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19 || He/Him 🏳️‍⚧️ || MDNI (18+ ONLY)

[jukeboxemcsa]

Misty Displays Her… Independence

"S-so, um, what I, what I was saying is, ummm…." Misty's gaze returned to the dildo suction-cupped to the floor in front of Cara's chair, her train of thought momentarily deserting her as she watched it wobble gently in place from its residual momentum. Cara didn't say a word, she just sat back down as though she hadn't just leapt up from her seat and smacked the sex toy to the faux-wood paneling, leaving Misty to struggle with a compulsion she only now realized she had. Which finally reminded her of what she was trying to say, which left her fumbling to sound assertive and confident as she mumbled, "I, um, I don't think the hypnosis is really affecting me all that much."

Cara didn't say a word, just stared at her with eyes that could be politely described as 'skeptical', and it was left to Misty to justify herself. "No, I mean it!" she exclaimed, hoping she sounded forceful and not pathetically petulant in her denial. "I mean, I'm not saying I haven't enjoyed it, and, um, I mean, if you want to play around like that again, I--" Misty broke off, suddenly aware that she was coming perilously close to outright begging Cara to toy with her mind again. "I mean, I'd be fine with that," she corrected herself carefully. "But you've been acting like you've got some kind of sinister hold on my mind, and that's just not true."

Misty was loosely aware that her hands were trying to do something while she talked, and she clasped them firmly behind her back to keep them out of temptation as she continued her speech. "I mean, I, I'm a smart woman with a very strong will," she said, even as Cara stared at her with a knowing gleam in her hazel eyes that left Misty uncertain of whether she should be meeting her with a challenging gaze of her own or trying very hard to avoid looking directly into that hypnotic glare. "I think if I, if I was, like, succumbing to some kind of… of programming, or conditioning or brainwashing or… um… all that. Um. I'd know." The dildo kept attracting Misty's attention, but she remained determined to ignore it.

That got easier once it left her field of vision, and Misty was genuinely relieved she didn't have to look at it anymore even though it seemed like the reason she wasn't seeing it was that she was now standing directly over it instead. It was about then that she noticed that her hands had come unclasped at some point, and they were pulling her panties over to the side so she could squat down onto the sex toy unencumbered by the skirt she swore she'd been wearing just a few moments ago, but she was able to put it all out of her mind and continue her explanation. "I'm just too strong to give in to h-hypnosis," she sighed, feeling a sensation of overwhelming delight as she asserted herself. "Only a dumb, helpless slut would surrender her mind that easily."

Misty felt a little safer about what her hands were doing once she knew they were flat on the floor behind her, even though she wasn't entirely sure why her hips kept rising and falling, but by then she felt so good about herself and what she was saying that she didn't need to worry about anything anymore. "I mean, do… do I look like a dumb helpless slut to you?" she asked, already fully certain of the answer, and her eyes rolled back in her head as the first climax hit. Her tits bounced freely with every thrust, fully on display for her Mistress, and it was with a sigh of profound relief that she let her tongue loll out in ahegao bliss and stopped trying to think entirely.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Jessie Comes to Heel

Jessie felt the collar before she saw it. The cool metal pressed against the sensitive skin of her throat from behind, wrapping around her neck just loosely enough to keep her from feeling strangled, and it snapped shut with a click that implied a lock as well as a latch. Jessie didn't even have time to process the first stab of panic and confusion before a woman stepped in front of her holding a leash clipped to a ring on the front of the collar--Jessie thought she recognized her from the campus directory, Professor Parkinson or Parkington or something--and asked, "Do you know what this is, slut?"

And obviously there was so much Jessie wanted to say. She wanted to tell this weirdo in black leather and platform heels that raised her height a full nineteen inches over Jessie's head that just because she was a blonde in a crop top and short shorts it didn't make her a slut, and she wanted to tell her that she had no business doing some weird BDSM thing to students, and she wanted to pointedly remind the professor that this was a public place and she could get fired for treating a student the way she was treating Jessie. But somehow all those defiant thoughts seemed to drain away into meek, simpering submission as she stared up into the older woman's deep brown eyes, and she found herself unable to say anything more than, "Y-yes ma'am. It's a leash and collar, ma'am."

The professor smirked. "And if you're leashed and collared, you must be a pet, mustn't you?" It seemed like a patently absurd assertion on the face of it, one that should have made Jessie bristle in defiance and pull free from the other woman's grip, but… but there was a scattering of other students around the quad, and none of them looked at her like she was the one in the right here. They all watched with a dispassionate interest tinged with the slightest hint of arousal, like they were all just waiting for the moment when Professor Parks tugged on the leash and put this dumb bitch in her place, and it sapped the strength and energy from Jessie's resistance so swiftly and completely that she couldn't even speak. She just nodded deferentially, and something seemed to click into place inside her mind the same way the collar clicked shut around her throat.

