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As a man old enough to remember seeing this movie in the theatres...I approve!
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leia organa
As a man old enough to remember seeing this movie in the theatres...I approve!
Chantal's Lucky Morning
"Oh! Um, h-hi, ma'am. I mean, um, hello, Mistress." Chantal could feel her cheeks prickling with the heat of her discombobulated blush, even though thankfully her light brown skin hid most of it. She looked over at the tray of fruits and vegetables she'd been cutting, utterly mortified by her lack of progress and the general state of disarray--Mistress Elodie almost never came down to the kitchen, preferring to take her breakfast in bed, and to have her lone visit come when Chantal was only halfway through preparing her meal and everything was still a total mess left the brainwashed submissive feeling totally unprepared and inadequate. She knew Mistress didn't go in for punishments, greatly preferring the superior conditioning power of rewards, but Chantal knew she deserved a good spanking right now.
But Mistress didn't seem remotely bothered by the apple peelings on the cutting board or the half-finished state of her breakfast tray. "I woke up feeling extra horny this morning," she purred, scooting herself up onto the marble counter and spreading her legs to reveal a flushed, slick cunt that instantly made Chantal's mouth water. "Decided it just couldn't wait until breakfast. You don't mind helping me out, do you, pretty girl? Only I'm afraid the other pets are a tiny bit wrung out after last night, and I didn't have the heart to wake them." She might as well have been asking if Chantal minded having a second Christmas this year, and the slender young woman practically stumbled in her haste to dart over and plant her face between those pale pink thighs.
She looked up at Mistress as she began to lick, desperate for approval but intuitively understanding that it would be worse than useless to interrupt her cunnilingus to ask how she was doing, but the soft moan issuing from Elodie's lips instantly answered her wordless plea. "Oh, fuck I needed that," Elodie sighed, hooking one leg over Chantal's shoulder and resting her foot on Chantal's naked ass. "God, you have no idea how fucking turned on it makes you being surrounded by horny brainwashed sluts all the fucking time." Chantal absolutely knew, because she was also surrounded by horny brainwashed sluts and her conditioning prevented her from so much as touching them or herself without permission, but she didn't want to contradict her Mistress so her mind quickly accommodated the implied suggestion. Of course Elodie was right. Elodie was always right.
But even though Chantal was denied any kind of release, there were other pleasures that only months of hypnosis and deep mental reprogramming could unveil, and soon she was floating in a kind of languid, drifting ecstasy at the notion that she was pleasing her Mistress. Every twitch of Elodie's cunt, every clenching spasm of her pussy lips made Chantal feel like she was drifting in a cloud of some euphoric mist, and soon she was getting high on just the concept of making Elodie cum again and again until her musk coated Chantal's whole face. Eating out her Mistress every morning at breakfast always left her desperate for more, and so to get it in this wholly unexpected fashion was a kind of joy she could barely even fit into her head, let alone express, and she was grateful her tongue was so preoccupied because she would probably have tripped over it thanking Elodie if given the chance.
When it finally ended, Chantal had a glassy-eyed smile and her head felt like a balloon floating somewhere near the ceiling, and she barely even heard Elodie saying, "That should tide me over for now. But do hurry up with breakfast, won't you?" Thankfully, though, the wonderful part of being a hypnotized toy was that Chantal didn't need to think in order to obey, and she was soon finishing up her tasks with desperate haste in the hopes of getting to her Mistress's chambers before any of the other pets awoke. Because when it came to pleasing Elodie, Chantal could never be truly sated.
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Deleting Debbie
"Do you know why you're in this chair?" Frank asked, and Debbie discovered with a sense of numb despair that she absolutely did. He'd walked her into this room and told her to sit down, he'd instructed her to slide her hands and feet into the cuffs that held her pinned and naked for his appraising gaze, and she'd done all that without even the slightest hint of resistance to the commands in either her mind or body. Because their months of play had made her so susceptible to suggestions that she did whatever she was told like a good submissive slut, and she knew from hours of Frank's teasing touch and his roleplay scenarios just what he wanted to do to a brainwashed slut like her even if he always framed it as a fun fantasy.
