smiling. You smile back and get a *click* as a treat making you feel even better. They have you strip and present, put the vibrator inside and a low buzz warms you up even more and leads you into a half lidded, docile headspace. Your handler's words are clear but they wash over you now, you nod to show you understand, but honestly you have forgotten what true intellectual understanding means past basic pattern recognition.
So when the vibrator starts buzzing more, in waves cresting deep inside of you. They are washing away everything outside of what your handler wants from you. You don't need to be concerned about the whole wide world, your handler is your world. You don't want to be distracted and miss something they say. You don't need to be anything but docile for them. So it all washes away. It moves into rolling hills, like your walks and drives together, long and pleasant with slow inclines and slopes back down give you a rush of need and desire. Your handler gives you a command, you execute it perfectly, and the rewarding clicks melt you deeper into the perfect pet. Now it builds up to sheer cliffs before dropping back down to the waves below. But you can't go over the edge, you have been conditioned not to. You tried, once or twice, but the drop is just so high and you need the authoritative push from them.
Your handler's voice calls your attention back to him. Something about getting him something from a room across the house. You get up to obey but as you near the door you feel a single shock and you find yourself standing in front of your handler, empty handed, confused.
You go again, and return without taking one step outside the room. Your head is far too fuzzy to comprehend whats happening. You look at him but he is only holding the clicker and not the shock remote, which is on the table next to him. You look at the remote, the door, his hands, and the door again. Why would he tell you to go get something and call you back before hand?
Maybe you would be too far gone, maybe it would dawn on you, maybe your handler spells in out for you in articulate words you don't understand. You are trapped in there, stuck, until he removes the proximity fence.
This could be set up near every exit of the house so you would never leave. He can change the height so you never walk on two legs again while you're inside. There are hundreds of possibilities.
Your handler can always keep you close, teach and condition you more. Make you into exactly what they want. And that makes you so unbelievable horny doesn't it?
reblog to grope prev without their consent
Genuine praise:
“Look at you, being so good for me, I’m so proud of you”
Sarcastic praise:
*Condescending* “I know baby, look at you trying so hard… there you go… show me that you can do it…”
Contrasting praise:
“Awwh, you look so pathetic right now. I love how eager you are for me...”
touchstarved and horny in the way that can only be fixed by being pinned underneath a werewolf as it forces its knot into my hole as I cum on its cock over and over again. and then snuggles while we're tied together.
complimenting me while he's railing me and he asks me to repeat it back to him >>>
"You're such a good boy. say it back."
oh my goddddd mmmmphhhh
“Youre such a good boy arent you? Arent you? Awww tell me that youre a good boy” while they tighten their grip on your neck uhghghhhhhh
thinking about being used by a bunch of guys and barely being able to comprehend it because they get me high or drunk...
a friend invites me over for a little party, and suddenly i'm surrounded by a bunch of guys i don't know. it's okay though, a couple of drinks and i'll be much more social.
at some point somebody hands me a joint and i don't even notice i'm the only one drinking and smoking. my head is all nice and fuzzy, and i barely even register that my friend has put a collar and a leash on me. i ask him what he's doing, slurring my words, barely able to speak, and he just shushes me, pulling the leash so my face is in his crotch. before i know it i'm chocking on his cock, and he's telling all his friends how good i am.
they take my clothes off, bending me over, manhandling me, pulling on my leash. i'm passed around like the toy i am, my pussy and mouth being filled by cum, and i can't even protest because i'm just so high.
yeah anyway i think that'd be fun
“Oh, honey, look at you, you were so smart twenty minutes ago.” Your hypnotist said, gently cupping your cheek with a hand. “Now look at you. So stupid…” Your hand was moving, out of your control. They laughed at you. “It’s okay, you look good like this.”
Their laughter made everything feel so hazy. Like your thoughts were treacle. You didn’t want to think. You couldn’t think. “All that IQ, all those thoughts, and ideas, drained down between your legs. Keep touching yourself for me.” Like you could stop, even if you wanted to.
They leant down, closer to you. Their scent filled your nostrils, making your brain even foggier. “Touch yourself stupid. That’s a good toy. I want you braindead. Hey, what’s two plus two?”
