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I want to be cute and pornographic
d*mn!
I feel like a lot of people get "All Art is Political" confused with "All Art is made with Political Intentions" which is not the same.
"!!" is its own word to me
My Desire
As someone who grew up at a time where there was no online—no video, no gifs, no public internet of any kind—I was convinced that no one else in the entire world could possibly entertain the feelings and fantasies that I had of hypnosis.
I would think of a woman alone in a room, trying to escape. While her needs were provided for, it was impossible to overcome the challenges of the hypnotic maze that had been created for her. Imagine... a monitor constantly displaying spirals... a speaker randomly broadcasting a relentless metronome beat. Subliminal messages and images. All designed to captivate and fascinate. And when exhaustion inevitably overcame her, in sleep she would helplessly succumb to the constant brainwashing and programming.
Concocting these scenarios in isolation at that formative age truly made me feel there was something wrong with me. At that point I could never imagine getting to experience some of the things I would eventually experience in an internet-connected world. I've learned that my dark side is real... but the chance to share it with others, honestly and openly, is what I value.
Here's to all of you realizing and treasuring your desires.
This is lovely!
Sharing with others makes us feel better
In kink its important to remember that its possible to be hurt by things you asked to have happen. You can't always predict how your body or psyche will react to things until it happens.
If that happens to you: you are going to get through it. Assuming that risk is a part of participating in higher risk sexual activity.
Thats why its also important not to lay 100% of the responsibility for these situations at the feet of our dominants. If you asked for something, and they gave it to you, theyre not an abuser or a rapist if it turns out that thing wasn't actually good for you.
These situations are often a dominants worst fear, and prevents a lot of dominants from participating in kink, or participating in a dominant role. Doms NEED to trust that when they do as we ask: they will not bear responsibility alone for any consequences.
And you can't know what you can't know! Situations where a scene turned out to be less than healthy are an opportunity for you and your dom to step back and support each other.
For hypnosis involving tea, would you rather go under by:
Drinking the tea
Watching the tea being stirred
Watching the steam coming off the tea in spirals
Chewing those popping bubbles, imagining each of them as your thoughts
Drinking the tea... listen I know it's basic and there's far more creative ways to fall into trance but just imagine with me for a second:
You invite me over to have a cup of tea with you. Knowing full well you've put that special hypnotic drug in the tea, you hand me my cup. I smile and say thank you, politely at you. Still none the wiser and blow on it gently. It smells sweeter than usual. Probably some sort of fancy tea I've never tried before. I take a sip. You look up from your regular cup of tea smiling at me. Trying to act natural, you don't want me to know what you've done yet. But you know, it's only a matter of time now before I find out.
My eyes flutter a little. Why is my head so dizzy all of a sudden. I guess I'm just hungry, maybe dehydrated. My eyes start growing heavier. My head continues to spin circles as I place the cup down on the table, hand shaking slightly. You ask me what's wrong and I say, "oh nothing, I think I'm just a little umm, well, tired. I guess I must not have slept well." At this stage the room is spinning. My eyes are barely staying open as my head starts to grow heavy. My body limp. I can barely stay conscious. Through the fuzzy haze glazing over my eyes I thought I saw you smirk as you take my hand in yours. Patting it gently, so reassuring.
You tell me to, "relax honey, you'll feel better soon." I nod. Of course you are right. You're always right. I smile as I let my eyes flutter closed. Shut tight. Everything turns to black as my body slumps over onto the table. You whisper something in my ear. I'm trying to listen but I can't quite make out anything besides the words, "empty", "obedient", "good girl". Which make me feel so safe. I thought I heard the word "drugged". But I trust you. You'd never drug me, right?
sleepily opening my eyes and feeling your fingers in my cunt before you stroke my hair and gently shush me back to sleep >>>>>>
so are we keeping our glasses on or off during sex
glasses on or off during sex
on
off
i do not wear glasses (u better rb this)
"The lights are so pretty, aren't they?" The voice of your partner snaps you back to reality. You realise that you'd been lost in thought, daydreaming while at the hot pools with your partner.
"Umm yeah, they really are," you manage to stutter out through your daze, looking up at the lights hanging from the ceiling. Of course, the first thing you both noticed when you'd walked into the private spa was the multiple, colourful jellyfish shaped lights suspended at various heights above the pool.
"Which one is your favourite?" she continues, "I think you'll like the pink one there." She points at one just above your eyesight.
"Wait which one is pink?" You ask, head spinning as your eyes struggle to focus on any one light in the sea above you.
"That one right there. Hmm wait no," she smirks, "seems like the colour has cycled past pink." You start to turn towards her, when she grabs your chin and tilts your head up forcing you to keep looking, "just keep staring, and I'm sure it will cycle back through to pink eventually."
You stare, eyes growing ever more blank. Even if she wasn't holding your chin, your body is too weak to do anything else. Your partner leans in close, whispering quietly in your ear. At least you think thats whats happening. You can't be sure because it's almost like the lights are sucking up your attention, stealing your thoughts. Capturing your memories and dragging them up with them into the glistening sea. You can feel your grasp of what's happening around you slipping, as everything goes blank....
"The lights are so pretty, aren't they?" The voice of your partner snaps you back to reality. You've been daydreaming, right?
oh yes i do quite enjoy the "curves" of a body but when i say curves i mean curves like these
Have you noticed how cute you look when you're brainwashed?
No, I mean it. Listen to a file or two (could be mine, but it's not required), and then walk your mindless self to your nearest mirror and stare at yourself.
Look at your relaxed posture, your glassy eyes, and your slack jaw. Notice how deeply malleable of a puppet you are.
And then do it all over again.
The deep decent. The endless emptiness. The relaxing release. The constant capitulation. The swirling submission. The accepting accord. The obsessive obedience. The forgetful faltering. The mindless manipulation. The hypnotic humility.
It's who you are.
in love with the blank look on a girl's face while My words are creeping into her head
I love your agreeable and amenable and flexible nature and how none of your wants and needs ever get priority and how nobody even knows what they are to begin with and how you never start or engage in conflicts and never express even mildly unsavory opinions and get along with everyone from every conceivable group, that’s so trustworthy. hey quick question. do you happen to have an enormous pressurized reservoir of rage and resentment you feel like you can’t ever analyze or express because that would break the rules for the kind of person you are and if so, do you think a lifetime of squashing it down might ever backfire?
Yes, and yes! 😃👍
Yes, other people's needs matter, but yours matter just as much.
weed gummies are such a fake sounding concept like yeah if you eat this piece of candy and wait an hour you'll suddenly become very easily entertained and airheaded and cuddly
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