There's just something very hot about imagining what you look like mind controlled. Eyelids drooping, tongue out and drooling, sitting on the floor with nothing but a collar on like a good puppy. Completely indifferent to the fact your being tugged around on a leash, your half-asleep brain melted into mush. Or maybe your fully energized, excited by a command. Wet and whiny at the snap of someones fingers, eager to do any degrading task you would've previously would've scoffed at, now begging for a shred of attention.
i love cockwarming, i want to do it all the time, i’m so warm and wet and comfortable inside, don’t you want me to cockwarm you too? i just wanna sit in your lap and shiver and clench around you while you play a video game or work. want you to rub my back and pet my hair and hold me so close as i start to fall asleep with my head on your shoulder, so full and complete with you inside me.
then maybe you can use me while i sleep- who said that
i know it’s too much, sweetheart. that’s why i’m holding your hips still, so you don’t run from what you begged for.
you just came. hard. your first orgasm leaving you shaking, gasping for air. and now my fingers are still inside you. still moving. pushing you toward a second one that you’re not sure your body can handle.
you trying to squirm away. hips twisting. trying to escape. but my grip is firm. hands on your hips. keeping you exactly where i want you. “where do you think you’re going, baby?”
“it’s too much, i can’t—” your voice breaking. tears already forming. the sensitivity making every curl of my fingers feel electric. overwhelming.
“aww, poor baby. it’s too much?” mocking gently. pumping my fingers. curling them deep. “then why is your pussy taking my fingers so well? why are you so wet, sweetheart?”
you whimpering. no answer. because i’m right. your body is responding even though you’re protesting. “if i pulled my fingers out right now, you’d beg for them back, wouldn’t you?”
pulling them almost all the way out. you gasping. hips chasing my hand without thinking. “see? knew it.” sliding them back in. three fingers. filling you. “such a desperate thing.”
my other hand moving to your breast. pinching your nipple. rolling it between my fingers. you crying out. “please, i just came—” “i know you did, baby. i was there. and now you’re going to cum again.”
thumb finding your clit. rubbing circles. fingers pumping inside you. other hand playing with your nipples. alternating between them. pinching. tugging gently.
“you said you couldn’t cum more than once, remember?” curling my fingers. hitting that spot. “but look at you now. already getting close again. were you lying to me, baby? or are you just that easy?”
you sobbing. shaking your head. “i’m not close—” “oh, you’re not?” stopping all movement. fingers still inside but not moving. hand leaving your breast. “then i guess i’ll stop.”
you whimpering. hips trying to move. to get friction. “that’s what i thought.” starting again. pumping my fingers. rubbing your clit. “poor baby can’t make up her mind. is it too much or do you need more?”
“both… it’s both…” you crying. overstimulated. “aww, that’s so hard for you, isn’t it?” condescending. affectionate yet mocking. “your body wants to cum so bad but it’s all so sensitive. must be so confusing for you, sweetheart.”
bringing my wet fingers from your pussy to your mouth. “open.” you obeying. taking my fingers in. sucking them clean. tasting yourself. “good girl. taste how wet you are. taste how much your body wants this even though you’re crying about it.”
sliding my fingers back inside you. three again. filling you completely. other hand back to your nipples. pinching harder this time. you moaning around my fingers still in your mouth. “look at you. taking my fingers in both holes. such a good little slut for me.”
pulling my fingers from your mouth. using that hand to hold your hip again. keeping you still. the other hand alternating between fucking you and rubbing your clit. you getting closer. building faster than you thought possible.
“please… please i’m so close…” “already? but i thought you couldn’t cum again?” teasing. mocking gently. “i thought it was too much for you, baby.”
curling my fingers. hitting that spot over and over. thumb pressing hard on your clit. “go ahead then. prove yourself wrong. cum for me like the desperate little thing you are.”
you breaking. cumming hard around my fingers. clenching. moaning loudly. crying. me not stopping. keeping the same pace. pushing you right through it. “that’s two. let’s go for three.”
“no! i can’t, not again—” you sobbing now. completely oversensitive. trying desperately to close your legs. to escape. me forcing them open. “you can. and you will.”
both hands on you now. one fucking you relentlessly. fingers pumping fast. curling. the other hand pinching your nipple hard. you crying out. overwhelmed. “poor baby. so sensitive but still so wet for me. your body just doesn’t know when to quit, does it?”
