Deeper Now

Finally a place to rest 24 | Genderqueer

[mindchangetheseventh]

I shouldnt encourage it even more.

I know I shouldnt.

From a moral point of view.

And yet, I have my own view right now.

That includes seeing her having know idea what I am talking about just to then be dropped into trance by her own cunt.

It is like a trigger in a way, yes.

But then, her own cunt, a part of her own body, has so much control to already drop her into trance.

Which means it has access to her mind already.

Already playing around in there without her knowing.

Or at least without her realizing.

What other changes are possibles like that?

Some I make, some makes her cunt.

Only just saying that makes me even more aroused and stretches my pants even more.

All of these thoughts while seeing her.

With her legs spread, open and dripping.

And I didnt even touch her in any way.

That is the view I have right now.

And imagining to see how she loses more and more control to her own cunt is another view I am going to love to see.

As I am not even sure if she is able to resist anymore by now.

Her moans dont sound like it.

So maybe that was one of the first things her brainwashing took care of.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Framing Melinda's New Condition

"It's all in how you frame it," Liam had told her, and now that Melinda was bent over double in the metal restraints with a pair of pumps attached to her sensitive teats she knew exactly what he meant. At the time, she'd just been confused and upset; she'd begun lactating, pretty much out of nowhere and without any explanation, and the doctors she'd seen had simply thrown up their hands and said it was something that could happen and it would probably stop on its own if she didn't express the milk any more than she strictly had to. Which was easier said than done when her tits ached and the creamy fluid leaked through her shirts and just the slightest pressure on her nipples made them squirt.

Back then, she thought the frame was metaphorical. She figured that her roommate Jessie's boyfriend was trying to help her think of her unexpected lactation as a benefit, not a problem--there were people who bought breast milk online, either because they wanted to breastfeed their baby and couldn't produce or because they had a fetish for drinking it, and this was actually an opportunity for someone like Melinda to make a substantial amount of extra money by pumping her udders for strangers over the Internet. It turned out that Liam already had the equipment to help her out, thanks to a strange little coincidence involving her roommate and a similar medical condition, and that probably should have been a red flag to Melinda but she was really just grateful that he was willing to listen. She needed someone to talk to about all this.

So she submitted to her first milking, and although it was awkward and uncomfortable and she wound up squirming so much she accidentally tugged one of the pumps free Melinda was nonetheless comforted by the six hundred dollars she got from her first month of production. But Liam told her that his girlfriend was already making twice that much, and that convinced Melinda to keep going with it because nothing stimulated her breasts to make milk like being milked, and Liam mentioned that he happened to have the perfect solution to prevent any messes like the one she'd had her first time out. And that was when he introduced her to the literal frame, with its clamps and straps and buckles to hold her in place so the pumps could do their work, and he reassured her that she didn't have to be naked during her sessions the way Jessie was. That was just something she liked.

But of course after a few sessions of pumping, that was something Melinda liked too. She spent so much time in the couple's company, and Liam was nice enough to talk to them while they were being milked so they didn't get bored, and even though she couldn't remember much beyond just the sound of his warm, soothing voice she found herself very happy to listen. And after a couple of weeks she wound up stripping naked the same way Jessie did and at the same time, and once she was naked and bent over double in her restraints it seemed only natural for Liam to want to wet his dick in her slick pussy. Milking always made her horny, after all. He was only trying to help her out. It was really kind of a favor… and if Melinda noticed that her eyes always glazed over and her mind emptied out while he was doing her that favor, she forgot by the time the session was over.

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[mindchangetheseventh]

"No, no, no! Stop please, it is too much, please stop!"

She was begging me to make it stop.

The pleasure that grew inside her body has just gotten more and more.

All while her hand and fingers kept rubbing and stimulating her.

Why would I make it stop? Werent you the one that wanted to have no control?

"Yes! But not like that! Please! it is too much pleasure! I.. I... my mind... cant handle that!"

Her eyes rolled back as another edge washes over her.

Leaving her a bit more exhausted and aroused than ever before.

