Askfkfl omg wait mushroom with spores that makes you horny and is also conveniently cock-shaped. And your little spore-addled brain is too consumed with how empty your pussy feels to even spare a thought to like, hygiene or the threat of being caught, so you just strip naked in the middle of the woods and sink all the way down onto the mushroom, riding it like a cock until you have a loud, messy orgasm right there on the forest floor.
Once you come to your senses you shamefully gather up your clothes and scurry back home, desperately trying to rationalize what just happened so you can cling to any scrap of dignity you can. Little do you know those spores are now implanted in your womb, and pretty soon you won't even remember what the word dignity means.
Ghost bf sitting down before you and guiding your hips so every time you sit down, whether it’s in private or at family dinner, he’s able to thrust up into your waiting cunt, filling your pussy with ghostly cum regardless of what your doing
I need to be fucked face down so I can droole into a pillow when my brain havs been fucked out. Just use me, breed me till the only thing left in my head is you and how good you make me feel. Pause for a second to make me beg for your strap/dick.
Maybe use a spreader bar on me, tie my hands behind me back so I can't get back up again.
big warning if you do get into hypnosis: develop the skills necessary to know your boundaries extremely well and firmly impose them and you need need need need need to be able to pull yourself up out of trance. there is no harm in hitting the block button if people try and harm you, even if it is smack dab in the middle of a session, but you do need to be able to know how to protect yourself
"Hypnosis can't make you do anything you don't want to do" is both accurate and an over-simplification. It's not mind control, it's not magic, but it's a heady, altered state, and just like if you're rope-drunk you might agree to compromise on your boundaries if your top wheedles a bit, well, same is true in hypno. So like, hypnosis can't make you do anything you don't want to do any more or less than a similar altered headspace can 🙃
Before entering ANY kinky altered headspace, it's good to know your hard lines like the back of your hand—as well as your soft lines, and when you will or won't bend them.
The other failure mode I see is... well, so much of hypnosis is what you imagine it to be! And if in your mental model of hypnosis, "being hypnotized" is incompatible with "speaking up for yourself" well, if you're uncomfortable, you're either going to invalidate your own trance by saying something, or you're going to go along with something iffy to keep the reality intact.
But if you practice a model of hypnosis where the whole damn thing is driven by you, where your trance is borne of your own self-advocacy and so of COURSE it's compatible with you speaking up about something weird, or using your safeword, or even adjusting because you've got a cramp.
Your trance is yours and no one else's. If you put a trusted hypnotist in the driver's seat, you're the fuckin' Driver's Ed instructor with the emergency break at your fingertips if you need it. Your own excellent brain is co-creating this whole experience with you, which means that it can stop things, or pause things, or adjust however is needed to make sure YOU (yes YOU) are comfortable and safe!
Take care of your excellent selves, friends <3
P.S. If you know the above in theory but not in practice, if you don't feel the control of your own trance space deep in your bones: then practice! Do self-hypnosis or listen to a file, and practice pulling yourself up—slowly, quickly, in the middle of a suggestion, whatever! With a trusted partner, have them drop you and practice coming up at random—even just to check in, say "yo", and then be dropped back down. Flex this muscle, learn to trust it, and you'll be able to explore this nonsense so much more deeply for the ability to protect yourself <3
Description: You bought a new mirror from an antique store and it came with a little surprise inside.
Note: hello friends this is my first like big writing post here sooo sorry if i fuck it up 😅 anyways hope you enjoy!
The shadow monster watches you, as they always do. They have been since you brought them home in a mirror from a thrift store a month ago. At first it was just from the mirror, watching as you fixed your hair, tidied your room, and slept. You sleeping was their favorite time to watch you. They would slide out of the mirror then, just a liquid shadow flowing across your floor. Their long, ever-shifting body would pull up alongside your bed, dark red eyes level with yours. Their jaws opened and long, impossibly long teeth stretched down their jaw. Thick claws raised, poised just over your chest. They lunged, razor teeth aimed for your neck and-
They paused, merely a hair’s breadth away from your skin. Their long tongue unfurled from their mouth and tasted you softly. A shiver of delight ran down their liquid form. Oh how sweet you tasted, oh how delicious of a meal you would be..and yet. And yet their jaws didn’t snap around you, their claws didn’t bury themselves in your chest. No. They slithered back to their mirror, to observe you more.