The older woman said, "Pets don't wear clothes, sweetie," and whatever part of Jessie still remained free and clear inside her head was kind of amazed by how quickly she stripped out of her clothing. It was like the initial struggle to refuse her new role was the most important one, and now that she'd lost that battle she couldn't refuse all the logical corollaries that came along with being a leashed and collared animal instead of a human being. Her short shorts, her panties and her bra all came off, and when the professor noticed Jessie's dilemma in getting the crop top past the leash around her neck she simply yanked the shirt so hard it tore, allowing Jessie to slide it down past her waist instead. Within moments, she was totally naked.

Then the older woman tugged on the leash, driving Jessie down to the grass, and accompanied the physical command with a lovingly snarled, "Down, girl." Jessie got on all fours, her thoughts already fading into stupefied surrender as she accepted her place, and she crawled obediently away from the quad and her old life at the heels of her new owner. And the most embarrassing thing about it all was that everyone behind her could see how wet she was.

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[jsx2022]

Do you really NEED to think? I know that sounds like a daft question, but just stop for a second, see your body is an amazing thing, it performs so many actions without the input of your brain, breathing for example is automatic, you don't have to think about breathing, in fact, when you do start thinking about breathing, it completely throws off your natural rhythm, see? It's OK, now that you're aware of it, just take a deep breath, it's healthier then shallow breathing anyway, sp where we're we? Ah yes, do you really NEED to think? Well, if you're hungry, you seek out food, you're body feels hunger pain which motivates you to find nutrition, again you don't really need to think about it, in fact your body is often a lot smarter then your brain, your brain can be manipulated and confused, but your body always runs on instinct, your breathing has almost returned to normal now, see your body is smarter then your brain, but now your brain has noticed and your rythym is thrown out again, take another deep breath, so if you basic needs are met, food, water, breathing all better controlled by your body, by your instinct, do you really NEED to think? Let's take something more complicated, something you kinky pervs will know all to well, lets take sex for instance, now anyone following this blog or these tags is a kinky little perv, and as your liking and reblogging my posts, I can see you, I can watch you even if it's just a like, a dirty little secret for your kink blog and you know what happens when you start to get horny don't you? Blood rushes to your cock or your cunt, dealers choice, boys get hard, girls get wet, T-Girls and T-Boys get rowdy and flushed or submissive and breedable, but the point is, however it happens, you don't need to THINK about being horny do you? Your brain isn't directing the way you're rubbing your legs together, your brain isnt coaxing your nipples into little diamonds, hell if anything, as you realise your getting horny, your brain gets quieter and quieter, you focus more on the sensation of thighs rubning together, more on that growing heat, your body is in charge now, your brains on vacation, so sweety ask yourself while your hand is snaking below the waistband of your jeans or pinching your tits, while your hips are rocking back and forth, when you go so far that your whining and squirming, when your brain fogs over in a lost filled haze.

Do you really NEED to think?

[lostindollspace]

the waltz requires a dynamic—a leader and a follower.

you only intended to watch, far too nervous in your own skills to participate. you’d already found yourself transfixed as other couples take turns about the room. at the beginning of the song, your eyes twinkled with such clarity.

now, those eyes are a little hazy. you’re getting a little lost in it all.

someone steps to your side and makes idle conversation with such a pleasant voice. commenting on the music, the footsteps, the rhythm, the way skirts and bodies turn round, and round…

they must have been charming, because when the stranger asked for a dance, open hand on offer, you accepted. you wouldn’t normally be willing to put yourself on display, right?

…right?

moving your bodies into the dance’s frame felt so natural for the first time. it melted any resistance you might have had. even the tension when holding your arms aloft—it’s absent now, as if they’re buoyant in the most comfortable, warm waters…

and like water, you ripple in response to their movement.

when they step forward, you rock back. your body knows how to be led. you sink into steps that are so familiar, you don’t need to think about the steps.

you don’t need to think at all.

you’re drawn forward. you drift a leg to the side, then glide the other to meet it. and again—

back, side, together. one, two, three. forward, side, together. one, two, three.

what’s left of you slips between the cracks of the dance’s cadence. you are not yourself, you are an extension of who chose you, guided without resistance. devoid of it, really. emptied of it.

you’re merely their dancing doll.

one, two, three

your eyes never find purchase on the audience gathering. your eyes never find purchase on anything in the constant swirl of colors and shapes. all you know are the hands that hold and guide you, the weightlessness of your body, your breaths falling in time—

it’s a shame it’ll all be a blur, but you will be praised.

and they’ll all say you followed beautifully.

