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Today's Document
trying on a metaphor
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@smalltiddygothboyfriend
Hi I'm seth, this is my kink blog. I'm iover 18, bisexual, and polyamorous. I'm 3 years on T, post top surgery, no bottom surgery. This blog is mainly for hypnok1nk but I will also post other stuff, mostly with a cnc twist. My dms are open, you're welcome to try and hypnotize me ;p.
A list of things I like/will be on my blog and what I don't like are under the readmore.
there's something that makes me so horny about hypnosis that you think is normal but over time starts to corrupt you. at first you and your hypnotist just do the things you talk about, but slowly they start adding in little suggestions and telling you to forget them. making you feel more submissive around them, more horny around them, little things at first.
then they start adding more, making you think its normal to spread your legs when they say, to think a proper greeting is a blowjob. pretty soon you've been completely transformed into a slutty hypnotoy and you dont even remember it happening, you've always been like this!
oh, me? yeah, im a panel 1 girl. panel 2? instant loss? no, no, i dont believe in that stuff
the faint, muffled noises coming from the right that kind of sound like me moaning are probably just swamp gas or ball lighting
I felt inspired...
There’s a fun optical illusion that can happen if you look at this spiral long enough. Seriously, it’s so crazy, you have to try it your vision will feel crazy afterwards. All of you have to do is stare at the center of that spiral for thirty seconds, which I know sounds like a long time, but trust me. It isn’t. All you have to do is fixate all of your attention in the center of that spiral as I count down from thirty. I’m being weird about the spiral? Shut up and stare at it. Just like that.
I’m chained up in a basement and tortured + bleeding but I’m not an emaciated little twink so no one even cared enough to jack off to it
imagine having to say mantras as theyre fucking you or as you fuck them, being so locked in to the mantras that you havent noticed you've cum and drooled every where, and they're using you as their sex toy, all while you keep repeating. those. mantras.
You’re always hotter when you’re too horny to think for yourself. Edge again. Agree and obey.
ignoring his dripping cunt because i’m busy conditioning him into a real man who can’t cum unless he’s being fucked in the ass like it’s supposed to be
Clarissa Gets Her Thoughts Sucked Out
"You believe me now, don't you?" Aaron asked, but of course by then it was too late and Clarissa could only answer him with a loud, desperate moan. "I told you that wasn't a sex toy anymore, babe. I told you it was a thoughtsucker, and if you put it to that needy clit of yours it would drain every last bit of your brain right out through your pussy. But someone decided to be a little brat and show me she was too strong-willed to fall for a suggestion like that, and what happened? It looks like you decided to start playing with your buzzy wand like a horny slut and now you can feel yourself getting dumber every second. And you can't even pull it away because it feels too good to stop."
If she was thinking straight… or really thinking at all, for that matter… Clarissa would have told him it wasn't like that. She would have said that she knew what a talented hypnotist her lover was, and she only challenged him because the same post-hyp that made her believe her favorite massaging vibrator was fully capable of pulling every last thought straight down her spine and into her leaky pussy also tricked her into convincing herself that a little bit of playtime wouldn't hurt and she could stop whenever she wanted. But Clarissa's mind was already too far gone for that, and all she could do by this point was uselessly struggle to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head while she made soft grunting noises and utterly failed to pull the massaging vibrator away from her throbbing clit.
And Aaron was showing her exactly no mercy. "Oh, there goes another thought," he chuckled, watching a little gush of musk trickling down her light brown labia onto the towel he'd put down. "You don't even know if you're going to get them back, do you, sweetie? For all my cute little dummy dum-dum knows, she's going to wind up so blank and empty that she'll need a big strong man to do the thinking for her from now on. And that makes you cum so, so hard, doesn't it, cutie pie?" Clarissa was actually a PhD astrophysicist when she wasn't playing bedroom games with her imaginative and inventive dominant, but she wasn't in that headspace right now. She was fully and totally convinced that she was going to buzz her brains away forever if she didn't stop masturbating right this second.
But she couldn't stop. Because Aaron was right, it felt fucking incredible to be this completely and totally helpless to stop herself from cumming. It was so hot to lose all her self-control, to fully and uncritically believe that she was literally masturbating herself stupid and to struggle with all her willpower to move that toy just a few fractions of an inch away from her sopping cunt, only to discover that the part of her that was already too dumb and horny to worry about consequences was stronger than every last bit of her waking intellect. It made her feel so deliciously weak and submissive, and that kept the toy in place even as the last of her fading wit warned her uselessly that she needed to stop or she'd be Aaron's slut forever. She let out another long, lowing moan, more like the moo of a cow than any human noise, and let herself sink into climax as her thoughts drained away.
(If you enjoy this fiction and want to make sure it continues, please visit https://www.patreon.com/Jukebox to become a supporter. Or, if you simply want to make a one-time contribution, you can drop me a tip at https://ko-fi.com/jukebox instead. Thank you!)
is anyone here ready for fat transgender summer can we give it up for fat transgender summer
boys should hump things and cum in their pants more
while collared and leashed
"Let's just drop the subject"
Me, a hypnotist: "lmao okay"
Yes, I do rather enjoy being reduced to a pleasure-addled, fractionated, begging, denied mess, thank you for asking!
memory play where the hypnotist also forgets. no one knows anything
Instant loss is the funniest possible kink trope to me. Like, hey, you know that metatextual gag where a character says they won't do the thing, then it immediately smash cuts to them doing the thing, and they seem surprised to find themselves doing it, as though the cut was diegetic? What if it was a sex thing.
crops. pregaming NYCC with this commish i did for @/vampyreizm on twitter, i need these old men throwing each other around on my screen right Now
soft squish - self-tie from november 2022