“please, it hurts—” “it doesn’t hurt, sweetheart. you’d use your safeword if it hurt. this is just overstimulating. there’s a difference.” pressing harder on your clit. “and you’re going to take it.”
bringing my hand from your breast to your mouth again. “suck.” you opening. taking my fingers. me fucking your mouth with them while my other hand fucks your pussy. “there you go. keep that mouth busy so you stop whining.”
pumping my fingers faster inside you. rougher now. your third orgasm building impossibly fast. the overstimulation making everything heightened. pulling my fingers from your mouth so you can breathe. so you can moan properly.
“look at you. crying and shaking and still taking my fingers so perfectly. if i told you to beg for more right now, you would, wouldn’t you?”
you shaking your head. “liar.” curling my fingers hard. you gasping. “your pussy is literally dripping on my hand, baby. you’re clenching so tight. you’re about to cum a third time and you still want to pretend you don’t want this?”
pinching your nipple again. hard. the pain mixing with pleasure. you moaning. getting so close. “please… please i need—” “need what? need to cum again? the third time you said was impossible?”
“yes! please let me cum!” you begging now. completely broken down. “aww, there it is. there’s my honest baby.” pumping faster. rubbing your clit frantically. “go ahead, angel. cum for me. show me what a desperate mess you are.”
you tipping over again. cumming so hard you’re almost screaming. shaking. clenching rhythmically. completely wrecked. me finally slowing. gentling. carefully pulling my fingers out.
you collapsing. sobbing. exhausted. me immediately switching. pulling you into my arms. tone completely different now. soft. loving. “shh, sweetheart. you’re okay. you did so well. so so well.”
holding you close. stroking your hair. your back. “you were perfect, baby. absolutely perfect. took everything i gave you.” kissing your forehead. your cheeks. wiping your tears. “such a good girl for me.”
you curling into me. “that was intense…” “i know, baby. but you did it. three times. you were so beautiful and good for me .” continuing to soothe you. praise you. “i’m so proud of you, sweetheart. so proud.”
you finally catching your breath. looking up at me. cheeks read, body overstimulated and exhausted. “i didn’t think i could get to 3…” “but you did, baby. your body is amazing. and you trusted me to push you. that means everything.”
"2... and 1, up, up, up." My hypnotist said, shaking me gently as I slowly woke from trance. I sucked in a deep breath as my eyes fluttered open, trying to get my bearings after going so deep.
My hypnotist caught my gaze and smiled, and I grinned blearily back, unable to resist the spark of happiness I felt at pleasing him. "How are you feeling?" He asked, gently stroking my face.
Good, I wanted to say. Really, really good.
But it was like my mouth wasn't connected to my body. "Cock." I said, then frowned in confusion. I tried again. "Cock. Cock. Cock!"
My hypnotist grinned even as my body betrayed me. "Oh dear," he said in false concern, even as his eyes took on a puckish twinkle. "It seems as though you only have one thing on your mind."
I shook my head emphatically, but it was no use, my tongue wouldn't cooperate, my lips could only form one work. "Cock." I protested.
"You aren't only thinking of cock?" He asked, delighting in his own performed confusion.
I nodded. "Cock."
He raised a brow. "So you are only thinking about cock?"
I huffed in frustration as he laughed at my predicament, and crossed my arms over my naked breasts (when had I taken my clothes off? The thought floats out of my head almost as soon as it arrives. It doesn't matter anyway.).
I shook my head again and glared at him. My hypnotist's expression become contemplative, and goosebumps suddenly pebbled my skin under his scrutiny.
"Actually," he said, voice taking on that deep, lulling tone that had taken me under hundreds of times. "The more you say the word 'cock' the less you'll be able to think of anything else until 'cock' is the only thing left in your empty little brain." My mouth fell open a little as my mind was caught in the undertow of his words. "Now, my silly little bimbo, what are you thinking about right now?"
"Cock," I replied, unthinkingly, then snapped my mouth shut when I realized my mistake. The damage had already been done. As soon as the word left my mouth, my mind felt a little tingly, my thoughts came a little slower, and my mouth watered as a brief image of getting on my knees and sucking Master's cock played behind my eyes. Oh god. That sounded so nice. So fun. So hot. My eyes fluttered.
"Good girl," he said with a grin. "But I can see you still thinking. Why don't I take care of that, hmm?" He cupped my face, turning my gaze up to meet his. "What does my good girl want to think about?"