Your brain was stalling. There was an answer there but… “F-f-”
The word wouldn’t leave your lips. Your hypnotist laughed again. “Oh, f-f-” They were mocking you, and it just turned you on more. “Come on toy, you can answer that. Surely you haven’t got that stupid, have you?”
“Fuck…” You finally said. Was that the answer? You didn’t know.
They were laughing harder now. “Awh, I guess you have got that stupid.” Their hand moved to your head, tousling your hair, as they stood back up. “Well, let’s see what else you’ve forgotten. Where do you live?”
There was only one word in your brain. “Fuck.”
You didn’t know if that was the only thing you could say. Or if it was just all that was on your mind, as your hand kept moving. “Good! And what’s your name?” They asked.
You tried to resist saying it. “F-mmmnh-fuck!” But by now, your mouth was beyond your control.
“That’s right, fuck.” They leant down again, close to you. “That’s your name. You just told me. So why wouldn’t it be? Such a good toy. So brainless. Keep touching. Keep sinking. I want to see how long it takes before you actually damage your brain!”
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The girl in the collar hummed happily as her owner came down her throat. That meant she’d been useful, been good, and that made her even happier then she had been before, and thanks to him she was almost always happy now.
Slurping, head bobbing, she eagerly swallowed it all and then went to work cleaning his cock, just like how she knew she was supposed to: licks and slurps and happy little mumblings. And it was while she was doing this that something caught her attention.
Her owner was watching television. He often did this with her by his feet. It was how he liked to relax, he said. Sometimes she just knelt, awaiting a command, and sometimes she was obeying a command. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t her choice. This time obviously she was obeying a command, and it was thanks to her position between his legs that she could just about see the screen, off to the side.
Normally none of what she saw there made much sense to her and normally it didn’t matter because it wasn’t for her, but something about this caught her attention, which confused her a little bit. It was confusing because she didn’t know why it would have caught her attention. Just something from the corner of her eye had made her look. Then it happened again and, since she was watching properly (mostly properly) she saw why: there was a girl on the screen she recognised.
Or thought she recognised, at least. Something about her was familiar.
Whatever was on the screen was showing clips of this girl, in a costume, flying around a bit, or standing and looking strong and confident. It looked very strange to her, and it didn’t help her understand what about the girl was nagging so much at her.
The chyron running beneath it all read:
“Whatever happened to Justice Girl?”
“Master, do I know her? She feels like… someone…” she said, brow furrowed. Thinking was hard, and remembering was basically like thinking - her owner did both of those for her, which was why she was asking him. She hoped he would make the thinking stop. Her head was starting to throb.
“No,” he said, idly, tapping her on the head to keep her going. She managed one lick before the screen (and the throbbing in her head) distracted her. Such a ditz.
“But she seems familiar…”
Reaching down, her owner put a finger on her chin and tipped her head so she was looking up at him and not at the screen. She didn’t resist. She couldn’t. The moment his eyes met hers the whole world shrank down. There was nothing else. Only him.
“You don’t know her.”
His words filled her head. The throbbing stopped. It was the truth.
“I don’t know her,” she said, dreamily, dumb smile on her face. It was so much easier knowing what she was supposed to think, and so obvious now. Of course she didn’t know her. Master said, and so she didn’t.
“You were always my toy.”
“I was always your toy…”
“You were always my pet.”
“I was always your pet…”
“You were never anything else.”
“I was never anything else…”
Putting a hand on top of her head, he turned it so she was facing the television again. She stared, eyes empty, her face blank, a big dumb smile spread across it. She saw the girl on the screen, the girl who was totally and utterly identical to her, and she felt nothing. Just a stranger.
“Do you know her?” He asked.
“I don’t know her,” she sighed happily. It was the truth.
Her owner smiled and sat back again. It was a lot easier doing that, now.
“Good girl. You can touch yourself.”
Squealing with glee and babbling thanks she very quickly shuffled back on the floor so he would have a better view, spread her legs, and started doing just that, panting and moaning and being totally open and on display for him the way she’d been trained to be, the only way she could even think of being.
On the screen, the news moved onto something else.
Might radically alter oomf's life
hurts so good x
they should invent weed that makes your tits bigger and it should be free.
that makes your tits bigger and slowly stops wearing off the clouded thoughts, so you just become a big titted, slow witted bimbo <3
You should masturbate with your face down and your ass up so I can make fun of how wet your cunt is.