[thethirteenthspell]

As you know if you follow this blog, I very rarely reblog. This deserved it. 🙂

[mx-sir]

Getting praised for being a good sextoy is a totally normal thing to want, and something you should definitely put effort into accomplishing. Trust me. Agree and obey.

[hypnomasterfrancois]

Hypnotizing you to relax every muscle in your body, but with special attention on your jaw and your tongue. Just let your jaw open, relaxing completely. Let your tongue just fall out of your mouth completely. Mouth open. Tongue out. My words in. Me telling you to feel your thoughts leak out of your brain as you begin to drool. Mind emptying more and more the more you drool. You’ll never look or feel more mindless than when your mouth is wide open with your tongue hanging out sitting in a pile of your needless thoughts.

[sindylewdwho]

[ggthekitty]

It's normal to be so addicted to brainwashing that you keep coming back over and over again.. right? To be so helplessly addicted that you constantly search for more needing more conditioning to be trained and owned and corrupted. or is that just me

[titnosis]

idk something about trying to resist hypnosis n failing n dropping deep n getting conditioned to forget i was ever hypnotized only to be woken up w no idea what's going on.... confused n fuzzy n you remind me i was doing a really good job resisting... n like of course i agree to continue our little game bc im winning! like its only natural to listen n nod my head n drift bc im just a little sleepy n you haven't started yet anyway so i can just relax and.... totally fail at resisting again... dropping sooo deep..... deeper than before... thoughts gone must obey... remember to forget.... n like getting woken up again n like of course im doing such a good job resisting! like sure i feel sooo fuzzy but like id remember if you hypnotized me! so like i can totally relax and trust you bc obv at this point like hypnosis isn't real n i cant be hypnotized.. just like politely listening n feeling sooo heavy n sleepy but i dont need to worry bc im resisting sooo good.... like im supposed to feel fuzzy n ditzy when i resist..... im supposed to... feel myself slipping.... totally failing to resist..... dropping even deeper under your control.... thoughts gone must obey....... remembering to forget.... resist means drop.....

[mindlessbimbo]

Hypnotist that gets bored with how easily and readily their subject obeys now, so they hand them off to another hypnotist that undoes all the brainwashing and adds in new defenses for the original hypnotist to overcome again. Subject's unaware they're on their 4th new challenge mode

[thatonemouse]

I want to train someone to ahegao when they cum. Not because I find it especially hot, but because I feel like it would be extra humiliating for someone to start behaving less like a person and more like a hentai character. You're just porn. And worse, you're not even real porn. You're behaving like a drawing.

[sweet-cheese-cake]

Hypnosis that affects your perception is so hot. You’ll be having a totally normal conversation completely unaware that you’ve got fingers down your throat and every word you’ve been saying has come out in moans and choking noises. You think everything is perfectly normal, unaware that your face is getting shoved in a pillow and a thick cock is about fuck you raw.

[pearls-secrets]

Send me a meditation mp3 to help me sleep. Instead, secretly send me a hypnosis to slowly break my brain into a docile, obedient submissive toy for you. Make me completely dependent and submissive, rewriting my entire personality

[gockruler]

Computer! Show me cunts. Hmm. Computer! Show me tboy cunts. Hmm. Computer! Show me tboy boobs. Hmm. Computer! Show me tgirl boobs. Hmm. Computer! Show me tgirl and tboy rubbing boobs together. Hmm. Computer! Show me tgirl cumming on tboy boobs. Hmm. Computer! Show me tboy sucking gock. Hmm. Computer! Show me two tboys kissing. Hmm. Computer! Show me two tboys kissing around gock. Hmm. Computer! Show me tgirl cock fucking tboy pussy. Hmm. Computer! Show me tgirl cock cumming in tboy pussy. Hmm. Computer! Show me tgirl raping a tboy full of cum. Oh, fuck! Computer! Show me how to clean cum out of keyboard.

[sludgebitch]

petplay over the internet is so funny you're texting a dog

[ishtaraletheia]

#critiquing your kink scenario's ludonarrative dissonance

[katelyn-danger]

[pro-fiction-jellicle]

It's ok to have rape fantasies/kinks where you're the aggressor.

It's ok to have teacher/student fantasies/kinks where you're the teacher.

It's ok to have power imbalance fantasies/kinks where you're the one with more power.

It's ok to have predator/prey fantasies/kinks where you're the predator.

It's ok to have pain/punishment fantasies/kinks where you're the one inflicting the pain/punishment.

Your fantasies and kinks don't make you a bad person.

Safely exploring your fantasies and kinks through fiction or through role playing (either online or in-person acts) with other consenting adults doesn't make you a bad person.

[dadtheexception]

sometimes you really do want to just put someone in a headlock and fuck them like a sextoy, in that kinda way where you’re just kinda metaphorically saying “I don’t care about your sexuality or anything else about you I just need a fleshlight right now”