I tried to hold back, to stop myself, but all of a sudden his thumb was gliding over my lips, parting them, and it was like once my mouth was open I couldn't help but speak. "Cock."
The effect was even more powerful the second time. A sweet, pink cotton candy cloud was creeping into my brain and I could practically feel my thoughts being overtaken, one by one. It felt so good. For a moment I couldn't remember why I was even fighting this. My gaze went a little hazy as I stared up into his eyes, and a leaned into his touch. I wanted to please him. I wanted his cock. In my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. Wherever he wanted to put it. I needed it so badly.
I didn't even realize my mouth had fallen even further open, until he put his thumb against my tongue and I instinctively sealed my lips around it, sucking it gently.
Master frowned in mock concern as he took his finger back and watched as I moved to chase it. "Are you sure, sweetheart? You don't have anything else you want to think about? No smart girl thoughts you want to share with me?"
I blinked, a little confused as my fuzzy brain tied to catch up. "Cock?"
My expression smoothed out as the pink cloud took more of my mind. I couldn't remember why I was confused earlier. I couldn't remember why I was fighting this. It was hard to think bad thoughts when my head felt this nice and empty. I giggled.
"Cock," I said again because it felt soooo good to say. I was so silly. Cock was the best word there was. I didn't need any other words. This one let me ask for the one thing I really wanted. "Cock, cock, cock."
Master put my hands on my tits and it turned out, cock was even more fun to say while I bounced them. "Cock, cock, cock, cock, cock!"
Master laughed, and that made me feel so good that I giggled too. "That's it, princess, no more thoughts. You're a simple, little toy. You have simple, little thoughts."
I nodded in vapid agreement, as he guided me gently to my knees. When he brought his cock out, my entire world narrowed until all I saw, all I cared about, all I wanted was his cock. I stuck out my tongue and leaned foward, eyes wide and pleading.
"Hkock?" I asked, nearly choking on the word with my tongue out and drooling. I rested my head on his thigh and looked up at him with all the adoration and desperation I felt. "Hkock?"
When he slid his cock past my lips, my brain emptied completely. No thoughts at all. But that was okay. All that needed to be in my head was cock. And Master was taking care of that.
“Baby?” His low rumbling voice rang throughout the living room, calling to her as she puttered around their bedroom, tidying up and putting away the laundry they’d folded earlier.
The sound of movement in the bedroom stopped and her voice called out, “Yeah, babe?”
“Can you bring me my phone? I think I left it on the nightstand.”
She rolled her eyes, glancing at the nightstand to see his phone.
“And why can’t the prince fetch his own device?” she called back, her voice light and teasing.
“Because his royal legs are very, very tired from existing all day,” came the reply, followed by the sound of him shifting on the couch. “Please? I’ll love you forever.”
“You already do,” she said, but she was already moving. She picked up the phone, and walked out of the bedroom, rounding the edge of the couch to stand over him.
“Your phone, Your Highness,” she announced, holding it out. “All hail the king of the couch. Would you like a grape peeled as well? Perhaps a fan to waft cool air upon your royal brow?”
A slow grin spread across his face. He picked up the phone, not looking at it, his gaze fixed on her. “A fan would be excessive. But a peeled grape… now you’re talking. Maybe two.”
She rolled her eyes, the smile on her face softening her action. “You are the laziest man alive. You have legs, don’t you. Functioning ones. I saw you use them to walk to the fridge for a beer twenty minutes ago.”
“That was a heroic journey,” he protested, sitting up a little straighter. “A quest through the perilous wilderness of our kitchen. I needed recovery time. This,” he gestured to his sprawled form, “is strategic recharging.”
“It’s called being a couch potato,” she retorted, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “A lazy, lazy couch potato.”
“You wound me,” he said, placing a hand over his heart. “I’m not lazy. I’m… efficient. I delegated. And you, my lovely, are an excellent delegate.”
“Lazy,” she repeated, drawing the word out, her voice a sing-song tease. “Laaaa-zy.”
Something shifted in his eyes. The playful glint hardened into something more focused, more predatory. The lazy smile didn’t leave his face, but it gained an edge. In one fluid, surprisingly quick motion, he dropped his phone onto the cushion and moved.