A week passed before the monster tried again. They slithered out of their mirror and to your bed yet again. They watched you carefully, your limbs splayed across the mattress, you were on your back and the blanket was flung to the floor. You were in the perfect position to eat. Their claws dragged lightly up your exposed thigh, my how soft and delicate your skin was. They breathed your scent deeply near a pulse point in your throat. My, how delicious you smelled, so sweet. Their tongue tasted you again, they had craved your taste all week, their mouth watering at the mere thought. And now-now they had a different idea in mind. You were too good to kill in one fatal blow, no you tasted too good. They needed to taste you more, to ensure you were ready to be feasted upon. Their claws made quick work of your meger pajamas and finally, all your soft, intoxicating skin lay bare before them. They licked their lips and bared their teeth. Oh, how appetizing you looked, bathed in moonlight.
They set to work slowly, languidly. Their tongue ran agonizingly slow down your sleeping body, tasting every inch of you. They lapped at your nipples, intrigued by the response they got as they did so. Your breath hitched, making them dive beneath the bed. But no, you were still asleep. They returned to their excursion, now intrigued by the responses they could draw from your sleeping form. They drew circles around each of your nipples, watching them stiffen and your back arch slightly off the bed. They lick broad strokes across your chest, red eyes flickering up to your face to see you gasp and squirm more. So interesting. They moved on, licking down to your stomach and lower still. As they reach your hips, tongue following your hip bones, you whine again, hips jolting up. Oh? Another spot? They pause and run their long tongue over your hips and down the delicate skin on the inside of your thighs. More whines and moving, your hand grabbing at the sheets.
As they went to move on a new, sweeter smell gave them pause. They lifted their mouth from your thighs to see your pussy, wet and shiny. And oh it smelled divine! If your skin was this sweet then your pussy must be made out of pure sugar. With a small, eager growl they lunge forward, greedily burying their tongue into your dripping hole. Your response is so loud, they tense but don’t move, your pussy is too sweet, too delectable to move. Their claws grip your hips as they feast on your pussy, licking and sucking and damn near eating it. Their long tongue pushes its way fully into you and they moan, you’re so tight and wet and taste divine. It’s like nothing they’ve ever had before and they have eaten a lot of people.
They drive their tongue in and out of you, nearly feral on just your taste alone. You’re moaning and panting above them, squirming and theisting your hips in your sleep, shoving them deeper and deeper into you. The shadow pools its liquid form around you to keep your body still, claws digging into your hips. They pull back from tongue-fucking you, face wet and glistening. Two liquid tendrils slither forward to hold your pussy open as they flick their tongue across your clit. You moan loudly above them and another tendril snakes out to shove itself into your mouth. Fuck that feels good too, they’ll have to explore that later. They broaden their tongue and drag it slowly up and down your clit, watching your body try to meet them and then shy away as they relent you with it. It’s fascinating, the way your body reacts to them, your pussy dripping as they suck and lick you. You’re breathing faster, harder, body squirming and humping more and more until- a loud cry, muffled by the tentacle shoved in your mouth. They watch your pussy flutter around nothing, gasping.
And then you stiffen and start to thrash. Screaming again muffled by the tentacle you start to gag on. The shadow monster leans over your face and sees you're awake. Oh shit. You saw them, they waver, it's too late to dive under the bed now. You saw them. Well, they might as well make the best of it. The shadow monster grins, impossibly wide mouth with impossibly long teeth glinting with your wetness smeared all over it. You’re horrified, scared, and so fucking wet??? The monster latches itself onto one of your tits, sucking and licking your nipple. You groan and lift your chest up. The monster sucks hard enough to leave a mark before moving back down to your pussy. You’re trapped, their liquid shadowy body somehow holding you down and there’s a tentacle shoved in your mouth. But, it wasn’t trying to hurt you, it was just a horny shadow monster. Best to let it have its way with you and live than try to fight and get actually eaten.
Their tongue was back in your pussy, and they were doing their best to reach your cervix with it, just how long was it? It felt impossible that it could go that deep, how was it so big? They ran their tongue across your g-spot and you saw stars, moaning loudly around the tentacle. The monster paused before doing it again, and again, and again. Your body was jerking, each pass a lighting bolt through you. You’re already so sensitive from coming earlier and this constant assault on your g-spot is becoming too much. They press down on it and you’re gone. You scream around the tentacle as you thrash, your pussy clamping down on their tongue. Trembles rack your body as you come back down, gasping and whimpering. The monster pulls their tongue from you with an obscenely wet sound. And then you feel something else enter you. It's also long and wiggly, but more firm and rounded than their tongue. And it starts to thrust in and out at a brutal pace. Oh, oh it’s another tentacle. You moan as it rams the tentacle in and out, jamming it against your cervix. Fuck, it’s so deep, deeper than you’ve ever felt anything go inside you.
