If I only had a heart...

35 year old guy. I do stuff.  Proud superior to @superiorsblankpaige.

[theweirdwideweb]

[rimonoroni2]

unfortunately very true. Doing Better does not always mean never being upset or never being triggered or never having trouble. often Doing Better means experiencing those things and being able to keep going/cope healthily/move on. if you’re in a bubble with no sensation, if you’re numbing yourself out, that’s not what recovering really is. it won’t help you have a happier life it’ll just make your world smaller and smaller until you can’t fit anywhere anymore. gotta learn to make peace with the hard stuff too, that’s the only way to keep going

[magicratfingers]

[jukeboxemcsa]

Lorna Goes Cum-Dumb

"Still in there, sweetie?" Darren asked, and Lorna knew she was in trouble when the answer slipped away in a tide of pleasure and all she could do was roll her eyes back in her head and grunt like a rutting sow in response to his words. Their friends gave a little chuckle at that, which should have embarrassed Lorna and probably did but the feeling was buried under wave after mind-shattering wave of utter ecstasy. Her whole body quaked and jiggled, especially her ample ass, while her supposedly ex-boyfriend fingered her at the jackhammer pace she'd missed so very badly. It was a dangerous place to be.

Because she knew the crowd they hung out with all too well. They were all kind of kinky, they were all kind of sexually perverse, and they all had a sadistic streak even if some of them were just submissives who loved to watch someone get even weaker and sluttier than they were. If Lorna couldn't pull her shit together and prove that it took more than Darren's strong, dexterous fingers to melt her into a puddle of brainless lust, she was going to become the entertainment at every single one of their little get-togethers… and that was bad, even if Lorna couldn't remember why it was bad right now because she was cumming so hard she barely knew her own name anymore.

That was kind of the hardest part of levering herself out of the mushy, messy pit of lust she'd fallen into--every time Lorna tried to warn herself that she was going to wind up as nothing more than a party favor for a band of perverted freaks who loved passing her around, every time she pictured herself going dumb and dizzy and just melting into a warm haze of arousal while the others casually groped and fondled her naked body and used all her holes for their own amusement, it only heightened the pleasure Darren was eliciting with his sculptor's fingers. He could make stone and metal bend to his whim, so what chance did her pussy stand? None, and that shouldn't have turned her on as much as it did but there she was squirting all over the towel he put down.

"Yeah, I think she's pretty much gone," she heard him say, but it was as if she was down at the bottom of a well and the words were coming from far overhead. "She got like this all the time when I really started working on her, kind of like she was hypnotized or something," he added, and the appreciative chuckles washed over Lorna like birdsong while her mind struggled to string together even a single coherent thought. This was why she broke up with Darren in the first place, because she could just tell she wasn't going to have the wit to resist him if he started getting assertive about something, and it was kind of nice to be proved right but not if it meant getting shown off to a half-dozen people with her cunt gushing all over the damn place.

The trouble became danger when Kara, one of her supposed friends and someone who ostensibly cared about her, leaned over the arm of the couch and whispered, "You're going to wake up wanting to eat my pussy," into Lorna's delicate, shell-like ears. It wasn't even that she heard it and immediately felt the notion glomp onto her hazy, dissociated consciousness without a trace of resistance--it was that she knew this was setting a precedent among the group. Now that they all realized she couldn't stop herself from spreading her legs for Darren and going totally cum-dumb and suggestible, they'd all want a turn… and Lorna knew, on an intuitive level that even her total mental vacancy couldn't reach, that she would wind up doing every last thing they said.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Vanessa Has Some Questions About the Hypnosis Policy

Carl was just beginning to wonder how long it would take for Vanessa to come and see him when the door to his office opened and she walked right in. "I, I wanted to make a--that is, I w-want to--um, I, I want to… talk. To someone in HR. About aspects of the corporate culture." It was fascinating to watch her brain visibly lurch to a halt every time she approached the word 'complaint' and all its variants, only to discover she could no longer register something so antithetical to the spirit of obedience out loud like that. Seeing her ping-pong between dignified frustration and that tiny hint of helpless, drifting pleasure got Carl very hard very fast, and he decided to continue this conversation with his dick out as she closed the door behind her.