It was less of a lunge and more of a controlled surge. His hands shot out, one snagging her wrist, the other wrapping around her waist. A yelp of surprise escaped her lips, half-genuine, half-delighted, as he pulled her off balance. She tumbled onto the couch with a soft oof, and before she could even process the fall, he was over her, his larger body caging her in, his knees on either side of her hips, his hands pinning her wrists gently but firmly into the couch above her head.
“Lazy, am I?” he murmured, his voice a low, intimate vibration that she felt more than heard. He dipped his head, his nose brushing against the sensitive skin just below her ear, and she shivered. “Does a lazy man have the energy to do this because seems to me I just did all the work?”
“Let me up,” she said, but it was breathless, a question more than a demand.
“Why?” he asked, mock curiosity in his tone. He shifted his hips, letting her feel the hard, growing proof of his arousal against her thigh. A hot blush spread across her chest. “You’re exactly where I want you. Where I can look at you.”
His eyes raked over her, a slow, degrading inventory. “My pretty little thing. So small. So weak.”
The words shouldn’t have sent a lightning bolt of wet heat straight to her core, but they did. She whimpered, turning her head to the side, the playful banter fading into a charged atmosphere.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his finger under her chin forcing her back. His gaze was relentless. “You are, you know. Weak. Look at this.”
He released her and, before she could react, took both of her slender wrists in one of his huge hands, pinning them easily above her head. He held them there with absurd, insulting ease.
“I could snap them without trying. And these.” His free hand slid down her side, over the curve of her hip, and gripped her thigh, his fingers nearly meeting around it. He hooked her leg over his hip, opening her further to him. “Meant to be spread. Meant to be held open. For me.”
Humiliation and building arousal gnawed at her stomach. “Stop it,” she whispered, but it lacked conviction.
“Stop?” He chuckled, a dark, velvety sound. “You don’t want me to stop. You’re already wet for me. I can feel it.”
He pushed up her tank top, exposing her. His gaze roved over her body. “Pretty,” he stated, as if assessing an object. “All of you. Pretty and weak and mine. I could do anything I wanted. And you know it, don’t you? That’s why you’re shaking. Not from fear.” He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his voice a filthy whisper. “You’re shaking because you love it. Because you know how perfectly you were made for this. For me.”
He nuzzled her neck, a grotesque parody of affection. “My perfect, pretty little nothing.” He kissed her then, not with tenderness, but with a consuming, dominant hunger that stole the air from her lungs. When he broke away, she was panting, her eyes glazed.
“My perfect, stupid girl,” he cooed, the condescension dripping like honey and poison. “So eager to be used.” To prove his point, he ground his hips down, the hard ridge of his erection pressing insistently against the thin fabric of her shorts and her cotton panties beneath. A broken moan escaped her lips. “See? Your body knows its master. It submits so prettily.”
In one smooth move, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties and peeled them down her legs, discarding them. Before she could even process the cold air on her skin, he was between her legs, his large hands hooking under her knees, pushing them back towards her shoulders, folding her in half. She was split open before him, utterly vulnerable. She struggled weakly, a reflex of modesty, but his hands were like iron bars.
“Uh-uh,” he chided softly. “This is mine. I look when I want.”
And he did. He looked his fill, his dark eyes missing nothing, the flush of her skin, the desperate, slick evidence of her arousal. A low, approving sound vibrated in his chest. “Look at that. Already wet for me. Already begging for it. And I haven’t even touched you yet. Laid out just for me. Your body knows its master, doesn’t it?” She whimpered softly, “No, stop it, please.”
He leaned forward, his breath hot against her inner thigh. “What would you do, baby, if I were a bad man? If I saw a little thing like you, all alone, and decided I wanted to take you?”
She couldn’t speak. She could only stare, wide-eyed, at the predator above her.
“You’d do nothing,” he answered for her, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “Because you couldn’t. You’re too weak. Too small. I could break you so easily.”
He lifted a hand from her thigh, readjusting his grip to keep her splayed open for him using just one arm. His free hand came to cup her pussy, the heat and pressure from his touch making her shudder, a long whimper breaking from her throat.
“See? So weak. So desperate for it. Wouldn’t even be rape, would it? Not when you’re this eager. Your body betrays you, pretty girl. It always will for me.”
He pressed a long, thick finger into her dripping cunt, her folds sucking him in like he’s coming home. Her breath stuttered in a soft moan as he curled his finger, the rough pad of his fingertip pressing just right against the sensitive spongy spot inside of her. A low whine broke from her throat as her back arched into him. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest.
“Please,” she whimpered, the word barely audible.
