Hiiii~! You can call me Luna or Dot or doggy or pet or dumb slut or...
Pronouns are It/She. I'm a T4T transbian sub/switch. My turn-ons are Hypno, Petplay, Musk (not the twitter guy), Bondage, and other such stuff.
Do NOT Interact if you are:
A TERF
A SWERF
A NAZI
RACIST
ABLEIST
ANTISEMITIC
JUST GENERALLY BIGOTED AND/OR UNPLEASANT
This one's not in red because you aren't evil if you are one but no minors. This is a porn blog; if you're under 18, you shouldn't be here and you should DEFINITELY not be interacting.
Also, Cishets, this one ain't for you.
DO Interact if you are:
QUEER
NEURODIVERGENT
A FURRY
JUST GENERALLY AMICABLE AND CHILL
Anyway, that's about it. Have fun. Feel free to DM me (Especially if you wanna play~ uwu)
thinking again about making a friend in college. maybe the same one as my last post, maybe a new one, but either way, she’s a psychology major. she invites me over to her place, we chat and smoke a little, and she tells me she’s super stressed about a test she has next week.
“what’s it on?”
“hypnosis.” i feel my cunt clench around nothing but i think i hide my arousal well. i know hypnosis is real, and the kink is just a small aspect of it, but it still makes me a little bit wet.
“oh.” is all i say.
“i really need practice, but none of my friends will let me hypnotize them.” she pouts at me. “i really really need to pass, can you let me hypnotize you just a little bit?”
“uh.” the weed is clouding my brain and the way she’s looking at me doesn’t make it any easier. “just a little bit, sure.”
she grins at me. “thank you!” she exclaims. she sits up on her knees and has me look directly into her eyes as she pulls out a pocketwatch. “i was really hoping you’d say yes.”
i try my best not to shift my legs too much as i feel my cunt start to drip more and more. she swings the watch in front of my face, and as she instructs me, i get sleepier and fuzzier. i don’t remember falling asleep, but i do remember waking up. she’s still smiling at me.
“oh, sorry,” i start. “i must’ve not slept well last night. can we try again?” she cocks her head slightly.
“i already hypnotized you, silly!” i blink at her.
“am i hypnotized now…?” she laughs.
“no, do you want to be?”
i plan to say no, but a “yes” comes out of my mouth instead. i think nothing of it.
she grabs my chin, tilting it down, and as i’m staring into her lap, i see a tent forming in her leggings. my jaw drops open, as if on a hinge, and i can’t close it. i can’t even bring my hand up to force it closed. i can’t take my eyes off of her cock, i can only watch.
“lick.” she instructs, and i do. i lunge forward, licking her hard cock through her leggings, desperate to taste her precum, to make her feel good. i find myself inhaling deeply, getting dizzy on the scent of her. “stop.” my mouth is still open, still holding her in my mouth, but i can’t move again. “good puppy.” an orgasm suddenly shoots through me, forcing me to moan on her cock. it takes a full thirty seconds to subside, and the aftershocks leave me breathless.
she grasps my hair with one hand, pulling me off of her and uses her other hand to shut my jaw. “show me your tits.”
i’m suddenly able to move my body, but not able to control my movements. i pull my shirt off as quickly as i can, throwing it somewhere. i don’t turn my head to see where it lands, it isn’t important. i unhook my bra and throw it in the same general direction. i don’t just show her my tits, i cup them in my hands and pinch my nipples hard as if i’m offering them to her. “good puppy.” the same intense orgasm shoots through me, but this time i continue to pinch and unpinch my nipples as i cum. she laughs at me, and my clit twitches.
“you went down really easy, you know?” i stare at her, scared but more turned on than i have ever been in my life. “and you told me all about your hypnosis kink. god, you look so innocent, i never would’ve guessed you rub your cunt to things like this. can you show me how?”
i take one hand off my tits and quickly move it under my skirt, under my soaked underwear. i rub feverishly, feeling my brain get cloudier and cloudier as i get closer to my orgasm. “don’t cum.” my hand stills. i don’t even get to ruin, the almost-orgasm lingers. “clean your fingers.” i don’t want to, but it doesn’t matter what i want. i pull my fingers out of my underwear and push them into my mouth, fucking them into my own throat ever so slightly and swirling my fingers around them until they’re covered in my spit.
she puts her hands behind her head and leans back on a chair, spreading her legs. “suck me off.” my eyes widen slightly. i’ve never sucked a cock before, and i doubt being hypnotized is going to make me into an expert cocksucker. she raises her eyebrows.
regardless of my thought, i find myself taking my hand out of my mouth and off my tit and pulling her leggings down to her ankles. her giant cock slaps her stomach as it’s freed, spreading a small amount of precum that makes my mouth drool. “you can clean me first, if you want.” i really, really do and i don’t think it’s the hypnosis. i put my hands on either of her hips and desperately lap up the semen on her happy trail before i wrap my lips around her tip and lick her urethra, lapping up any precum she gives me.