Her response to that was gratifying, too--Vanessa didn't lose her wary, suspicious expression, but her deep brown eyes locked onto his jutting shaft and stared unblinking at it even as she tried to express her concerns. "It's just that--I, I know this is going to sound odd, but… the men in the office keep trying to hypnotize me. All day. Every single one of them. It's like, um, it's like I've only been here less than two days, but I think I've… dropped… three or, or four times?" Carl's prick twitched at the sight of her eyelids measurably fluttering when she uttered the word 'dropped' and its associations sent her mind skidding into a light trance before she could stop herself. She managed to keep them from slamming shut, but that just meant she remained fixated on his dick a while longer.

Carl took the base of his prick between his thumb and forefinger and began to waggle it, sending the tip into a pendulous motion that Vanessa followed with her eyes. "Well, I can certainly see how that might be concerning," he said, enjoying the way her jaw began to slacken into rapt fascination the moment it wasn't preoccupied with speech, "but I don't know if it's actually a violation of any rules. Have you checked the corporate policy on hypnosis?" Vanessa took three steps forward over the course of his little speech, and he could tell that she was absolutely unaware of a single one of them. And yet she continued to hold onto the belief that she was remaining professional. It was downright adorable.

"…um… yes, yes I have," she murmured, her voice slowly losing its blank and droning quality as her brain began to sluggishly process the question. "I, I went and looked at the employee handbook online, and the… the hypnosis policy is just an animated gif of a spiral, Carl. It, I… I think I stared at it for forty minutes before I finally managed to close my browser window." She was sinking to her knees now, crawling the last little distance between them to kneel between Carl's legs with her gaze still locked onto the head of his cock and her lips only inches away from his tight, heavy balls. He could feel her warm breath on his sack, and knew what was coming next… but the anticipation was everything in a moment like this.

"Well, why don't you just give me your honest feedback on that?" he asked, waggling his cock back and forth to tap Vanessa lightly on the forehead with the tip of his prick. "You know we favor frank and open discussion here." Vanessa opened her mouth, her eyes crossing and uncrossing as she tried to think and found it impossible, and she let out a sigh that was almost a moan as she leaned in and began to wash his balls with her tongue.

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[missmelodymindmelter]

Getting home, from a long day at work, putting down your things, blissfully unaware of the surprise your domme left for you this morning.

You get comfortable, taking off your shoes, jacket, and putting your bag down

You start to undo the latch on your necklace

And it starts to relax, leaving its personhood in the necklace. It is just a good pet. It curls up, on the couch, getting all cozy, only thoughts on its mind about how soft the couch is, and how it can't wait until mistress gets home and cuddles with it

[ashereden]

the fact that some people for real think that doms only think about their pleasure is laughable

like yeah it’s hot to feel like a used lil fuckdoll, but the best doms know how to give their subs the most pleasure of their entire lives while making it seem like it’s only for their own amusement

[switchingdesires]

Good BDSM is always teamwork.

[hypnomindstorm]

Beryl's Training

"Here's your coffee!"

Beryl looked up from her paperwork to appraise her assistant coolly, accepting the coffee he offered and taking a sip.

"Took you long enough."

Her assistant chuckled. "Made sure to make it just the way you like it." He moved behind her chair, likely in order to observe her work for himself, Beryl surmised. She took another sip of her coffee before grabbing her pen and--

"It's time for your training, isn't it?"

Beryl could feel herself.... softening. Her cold gaze beginning to thaw, her shoulders beginning to slump, and something inside her stirring to life.

"Training...? Well, yes, I suppose it is."

Something about that didn't feel quite right, but Beryl couldn't put her finger on it. Nevermind that she practically ran the Institute singlehandedly, or that her assistant was her subordinate and so should be receiving training from her, nor that she couldn't remember what training it is she needed. Something about the fact that she got... excited.... felt off, felt wrong, felt--

"Well then, shouldn't you get into the proper position?" Her assistant's warm breath on her ear sent a spear of pleasure deep into Beryl's mind and even deeper into her body, and the doubts dissipated into nothingness. Her many days, hours, months of brainwashing kicked in. Of course! She loved training, and she wasn't in the proper position! That had to change.

Beryl opened her lab coat, pulled up her shirt, and unhooked her bra to reveal her breasts, and spread her legs, slumping a bit in her chair. One hand started teasing her nipples, and was quickly accompanied by one of her assistant's hands. Her other hand tugged up her skirt and slipped into her panties to tease her ever-more-soaking slit.