“Please what?” he asked, his tone conversational, even as he lowered his head. “Please degrade you? Please show you your place?” His tongue, broad and hot, swiped up her center in a long, slow, devastating lick. She cried out, her back arching off the bed. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be put in your place.”
He set a ruthless, precise rhythm, his tongue circling her clit while the thick fingers of one hand rubbed firm, maddening circles just inside her entrance. The other hand remained on her thigh, holding her open, a relentless reminder of her helplessness.
“I… I can’t…” she sobbed, her hands fisting in his hair, not to pull him away, but to anchor herself.
“You can,” he commanded, his voice muffled against her flesh. “You will. For me. You’re dripping for me,” he whispered against her slick flesh, his voice vibrating through her. “My good, weak little girl. Coming apart because your big, mean boyfriend told you to.”
He didn’t let up, his lips wrapping around her throbbing clit, sucking her hard, the lewd sound of his mouth working her over almost drowning out her cries and trembles.
It was the final straw. The coil snapped. A white-hot wave of pleasure crashed through her, violent and total. Her body seized, a silent scream on her lips as she convulsed under his mouth, her vision spotting. He didn’t stop. He lapped at her ruthlessly, drawing out the spasms until they were painful, until she was whimpering, trying to shy away from the overstimulation.
Finally, he lifted his head, his chin glistening. He looked down at her wrecked form with a gaze of pure, arrogant ownership. “Pathetic,” he breathed, but it sounded like a prayer. “So fucking pathetic. One touch and you’re a mess.” He leaned close, his nose brushing hers. “You’re built for this, aren’t you? Built to be taken and used.”
He shifted his weight, his own shorts now pushed down, his heavy erection springing free. He rubbed the thick, blunt head through her slickness, not entering, just torturing her oversensitive flesh. “See how weak you are? Not just your body. This,” he pressed against her, and she whimpered, “This is weak, too. One orgasm and you’re mindless.”
Her shook her head, her eyes glazed with overwhelming sensation as he rubbed his cock across her clit, the friction against her dripping wetness making her nerves spark. “Do you want your big mean boyfriend to fuck this tight, needy cunt?” His words were crude, mean, demeaning but his tone betrayed him. His voice condescending but layered with a tone of awe and reverence.
Her head nods weakly, pleasure clouding her thoughts and eyes. “Use your words, your pretty, brainless girl. Tell me, do you want my cock in your cunt?”
A soft useless sound escapes her before her mouth remembers how to form words. “Y-yes, please, please I want your cock.” The only warning she gets is his dark laugh before he moves. He filled her completely, a stretching, burning fullness that was both punishment and reward.
“See?” he grunted, beginning to move with powerful, deep strokes that shook the couch. “No fight. Just acceptance. My perfect, weak little toy.”
Then his hand came up and wrapped around her throat. Not squeezing, just holding. The threat was absolute. Her eyes flew open, wide with panic and dizzying submission. He leaned down, his pace never faltering, his cock hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars.
“This is how easy it is,” he whispered, his thumb stroking her frantic pulse. “To overpower you. To control you. To break you.” His fingers tightened, just a fraction, cutting off a gasp. The pleasure, the fear, the lack of air, the deep, punishing thrusts, it all fused into a single, unbearable point of sensation. Her mind blanked. She was babbling, half-formed pleas and his name falling from her lips.
“Please… too much… I can’t…”
“You can,” he snarled, his own control fraying. “You will. Again.”
The pressure in her, the intense friction, the terrifying, thrilling dominance of him, it crested and broke. She came with a shattered scream, her body bowing off the couch as a hot gush of fluid escaped her, soaking them both. He groaned, a sound of pure victory, and his hand tightened fully on her throat as his thrusts became erratic, brutal.“Squirting for me,” he rasped, his voice choked. “Making a mess like a… like a broken little slut.”
He felt her clamp down around him and roared, slamming into her one last time as he emptied himself deep inside her, his grip on her throat finally loosening.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of ragged breathing. The mean mask was gone from his face, replaced by a sated, lazy tenderness. He carefully withdrew, gathered her limp, trembling body into his arms, and rearranged them on the sofa so she was curled against his chest, her face buried in the crook of his neck. He pulled a soft blanket over them both.
Slowly, the feeling returned to her limbs, along with a deep, humming aftershock of pleasure. Without a word, she nuzzled closer, her hand coming to rest over the steady, strong beat of his heart. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his arms tightening around her.