It wasn't fantasy anymore. "I'm going to erase you," he said, pressing the head of a massaging vibrator to Debbie's pussy lips without even waiting for an answer. "I'm going to delete your old self, every last thought and memory she might have had, and you're going to become my full-time, live-in, mindless fuckdoll for my own personal pleasure. You're going to reinforce your programming with weed, edging and hypnosis to keep you too dumb and happy to wonder why you don't have any memories, and I'm just going to use your holes whenever I want to. And you're too helpless to stop me now, aren't you, sweetie pie?" Debbie shuddered in the restraints, the numb certainty in the pit of her stomach deepening as she realized he hadn't locked her into the chair to prevent her from escaping. He did it to emphasize what they both already knew--she was far too brainwashed to get out of his clutches now.
Had he been playing the long game this entire time? Had all those scenes, all that meticulous framework of safewords and boundaries they established together been just a trick to lull her into trusting him so the hypnosis would worm its way deeper into her mind and render her that much more vulnerable to this final, fatal stroke to the very core of her identity? A guttural grunt of pleasure escaped Debbie's lips as she strained against the buzzing toy, her cunt now so conditioned to find subjugation a source of arousal that it made even this final realization of Frank's betrayal into something like porn to her brainwashed mind. "That's right, pretty slut, you're not even going to try to fight it," Frank murmured, and she knew with glassy-eyed conviction that he was right.
"Just focus on a memory for me, honey, find the single clearest and strongest and most important memory to your old self and picture the pleasure crumbling it away." Debbie tried not to, but one of the things that made her such a good hypnotic subject in the first place was her vivid imagination and she could easily see in her head the image of her eighth birthday slowly eroding into orgasmic bliss under the constant stimulation of the buzzing toy. "You're going to imagine the pleasure spreading from there, eating away at your past until it's all gone, and when you can't think of a single second before you sat down in this chair you're going to cum very hard and say to me, 'I'm your blank slate, Master.'" He emphasized his words with careful, diligent stimulation of her pussy… and Debbie already knew there was only one way this could possibly end.
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Imploring their colleagues across the aisle to be mindful of how the highly charged language might elevate national tensions, congressional Republicans urged Democrats Tuesday to tone down the rhetoric they used to quote President Donald Trump verbatim. “Temperatures are running high, and the last thing we need are hotheaded Democrats spewing hateful, inflammatory statements sourced directly from the president’s speeches,” said Speaker of the House Mike Johnson (R-LA), adding that there was already enough political violence in the country without stoking it further by taking words right out of the president’s mouth and repeating them in public.
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Stephanie Michelle
Recently I’ve been asked questions by a couple of novice hypno subs
And as they covered much the same area I thought I should FAQ them.
If your hypnotist…
Did something they knew you didn’t want
Did something you had told them you didn’t want to try
Told you they would do something and actually did something else
Told you they would take a trigger out and didn’t
Put suggestions in designed to increase their control without discussing this with you
Put suggestions in designed to stop others being able to give you tranceplay without discussing this with you
Knowingly pushed your hard limits
Ignored your safe word
Did something to prevent you giving your safe word
Then YOU ARE NOT A BAD PERSON TO FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, END THE SESSION, RESIST, OR BREAK THE SUGGESTION.
What has happened, in fact, is that THEY HAVE TRIED TO PULL SOME SERIOUS SHIT ON YOU.
And our community shouldn’t be doing this or letting others do this.
When this shows up in my notes I tend to reblog it again.
Psych – 6.04: The Amazing Psych-Man & Tap Man, Issue #2
Imploring their colleagues across the aisle to be mindful of how the highly charged language might elevate national tensions, congressional Republicans urged Democrats Tuesday to tone down the rhetoric they used to quote President Donald Trump verbatim. “Temperatures are running high, and the last thing we need are hotheaded Democrats spewing hateful, inflammatory statements sourced directly from the president’s speeches,” said Speaker of the House Mike Johnson (R-LA), adding that there was already enough political violence in the country without stoking it further by taking words right out of the president’s mouth and repeating them in public.
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Amber Alena
Okay sure. It's probably "unethical" to brainwash a girl so deeply that her own internal sense of identity revolves around devotion to me and nothing else. Sure, it's "unethical" to make little audio files for her to play that reinforce the aforementioned brainwashing whenever I'm not physically with her. To have her so irrevocably marked by my presence that she views everything in the world through the lens of whether it would please me or not. However
However it'd be really fun and she'd look adorable with her sense of self replaced by a need to obey me. And I should kiss her about it because she'll get all weak in the knees and stay up late at night thinking about how it felt to have me that close, spending the entire time repeating a prayer-esque mantra and whimpering over how lovely it feels to deepen her own devotion. Plus it'll feel really good, and she wants to be controlled anyway. Well. At the very least she'll believe that soon enough.