"That's a good girl," her assistant intoned. "Opening your mind to your training. Because you love being trained, don't you, my dear?"

"Yes!" Beryl's reply was breathless, so different from her normally sharp, commanding tone.

"It feels sooo good to do your training, doesn't it?"

"Yes!" Beryl could feel each word filling the space between her ears, echoing and completely filling the space.

"You need to be trained, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"You need me to train you, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"You love it when I train you, don't you?"

"Yes!" This one came out more as a moan.

"Good girl. What are you?"

"A sex toy!" The answer was immediate.

"But what do you think you're saying when I ask that?"

"A... scientist...." Those words struggled to leave her lips.

"But what are you really?"

"A sex toy...."

"Yes... such a good girl!"

Beryl's mind swirled with pleasure, and she wasn't sure how much she really understood what she agreed to after that, but she agreed nonetheless to everything her assistant said.

"You love to obey my words. It doesn't matter how big or small the command, you knownyou need to obey. And it feels so good to obey. It doesn't matter what else you're doing, if I give you a command, you will drop everything and obey. It doesn't matter if you're alone in your office, or in a meeting with the board of directors, you will obey me. You love to serve, love to obey. And at the end of the day, you will come home with me to my place so that you can serve me until the morning. Because you're not a person, you're my property. My sextoy. My slave. Isn't that right, my dear?"

"Nnnnghfuckkyesss!!" Beryl could feel herself getting close to the edge one more time, so close to tumbling over into orgasm. Her fingers worked her pussy and clit furiously, lewd wet noises just a background to the brainwashing happening above.

"Bend over for me." The act of going from sitting in her desk chair to being pressed against the desk, legs spread, panties around her ankles and soaked pussy presented, was so smooth and streamlined, clearly well-practiced. A low groan escaped Beryl's lips as her assistant slid his cock to the base inside her pussy, then started pumping furiously. It was clear he was as close as she was.

"That's a good slut for me! So obedient, so submissive, so helpless... Completely mine, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master!" Beryl cried out, feeling the pleasure exploding repeatedly in her mind, her body unable to hold out and--

"Good girl, cum for me!" Beryl came as she felt her assistant bottom out inside her and the telltale twitching of his cock as he came with her. The powerful orgasm crashed through her body as he filled her pussy with his hot, thick cum. She felt any semblance of brainpower that was left short-circuit, and she went completely blank.

"...And wide awake, up up up!"

Beryl blinked, her eyes focusing on the chaotic mess of papers strewn across her desk, as usual. She must have gotten lost in her thoughts as her assistant droned on about something stupid again.

"Did you enjoy your training?" She swiveled to see her assistant standing behind her, adjusting his tie.

"I--" What training? What did I need training for? Why can't I remem--

"Of course." She smiled at her assistant, surprisingly warm, despite the predatory quality her smirks always bore. "I always enjoy our training."

Her assistant smiled back and, with a courteous nod, bowed out of Beryl's office. Beryl herself turned back to her desk, only subconsciously aware of a sense of deep satisfaction, and of the cum slowly pooling into her underwear.

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

[thelastmesmerist]

She Can't Resist the Drop

She tries to stay awake but can't resist going back down into trance

[xxpawglifexx]

Snow Bunny Sunday

[hypnomemers]

I love hypnosis

[mentat101posts]

Absolutely!

[pixelartarchive]

Happy Pride Month!!

[samthehypnodaddy-deactivated202]

[chelledolly]

Alt/goth girl corruption 😍

[hypnotizedgoth]

👉🏻👈🏻

ima good girl tho i not a brat

[hypnogoddessiris]

Do you believe her?

[tinmanthelesser]

Absolutely not! How could she possibly know what my best interests are when she's just a mindless puddle of pleasure?

[snapandsleepp]

Out like a light...

[anonymousweirdo]

[hypnotizedgirlsfan]

[evil-perfervid]

Imagine sneaking into a public restroom together. Telling them to get down on their knees and pull up their shirt and stick out their tongue. Running a thumb over their eager lips. Stepping closer.

Now imagine ending the scene there. Telling them you just wanted to see how obedient they were feeing. Would that be fucked up or what?

[tinmanthelesser]

This is me.