Her voice when she finally speaks is layered with a soft laziness, “That was a fair trade for your phone.”
He lets out a huff of a laugh and presses a kiss to her head.
“I love you,” he murmured into her hair, the words a vow, an apology, and a promise, all in one. She believed him. Always.
"I'm sorry, it is your hand, isn't it?" Seona's only response was a choked, whimpery gasp, her eyes silently pleading while she struggled even to draw breath against the arousal so big it seemed to stick in her throat. "Your hand is on the switch," Donald continued, "your hand picked up the toy, and your hand is pressing it to that pretty pink pussy of yours. I really don't see why you need my permission to stop, darling. Unless you don't believe you can think for yourself anymore, hmm? I suppose if you don't really believe you can make your own decisions, you might need help putting down that nice big buzzy toy of yours. Maybe we'll just have to test it."
Seona let out a high, keening wail of arousal, shuddering with ecstasy as she tried to pull the massaging vibrator away from her fully exposed cunt and once again discovered that her hand simply wouldn't obey her mental commands. It wasn't even the physical stimulation that made her so utterly overwhelmed with lust that she couldn't get out more than a choked and whimpery, "Please!" out before the pleasure bore down on her again with thought-crushing force. It was the knowledge that Donald had really done it, that he'd hypnotized her into taking off her panties and spreading her legs and helplessly, relentlessly masturbating for him. It was the revelation of her own vulnerability that turned her on, even as it mortified her. And it wouldn't stop.
And he knew exactly how to get to her, too. "What was that?" he asked, reaching out to give her a gentle pat on the leg right where her socks met bare skin. "You'll need to use your words like a big girl, darling. Just tell me the hypnosis worked, tell me you can't think for yourself and you can't stop playing with your pussy until I give you permission, and then tell me you don't really want to be masturbating right now. It's that simple." He paused, his expression theatrically perplexed, and then raised an eyebrow in comical surprise as if the thought had only just occurred to him. "Unless you're too horny to talk, I suppose. But you'd have to be a real slut for that."
Seona's brain skipped and stuttered for a good few minutes after that, her eyes rolling back in her head first from the orgasm that ripped through her muddled brain on being called a slut, then from the second orgasm that slammed into her from her own mortified embarrassment at how turned on she got from being degraded like that, and finally from the overwhelming climax she received when she pictured what she must look like to Donald with her tits out and her legs spread and her trembling lips barely even able to form a single word of coherent speech anymore. He was right about her, he was right about everything, and all she could do was grunt and whimper and stare at him in meek, helpless deference once she finally got her gaze back under control.
"See how easy it was?" he murmured to her, stroking the back of his hand along Seona's smooth, pale inner thigh while he fixed her with a penetrating look and let his calm, measured tones demonstrate the contrast between them. "You're already broken, darling. You're already mine, and all it took was just showing you who you truly were. Who you're always going to be. You're my weak, horny slut, and you'll always want more of this, won't you?" Seona tried to gasp out a denial, even though she no longer believed it herself. But all that escaped her lips was another choked and strangled moan, and she came again when she realized exactly how pathetic she had to sound to her new Master.
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Something changed when Nathan entered the room, a subtle shift in the atmosphere that felt like two chunks of plutonium coming together to hit criticality. Her pussy began to tingle with warm, wet lust as she stared at the six men… oh god, six fucking men, there were six of them here and that instinctively meant something to Shauna even though she didn't know what… and watched them stare right back at her with an expectant expression on their faces. She only realized what they were waiting for when she heard herself mutter, "Wow, we've got enough for a gangbang, don't we?" in a dazed and muzzy voice that made her sound like she'd somehow gotten stoned out of her gourd in only the last few seconds.
It didn't exactly feel like a weed high, though. It felt purer, like someone had managed to distill out all the physical aspects of intoxication and left behind only the dumb, drowsy pleasure that thrummed away in the back of Shauna's mind. That pleasure only intensified as Bill helped her up onto the dining room table, all her muddled thoughts of an expected meal fading into the background as hands reached out to caress her from all sides. She hadn't come here to eat dinner, Shauna sluggishly realized. She came here because something small and insistent at the base of her brain was responding to a suggestion she didn't even remember receiving, and it was just waiting for enough guys to show up to finally make itself manifest.