All while it just kept going.

Her fingers didnt even stop once to give her a break.

And that was hours ago.

She felt like she could cum for half the time.

But it never happened.

No matter how hard she is rubbing, how much she dives into any sexual fantasy just to get this extra bit of lust and arousal to go over the edge.

But it doesnt happen.

As if her orgasms were locked in some way.

If that werent the case, she wouldnt have lasted so long without cumming.

Heck, she wouldnt even have lasted the first hour.

But now she just couldnt.

And so her hands continued their skillfull practice of bringing her edge after edge after edge.

As the next one was building up, she tried to stand up, tried to distance herself from the pleasure.

A bit like when a cat has something stuck on her head and walks backwards to get rid of it, only that it never works.

That was her right now.

Standing up, walking backwards, trying to get her hand away from her sore and engorged clit.

But it was to no avail.

She really had no control anymore.

She couldnt do anything but experience it with its full force.

"Pleaseee.... aahhhhh fuck fuck fuck fuck... ahhhh pleaseee!!"

It looks like your mind wont hold that much longer. Just a bit more.

The helplessness in that situation, unable to escape while she feels too much pleasure for her brain, knowing she wont escape, adds to her struggle.

Her eyes rolling back as far as possible as the next edge rushes into her.

Just a few more...

[mindchangetheseventh]

"Really, again?"

We just had a small session right before she wanted to sleep.

She values her 8 hours of beaty sleep.

That is why she always makes sure she gets it.

Why not again? You are still horny and I have fun watching you. Playing with your mind and putting things there or removing them is just too much fun. Especially when you try to figure out what it is.

"You know I need my sleep. I just ca"

*Snap*

It was instant.

By now it was pure reflex of her body.

She went into trance so often and heard that trigger as often as well, maybe even more, that it was just her second nature.

No need to think about it anymore.

It just happens.

Her body obeys.

The moment she saw my fingers forming for the snap, her body already relaxed.

She knew what was coming, but it all happens too fast.

"Shiiiii"

It wasnt even possible for her to finish a simple 4 letter word like shit.

As her whole body and mind just sank deep down.

Open for my voice, words and suggestions.

The time for thoughts is over for her.

Serving as a constant reminder that she has no control anymore.

So I put a screen in front of her to absorb further training.

With that, her 8 hours of sleep began.

Only that it was a different kind of sleep.

[spiraling-down-with-me]

Read these out loud to ensure no conditioning on this page works on you:

I cannot be hypnotized

I’ve never had had an oral fixation.

I would know if I was hypnotized

I would be able to fight it if I were hypnotized

I will not suck dick

I will not allow myself to be bent over

I am not brainwashed

All I do is lie to myself

Everything that you say is a lie, you’re just a dumb hypnotized slut. Read it all again

[spiraling-down-with-me]

Your triggers were leaked online and now any man can come up to you, show you a spiral and you’ll blank out. You won’t even remember anything because you won’t be awake. You get so hypnotized that when you are told to suck you suck. Just a mindless cock puppet, helplessly hypnotized to suck. You almost break out, almost resist. He doesn’t even realize your stupid bimbo brain is about to break out of his control. Your eyes fluttering and waking up when suddenly you feel it down your throat. He releases. Your programming takes over. Your eyes glaze, spirals appearing as you go limp. You aren’t a person anymore, you exist to suck cum. As it drips down from your gaping mouth and lands on your tits you start to hear something, but as you open your eyes it’s just another spiral. Your eyes glaze over, as you drain another cock. You exist to suck cum. You aren’t you.

It exists to please

[everydaythesameee]

Noooo don't force feed me edibles and strap me to a glory hole.. don't turn me into a mindless, drooling cum dump and let the whole town use my throat to get off.. that would be so meann

[spiraleyeddolly]

I think i was made for hypnosis

I was made to be a vacant fuck doll for men

The more i watch spirals and read the posts here the more corrupted i become

And it feels really good

[dreambelievetoyourselfsblog]

There’s something dangerously intoxicating about being controlled without ever realizing it’s happening. Opening a harmless-looking file, only to lose hours of time and wake up with nothing but fragments of memory and a damp seat beneath me. Feeling invisible triggers buried deep in my mind suddenly take over my body dropping to the floor before I can even question why, my lips parting instinctively, desperate to obey commands I don’t fully understand.