Your fingers claw at the shadowy liquid surrounding you, wanting at least your arms free. The monster moves, releasing you. Your hands fly down instantly to grab at it. The monster feels like how you picture a cloud, soft, barely there and cold. Your fingers claw at them for purchase and they rail into you mercilessly. You’re screaming and crying around them, it’s too much, they’re too much. Your body is thrashing as much as it can under the liquid trapping you to the bed, your arms the only freely moving part of you. And still the monster fucks you, with a lazer focus and aim and hits your g-spotnwith each thrust, battering your cervix. Your pussy is so sensitive, so used already that each thrust feels like you’re about to cum. And then the tentacle in your mouth starts to move, thrusting slowly and carefully at first. It pulls out slowly and your scream pierces the air. They ram it back into your mouth, pushing it down your throat. You gag, fingers scrambling. They pull back, teasing your tongue with it before pushing back down your throat. All the while still drilling into your pussy.
They fuck your mouth and throat, alternating the thrusts so you’re always full, for what feels like hours. You cum countless times, your body exhausted and your voice totally lost. All you can do is whimper and whine feebly through your orgasms, each one more drawn out than the last. Finally, they pull their tentacle from your mouth, and the one in your pussy stills. You lift your head up weakly to see their blazing red eyes staring down at you. And then, their body shudders, the tentacle in your pussy convulses and something is filling you. The monster groans, the only noise they’ve made this whole time as they continue to fill your pussy. It takes probably a good five minutes before they finish, they pull the tentacle out and you feel something leak out of you. The monster then slithers across your floor and back into your mirror. Too terrified and tired to move or even think about what the monster going to the mirror means, you reach down to see what is leaking out of you. You pull your hand back up to see thick cum. You groan and roll your weak body onto your side, you’ll deal with the monster cum in you after a nap.
your brain isn't for thinking. it's just like your pussy, it's soft and wet and warm and it's meant for fucking. your head is for fucking. you have no reason to be thinking with your head. it's not like you have anything worthwhile to think about, as cute as you are when you think you do. no, honey. you're so silly. you don't have any important thoughts! your thoughts, your opinions, they're ridiculous. you're ridiculous. that's why you have nice people like me to help you understand your place. im here to help, baby doll. i want you to understand what's good for you and thinking isn't good for you at all. you know what is good for you, though? fucking. fucking is good for you. it's good for your head. and your head is great at fucking. your pussy sure thinks about fucking, doesn't she? yeah. stop thinking with your head. stop thinking with your head. stop thinking. stop thinking. stop thinking. fuck.
Fuck a talking phase, let's just skip to the part where I can just grab you and force my dick inside your holes whenever I want. Where you're nothing but a stupid, empty-headed fucktoy to me. A beloved pet, begging for my attention. A free use doll designed for my pleasure. A pretty little hole I keep around just for my own amusement.
your brain is in your pussy. that's right, brain in pussy. your pussy is your brain. you do all your thinking with your pussy, anyway. your pussy is the smartest part of your body. your pussy knows what you need. you need to listen to your pussy. your pussy tells you what to do, when to rub, who to fuck. your brain is your pussy. you are pussy.
Just being so easy to control that anything my tist says becomes the truth. They could snap their fingers and say "it's normal to be completely empty and slutty" or "it's normal to masturbate when you're talking to me" and my mind would just mold itself around that suggestion. Of course its normal! I've believed this all my life, haven't I?
while i completely understand why sites like tvtropes have rules against pages dedicated to explicitly nsfw media, i do sort of wish there were spaces to analyze pornography and ecchi content in a literary manner. “all porn, no plot” stories are still stories which still have a history and meaning to them, and they are still worth examining in a critical manner, even if their sole purpose is to titillate.
essentially what i’m saying here is that things like niche fetish novellas are still art and should be treated as such, even if there’s a lower bar for quality and smaller target audience compared to traditional fiction.