And now that it had… oh. Ohhh wow. Shauna's mind sank into sensation with effortless ease, her eyes slipping shut so she could focus on each and every individual caress as it combined with all the others to overwhelm her completely. There were hands pushing up her skirt and hands pulling down her panties and hands groping her heavy tits the moment they were scooped out of her little black cocktail dress, and Shauna felt more alive than she ever could have imagined as the attention of every man in the room centered on getting a handful of their prize possession. She finally remembered being hypnotized then, but she couldn't be upset about it. Who could possibly be upset about something that felt this good?
The constant teasing made her so wet that by the time the first cock sank into her it met no resistance at all. Shauna's pussy clenched around it with desperate urgency, arousal making her ache to be fucked, but it still slid so smoothly and easily into her slick cunt that the thrust bottomed out inside her without even so much as a moment of discomfort. She… ohhhh, fuck, she existed to be used like this, she was made for men to grope and squeeze and fill and fuck, and the hypnotic programming looming inside her brain like a constant fixture of her mental landscape erased any doubt that she was thinking metaphorically. She was literally made for this. Men took her and made her into this. And god, did that make her so fucking wet to finally understand.
Her cunt was sloppy with jizz by the time the fifth man entered her, so slick with pearly fluids that they gushed out around the edges of his shaft with every thrust, and Shauna's face was similarly glazed with semen from the spurting cocks she'd pleasured with her mouth. But with six men, each of them saving up their stamina in anticipation of this evening and all of them getting plenty of time to recover between bouts of fucking, Shauna knew the evening still wasn't even close to over… and her deep self looked forward to every last gush of sticky cum wherever it landed.
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I want to be sooo sure I'm gonna top a boy. I'll be flirting playing with being a general asshole so I can rile him up but then he absolutely dominates me. I want to be kissing his neck and circling my fingers around his hole before he grabs my neck and pushes me to the bed. I want to be taken completely off guard before he growls at me to shut up as he smashes his fingers into my cunt. I want to be grasping and moaning as he sneers at me for even trying to top him while I know he's in charge. I want to cum so hard and fast that I have to beg for more. I want to look me in the eyes and call me a dumb dog before he flips me on my stomach and does it again.
Want pretty boy on my lap so bad !! Just want them sat like the pretty little doll he is, all soft and laid against my chest. Warm sweatshirt hitching up just like his breath is as I run my fingertips along his tummy.
See how he squirms, how he feels when my arms squeeze a bit around their waist. See if he makes any pretty sounds for me, you'll let me hear any sounds you make? Even if they're embarrassing and match my own, you'll let me hear won't you my love?
"You'll let me touch you gentle here? I promise I'll be good, baby. I just wanna make you feel good, I'll let you hold my hands as I go on, just tell me if you want it my angel", as my hands hover above the curve where his tummy falls to their hips. As I can't help but give a shy bite to join the mess of kisses along his neck.
Pup who seeks validation and attention 24/7 from his boyfriend because he's insecure and scared that he might leave. Having some attachment issues because of his past of friends leaving and 0 experience in relationships. Always dressing up cutely to impress and get praises from his boyfriend.
Of course, he saw right through his pup. So he acted out and decided to make alll those thoughts go away.
Pounding his pup’s cute, little, virgin pussy, clit puffy and swollen from how much attention it was getting. Driving into him thrust after thrust, bruising his cervix until he was full with his virile seed.
“See how much I love you? So silly of y’to think I'd leave this pussy.. even for y’first time, yer taking me s’well, doll." He coos in his pup’s ear, watching him try to squirm away but failing miserably from how weak his legs were. Whining in response, eyes glazing with tears, body flushed and thoughts fucked out of his head. He’ll keep going until you can't speak or think of him leaving you ever again.
The feeling that the smartest boy you know turns into a brainless mutt when he’s around you is ughhh.
Knowing he trusts you enough to give in and let you fuck his pretty little brains out, tease him, grope him, mark his soft pretty body, humiliate him like the dumb puppy slut he really is feels intoxicating.
He deserves praise for being such a hard working puppy, his poor little head needs a break from such big responsibilities.
Collaring him, smothering him in attention and praise to the point where his first instinct is to drop to his knees as soon as he gets through the door is, well, the best thing to do really.
Hey! You wanna get fucked up for me? I mean like really fucked up. I want to completely obliterate your brain, and it would be so fucking fun! Right? Soooo, what you say? Want to corrupt yourself into oblivion for me?