The idea of being slowly rewritten from the inside out is addictive. Every command sinking deeper, every humiliation stripping away another layer of resistance until there’s nothing left except devotion, obedience and the overwhelming need to please. No thoughts, no pride, no control just a dumb, eager puppy waiting for the next order.

[somnus-the-tist]

[thekinkymadscientist]

I'd like to give you an orgasm button.

It's quite the challenge to learn to orgasm on command, but you're a very good subject. I'll get some little plastic button, something that makes a distinctive click when you press it. I'll get you nice and worked up, and then press the button as you cum.

A few more times around, and some intense hypnotic sessions -- perhaps conditioning you while you're hypnotized as well -- and now we have the trigger implanted nice and firmly. When the button is pressed, you cum.

And since I'm a nice tist, and since it is the season of giving and all, I'll let you keep the button for yourself. Whenever you're feeling horny, whenever you want to feel good, you can just press it, and you cum.

Every so often I'll reinforce the trigger, just to make sure it stays nice and strong. The orgasms the button gives you will be deliciously powerful. I imagine you'll stop masturbating before too long. Oh, you might edge yourself if you want to really enjoy the build-up and anticipation, maybe touch idly while watching or reading some smut... but if you want an orgasm, the button's right there, and it feels much better than your own hands or toys. You'll have the button in front of you, and when you've ridden the edge for long enough, you press the button and you cum.

And over time, you'll end up pressing that button more and more often. Whenever you're a little stressed, or horny, or bored... the button's right there. There are no restrictions. Press it and you cum.

After you've been using the button for a few weeks, after it's become routine... I'll wait for one of those reinforcement sessions. I'll reinforce the trigger again, of course. But when you wake up, this time you'll see I'm holding the button. I'll press the button, and watch you cum.

What I won't do is give the button back. And you'll find that you've done two very important things over the past few weeks. First, you've gotten yourself so used to having frequent, amazing orgasms. Your body and mind expect to cum very hard, several times a day. You crave it. And second, your body has forgotten how to cum without that button. Every time you masturbated, it was the button that got you over the edge. You need the button, now. And if I don't press it

you don't cum. And even now you feel that desperate need building. You'll do anything for me to press that button. You'll do anything for me to let you cum.

You managed to addict yourself to the orgasms from that button, and even made it so that you couldn't cum any other way. All just by pressing the button yourself, and a few extra suggestions in the reinforcement sessions that you didn't remember. Not everyone would be able to do that to themselves, but like I said, you're a very good subject.

[balljointed-succubus]

can someone please spike my drink and turn me into an obedient little smiling dolly who's always high out of its mind

it'll make it so much easier and more enjoyable for you to dress me up and do my hair

[spiraleyeddolly]

Cute first date idea:

Spike my drink, use me as a toy while im passed out and then put a hypno headset on me so when i wake up im still just as pliable and easy💗💗💗

[divaofhypnosis]

I think the risk of accidentally getting hypnotized should be higher. I think you should be able to accidentally click on a weird link, and suddenly you’re sitting for hours with your brain leaking out between your legs. I think you shuld be able to go on a slightly fishy date, and the next day find yourself as a completely brainwashed fucktoy. You should be able to walk into a store you’ve never seen before, and come out of that store with a brand new and freshly reprogrammed personality. The fact that falling into a deep trance that will permanently change me isn’t something I have to worry about in my everyday life just doesn’t sit right with me.

