We all know that hypnotization doesn’t actually exist, right? Who was supposed to believe the concept of swinging a pocket watch around and focusing on it is going to make you suddenly submissive and malleable at the snap of a finger? It’s going to take more than that to get you under someone’s control…
Right?
That’s how you find yourself in this situation. Dazed and confused as you couldn’t seem to stop licking, sucking, and eating your hypnotizer’s cunt. Her slick wetness mixes with your saliva, juices swirling and mingling on your tongue as it drips down your chin, down your chest; the slobber eventually reaching down to your exposed cock— the one you couldn’t seem to stop stroking at a medium pace on her command. A part of you that was still somehow intact urges you to beg her to stop, but as you open your mouth, you find that the words only turn into helpless moaning, muffled by the sweet pussy your mouth was willingly devouring like a desperate dog.
“Mhm.. you like that, don’t you? You love how I taste on your pretty little hypnoslut tongue? Eat like it’s your last meal, whore.” Your newly self-appointed mistress coos at you, her fingers running through your hair, tangling them in your locks as she guides your questionably eager tongue across her folds. Wouldn’t it be easier to give in? You try to fight the thought, but this unknowable daze of pleasure and mind trick convinces you that this is where you were meant to be. On your knees, eating your mistress’s cunt, while you stroke yourself for her amusement. Her last command echos in the throes of your struggling mind, your mind fully succumbing to her complete domination.
“Cum for me, my little hypnoslave.. cum for mistress while she cums in your mouth. Don’t spill a single drop, okay?”
To your initial disbelief, you obey. But eventually, you let go of that one rational voice in your head. Your hand goes faster, your mouth more eager as you begin to serve with a renewed vigor. Cum. Cum. Cum. That was the only thought in your mind. It was her voice that speaks your thoughts for you, not yours. Your orgasm rips through your body like a fountain, spilling your release all over yourself as she sprays herself in your mouth. You look up at her through lidded eyes, lapping up her release with enthusiasm.
You couldn’t think much, at least not for yourself. Don’t worry; Mistress is here to do the thinking for you.
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(This was the one in my drafts ;P
And don’t even worry about the audios not being long enough! Goodness, just you being able to make scenes out of my paragraphs is already beyond pleasing. You’re doing good, sweetheart :> also, guess who just figured out how to use tumblr’s text customization?)
As if I'd just lose my sense of time and self all of a sudden....