I think it would be a really good look on you! Drooling, pathetic, needy, desperate, broken; just another dirty addicted whore for me to use. You would do that for me?
Wouldn't you?
Please?
I was wondering if you have any favorite hypnotist
thanks, darling 💕! I was already planning on writing a more detailed post on it soon post about it soon...but since you asked...
just like off the top of my head, for audio hypnosis, I have a preference for voices with texture and character rather than text-to-speech personally (probably the voice kink hehe). my hands-down favorite is definitely @miym22. he's not super active on here on Tumblr but he's most active on his Patreon and has a very regular upload schedule. free files on Literotica and Soundgasm for a lil taste. "Good Girl The Snap" is an oldie but a classic and totes probably the best place to start. Not too much bimbo-specific content but like great for traditional subby hypnosis and looots of great mindless edging files(even better ones behind the paywall 😉).
for text hypnosis, I've really enjoyed the work of @jsx2022 and @postdroppermind for what I call like "wordy mind break" which is my favorite kind of text induction - covert hypnosis, confusion, and lots of visualization. cuz like, too many words slows down my lil brain y'know? I also like the hypnotic writings of @masterbynight for basically any kind of Daddy flavor you could ask for and kind of initially inspired my idea for color-coding my posts with like a system in mind.
It's been a few weeks now, and you don't know how to explain it to anyone nor you're not even sure yourself what and how it is happenning. But it's real, though you're memory of it has always been cloudy. You recall a few details here and there but you're hoping, hoping so bad that they're false memories. Cause who would believe you that someone calls you on your phone and orders you around and you tried to resist but it's like your body has a mind of it's own.
The voice is too enthralling, too nice, and too hypnotizing even. First, it started asking you easy questions like "How was your day? What are you wearing? Can you take off your underwear?". You wanted to resist answering, but you find yourself happier and your mind lighter everytime you answer them politely, and every order they give you make you squirm and excited.
The orders started escalating, from telling you to walk around your house naked when you were alone, then telling you to go out with a vibe under your clothes. It's humiliating. What makes it worse is they find it amusing, you can hear the satisfied tone in their voice, everytime you follow their order. Before, you find it annoying that they are having fun while you have no choice but following them, but now, you crave the compliments they give you everytime.
You're sitting on your bed naked, waiting for their next call. They usually call you at this time, when they know you're alone. You don't know how they found informations about you, but you don't really care at this point.
Ring. Ring. Ring. (You picked up right away.)
Did you have fun today, doll? Yes, Master.
(A switch in your brain flicked as soon as you heard their voice.)
Do you know what you're going to do today? No, Master.
First, let's get you ready. (You nod waiting for further instructions.)
Don't be stupid and answer properly. Sorry, Master. Yes, Master.
Now. DOWN. LEAK. DROOL. ( Your legs suddenly gave out. You feel yourself get wet and horny quickly.Your mouth gaping, tongue out, drool uncontrollably falling on your sheets.)
Good. Now, show me how you edge yourself dumb. (Your hands started as ordered and you can feel your mind turn to mush. You can hear yourself say incoherent words.)
Suddenly, your computer opposite your bed opened and it shows yourself right now as you are lost in bliss. Panicked. You tried to stop touching and you tried to cover yourself up. But, thats only in your head. Your body continues moving as you stare yourself in fear watching waves of pleasure in your eyes.
Master, what... what's happening? Please make it stop.
You don't remember? I ordered you to set it up this way for tonight. That's why you're naked in front of your computer cam when it usually isnt even in this position.
I made it so you can see how you look when you lose your mind.
Don't you like how pretty you are right now?
DAZE. (Your body stopped touching itself and it started shaking as if you're cumming, but you only feel like you're on the edge the whole time.)
These programmed words in your head, which you don't even remember when they thought you what they're for, is taking control over your mind.
Master, please let me cum... I'm begging you... Nggghh. I can't take this anymore.
Not right now. Not yet sweetie.
DEEP SLEEP. (You couldn't even fight it and your eyes shut deeply and your mind completely floating. You're unconscious but not truly. You are ready to be programmed again. )
At the same time next week, you will prepare all the toys I ordered you to buy. You will go at this place I'll tell you and wait naked for my call. And, most importantly, you will leave the door unlocked. You will not remember this, but you know what you need to do. This time, you will hear my voice directly, and it will make you a hundred times more sensitive with each word I say.