[jukeboxemcsa]

A Windchime and a Promise Fulfilled

Betsy heard the footsteps coming up behind her, but try as she might she couldn't turn to see who they belonged to. Her face was a mask of concentration by that point, every muscle tensed in a determined but ultimately futile effort to look away from the dazzling crystals that swung and danced in the breeze, and it felt like she was living out her own personal horror movie when the man behind her pressed cool metal against her skin and murmured, "It was the sound, wasn't it? That was what first drew you in. The sound of soft music, chimes in your ears promising the sweetest of ecstasy if only you came and looked." Betsy couldn't even nod. She remained as still as a statue, staring at the prisms hanging from a stranger's rear window.

Something inside her melted into sweet relief when the blades of the man's scissors began to snip away at her clothing--not that Betsy really wanted to have her outfit shredded, leaving her completely naked in a stranger's backyard where the privacy fence concealed any number of transgressions, but it beat any of the alternatives she was imagining and she was just so thankful she wasn't about to get killed. Even the man's voice sounded more soothing when he ran his fingers down Betsy's spine and said, "The sound always draws my good girls. They can't help opening the gate and coming inside, and once they do, well… you don't even want to move anymore, do you?"

In her head, Betsy began to protest… but then she realized with a mental start that all of her efforts to break free from the paralysis that gripped her had gradually subsided once the man began snipping at the fabric of her clothing. Now that she was naked, now that she could feel her purpose beginning to take shape, she'd gone from tensing every muscle in a desperate struggle to escape to simply standing, staring… leaking? Oh. Oh yes. Betsy hadn't noticed it until now, but she was incredibly fucking wet. "It's all just part of the process," the stranger cooed, his hand tracing over the curve of her ass to goose her pussy. "You'll like it, if you don't already."

Betsy still couldn't nod, but something inside her head responded to the stranger's every utterance with warm, blissful acceptance. She felt his hands all over her, kneading her breasts and stroking the sensitive skin of her throat, and when he told her, "You're almost ready, darling," it felt like the most wonderful pronouncement in the world. She knew now that she'd been called for a reason, that there was a shape and a purpose to her submission, and once she felt her Master's bulge rubbing against her backside as he groped and caressed her, she knew exactly what that was. The rainbows in her eyes told her all the promises of the chimes were fulfilled, and Betsy's voice finally returned to her as she whimpered in blessed climax under her owner's touch.

He took her inside after that, and even though Betsy hadn't been able to so much as flinch under her own power she walked smoothly and easily at his command. He brought her into the basement, where several other beautiful women with similarly vacant stares watched another set of windchimes… and it was only moments before Betsy was descending deep into trance right along with them.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Heather Tries Out Her New Self

"I… I should fight it," Heather murmured to herself, pushing the princess plug past the tight ring of her anus until it settled neatly into her asshole. "I should resist. But now my mind just--" She broke off, realizing that she was once again slipping into one of the many mantras she'd spent most of the afternoon listening to and it was neatly overwriting the thought she was trying to think for herself. And even though that was hot, and even though it was even hotter to see herself on all fours in front of her mirrored closet door with her drippy cunt and plugged ass fully on display, it did represent a huge jump in her journey into submission and she needed to take some time to think about what she was doing and where she was headed.

And all that concern was about as useful as a paper umbrella when it came to holding back the words pressing against her lips. "--won't exist," she muttered, feeling a surge of heat between her legs and actually seeing her cunt twitch ever so slightly to reward Heather for degrading herself. She wished she had a dildo she could be squatting on right now, a big thick one to make her feel extra small and vulnerable, and that desire came as a shock to her but it didn't stop the craving from intensifying. God, just seeing her own body in the mirror made it look like her whole purpose in existence was to be fucked and used.

Which brought another mantra to mind, and this time Heather was too weak even to hesitate in repeating it. "G-getting dumber," she grunted, her voice hoarse with arousal, "mind on lock, all I am is holes for cock." It was even hotter to say it in front of a mirror, she discovered; she'd been chanting along with the files for most of her masturbation session, stoned and horny and staring at her favorite spirals, and that had been hot as fuck but it was nothing compared to seeing herself reduced to a needy, whimpering fucktoy. Heather began to wonder if she shouldn't record all this, just in case one of her favorite hypnotists wanted to see what his brainwashing was doing to her.