I love that Leverage really goes out of it’s way to show us that just because you break the ‘rules’, it doesn’t mean you’re breaking the rules. Rules and laws and society are all made up, at the end of the day, and all you really have is your own moral compass and sense of justice; is this just to you? Is it right? Should it be OK for companies to put people in insurmountable debt for the rest of their lives just because our medical care is so expensive in this modern day and age? No law or rule should change what you know in your heart is right and wrong, and I think that’s the key thing that makes someone a good person in my eyes.
#there was a time when parker wouldn’t have noticed, #not because she lacked the capacity to care, #but because she had narrowed herself, #to stay alive she cut off as many unnecessary things as possible, #watching her get them all back, #is one of the glories of this show (via @seananmcguire)
Leverage hands down has the best character development I’ve ever seen.
This scene hit me like a brick. My parents were hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt when I was 16 bc I’d had cancer the year before (my treatment ended up being free but the initial ER bills and such were not).
But somewhere along the line they just… Disappeared. My mom says they’re not being paid and they’re not in collections. It’s almost as if someone out there did…exactly what Parker did.
Ever since I saw this the first time, I’ve imagined it was Parker doing it. That she and Hardison had a free weekend and decided to take it out on a collections agency. That I was one of the lucky ones who got a little Leverage.
Okay but like yeah, that is actually a thing that happens, albeit not exactly like this. I don’t remember the exact process but basically there’s a booming industry to sell peoples debt - the business you owe money to sells it to someone else for a fraction of the money owed, wipes their hands of the whole affair, and now whoever bought your debt is riding your ass to get you to give the money to the. But it’s also entirely possible for people to just… buy up massive amounts of debt for pennies on the dollar, and then just. Forgive it. Because capitalism is a living nightmare, but the system is broken enough that it’s possible to exploit it for good sometimes.
Like, the main reason I know about this is because John Oliver did a piece on debt buying a few years ago, and ended it by revealing that he’d bought 15 million dollars worth of medical debt just so he could forgive all of it. Both to expose how broken the system was because some random fucker like him could buy millions of dollars in peoples debt with zero regulations, and also just to take the record for biggest TV giveaway in history.
A charity where you can do this, right here.
Be Parker! Be somebody else’s Leverage!
Reblogging for the website.
yes! if you want to help with the medical debt crisis in the US and have some extra money please donate to RIP Medical Debt if you can. They’re completely legit and really do what they say - you really CAN relieve an incredible amount of debt for the needy with even a small donation. I’m a monthly donor and receive a quarterly report of the debt they’ve abolished, and it truly is amazing. Based on those reports the average amount of debt abolished per person is actually I would say about $600 - which means, if you’re doing the math, that with a $6 donation to RIP Medical Debt, you can potentially pull one person out of a poverty spiral - maybe even one family. For six dollars. that’s a pretty good deal, I think.
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Rose Hart
I love it when media fucks up the wording of the Rasputin disclaimer and ends up with shit like "any resemblance to people or locations living or dead is coincidental". I'd love to know what committing libel against a dead location would entail.
Fuck the Fiesta Mall in Mesa, AZ. I heard it ate someone once.
this sea sucks shit. it doesnt even have any scrolls im sure
#Sorry what do you mean “rasputin disclaimer” (via @big-condiments-official)
For once I'm not actually doing a bit; those "any resemblance to real persons living or dead" disclaimers genuinely exist because of Rasputin.
(In brief, the 1932 MGM Studios film Rasputin and the Empress is a dramatisation of the life and times of Grigori Rasputin which is partially adapted from the personal memoirs of Felix Yusupov, one of the principal conspirators responsible for Rasputin's assassination. The film, which was heavily marketed as being based on real events, falsely claims that Rasputin fucked Yusupov's wife, Princess Irina Alexandrovna. As both Yusupov and Princess Irina were still alive at the time, they jointly sued MGM for libel – and won. This is actually, literally the reason the practice of including those disclaimers was taken up.)
Ra Ra Rasputin Life adapted to the screen But doing so they slandered a prince Ra Ra Rasputin Felix hatched a legal scheme And MGM was thoroughly rinsed