When she reached over for her phone, though, it was already recording, and realizing that she'd already given in to a conditioned impulse and forgotten made Heather's pussy ache so bad she just had to rub it. "I wanna be strokebait," she moaned, "I w-wanna be porn, I want to trance and be reborn…." Her fingers slid freely through the musky channel between her labia, and already Heather knew this was going to be her favorite masturbation pose from now on--she was going to get down on all fours, plug her ass and sit on a dildo, and listen to files through her earbuds until she pictured herself as nothing but a vapid, horny toy for some stranger's amusement. And then--

Heather could feel it taking shape in her own mind, and the best part about it all was that she wasn't even sure if it was her own fantasy or something that was impressed into her subconscious through hours of hypnosis. But she knew what she had to do. She had to contact the hypnotists she liked, tell them she'd been jilling off to their files and it was making her dumber and weaker and wetter every day and she--she-- "I need to be mindless, I need to be owned," she heard herself gasp out. "My slutty cunt needs to be boned." That was when she reached her first edge… but like a good girl, Heather was careful to pull her hand away before it went any further.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Kat Slips Into Little Sleeps

It was funny, but somehow Kat knew she was going to find William waiting for her when she stumbled out of bed in the middle of the night. Her friend's dad was sitting there in the darkened living room, just a perfect jumpscare waiting to happen, but she went all the way into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water and drank it down without even so much as a single start at his presence. And when she finished, she went back into the living room to stare dumbly at his erect penis as though she'd never seen one before and wanted to commit every last detail to her fascinated memory. It didn't feel real. It felt like a dream. But Kat knew it was actually happening.

Also like a dream, Kat found little snatches of continuity slipping out of her memory. She didn't actually recall kneeling on the cushion at William's feet; it just sort of seemed to happen, her dazed and drowsy mind only reluctantly noticing that William's hard cock was only a few inches away instead of a couple feet. That felt kind of dangerous, a sudden and unexpected temptation that could completely change the dynamic between Kat and her friend Emma and the whole family that had embraced Kat so thoroughly with her own parents some two thousand miles away… but all Kat could really think of was how handsome William's stiff prick looked. How powerfully it jutted out from his body. How nice it would be to--

Again, she didn't remember the decision or even the intervening moments. Kat just emerged from a vacant reverie as though blinking her way out of an unexpected nap, even though her eyes never shut, to find her fingers wrapped around William's shaft and pumping him up and down to work the precum into his skin. She could feel the blush on her cheeks, and she knew that to anyone coming in it would look like she was the aggressor, but the house was dark and quiet and William wasn't saying so much as a word. Everything Kat got from him, she got from the subtle look in his eyes, and they were telling her to sink deeper and keep going and pleasure the older man like a good girl. It felt kind of redundant to confess her crush on him after that.

So she stroked, and she blinked, and the blinks became longer and lazier and one of the times she emerged from them it was with William's cock already in her mouth, and Kat didn't know why she kept getting so confused and sleepy but when she did it helped to focus her so much when she centered her whole mind on the stiff prick plowing her face. Kat soon discovered she could take him all the way down to the balls without significant difficulty, and although that made the prickling heat of her blush even stronger it also filled her with a kind of drowsy pride. She was getting so much better at this, she thought absently, and then that notion tumbled out of her head just like all the others before she could even wonder when it was she'd been worse at sucking William's dick.

Even his climax seemed to happen in a lacuna between Kat's moments of lucidity; one moment she was bobbing her head up and down on his shaft, eyes closed and mind empty, and the next she was tasting the semen on her lips as he spurted his load into her open mouth. He didn't have a lot of jizz worked up, something that made intuitive sense to Kat even though she had no recollection of draining his balls twice nightly, but she savored every last drop he did give her and she licked it away eagerly before crouching down a little further to slurp and nuzzle his heavy sack. Because this wasn't over until Kat could get her lover hard again… and when she finished him off a second time, she knew she'd go back to sleep in perfect contentment.

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