“throat.” i can’t even react as my jaw opens so widely it almost hurts and i lurch forward until her head is halfway down my throat, my nose in her bush. she moves one of her hands to hold my head down, although i don’t think she needs it. my tongue moves slightly up and down her shaft as she gently fucks my throat, barely thrusting. she starts moving faster and breathing more heavily after a few minutes, and when she’s about to cum, she pulls out of my throat and uses the hand gripping my hair to make me look up.
my eyes are still open as she jerks herself off to finish, painting ropes of thick cum across my face. she narrowly misses my eyes, although i don’t think she missed on purpose. once her balls stop twitching, she lets go of my hair. “freeze.” i can barely breathe, much less move, as she lazily walks across the room to grab her phone. she takes at least a dozen pictures of me, some with the flash on, some with it off, and for the last one, she lays her cock across my face. she takes her time finding the angle for that one.
“you can clean me up again.” i can move again. i don’t wrap my lips around her whole cock this time, only around the thickness of her shaft as i use my tongue to scrub as much of her cum off as i can. i lick the sweat off of her balls, and lick any excess cum off of her tip. “good puppy,” she tells me again as i finish. my eyes flutter closed with this orgasm, hitting me harder than the first two.
she pushes me back on the ground as i finish cumming, tilting my chin up again so i am forced to look in her eyes. “i’m going to snap my fingers, and you’re going to fall back asleep. when i snap my fingers a second time, you’re going to wake up. you’re not going to remember any of this until i want you to. you’re hypnotized by my cock, nabi. you’re helpless against me and it makes you wet. when you see my cock, you will fall back under. when you think of my cock, you will edge and tell me about it. you will never remember how deeply you are hypnotized until your mind is under my power.”
she snaps her fingers, and my eyes shut. i drift into a dreamless sleep immediately. i can feel a washcloth on my face, but it’s distant from me. i feel my bra hook around my chest again, and feel the fabric of my shirt go around my neck, chest, torso. she snaps her fingers again and i completely forget everything that happened.
“so?” she asks as my eyes flutter back open. “how do you feel?”
“um…” i trail off, trying to think if anything feels different. “the same?”
she pouts. “you don’t feel well-rested?”
i think a little bit harder and realize i do feel more energized, better than i usually do after a full night of sleep. “oh! i do, i feel like i slept for eighteen hours.” she beams at me.
“it worked! i might actually pass my test! would you let me practice on you more before i have to take it?”
the thought of being hypnotized is still too much of a turn-on for me, so i open my mouth to let her down easy. but what comes out of my mouth instead is “of course! this was really fun!”
Hey, do you wanna come over and play "get used like a fucktoy until you forget what being a person is like and you're just a cumbrained little set of holes forever now"?
gods foot worship is literally so perfectly symbolic of servility and humiliation and submission. the gods gave women feet so that they could demonstrate my inferiority
when you're forced to press your mouth and tongue, some of the most intimate parts of your body, against a girl's foot, it actually overwrites who you are as a person. we can pretend it's possible to fully separate kink from how we view somebody all we want, but you know nobody who knows you did that will ever be able to truly respect you. in some deep dark corner of your mind you know. you're a footslave now. something to be mocked and bullied and used. forever <3
awwww poor puppy, you’re so pathetic for me aren’t you? stumbling over your words, i can’t understand you like that! here, how about you take this chew toy, i know exactly what you want so why would you need to tell me? don’t you trust me? that’s a good girl… you don’t need to worry i know what’s best for you…. just lie down and let me stroke- i mean pet your puppy parts for you… thaaaats it… good girl… good girl…
At the beginning, she's going to want to cum. A lot. This is perfectly natural, and you can actually tell her so. Wanting orgasms is normal for catgirls at this stage. The issue is that right now, she thinks she needs orgasms. This leads to a very unbalanced sexual diet, as orgasms become simple maintenance rather than a true pursuit of the pleasure your catgirl deserves. So, you're going to edge her. The first time you don't let her cum, she might act shocked for a moment, but when you turn on the vibrator again, she'll quickly forget that. It shouldn't take long before she's begging you to let her cum.
You're going to tell her no.
At first she might not understand. She might think you just want to edge her longer first. So as you edge her again, you're going to explain. You aren't going to let her cum today. In fact, you're not going to let her cum for a good long while. Catgirls don't need to cum - her hips might buck at this part, ignore it - and you're going to make sure she's taken care of.
When you're done edging her, cage her and keep the key, so she doesn't get any ideas. If she has her own vibrator, take that too for the moment. Most catgirls have trouble giving themselves orgasms in a cage, but it's better to be safe than sorry.
From here, your goal is to give her as much pleasure as she wants, but not let her cum. Let her get into into it! Compliment her moans, the way she squirms, how cute she gets when she begs. In between kisses, point out how easy it is to make her blush now that she doesn't cum anymore. When she asks you if she can have an orgasm, run your hands along her sides as you tell her no. Help her to associate pleasure with touches and kisses and soft words.
Help her forget why she ever thought she needed to cum.
Then, when the association is broken and she's mostly forgotten what it even feels like, do it for her. It's important not to let your catgirl do it herself. That just reinforces the old "feral" habits. No, you're going to make her finish, and hold her while she does, so that when she thinks of orgasms, she thinks of you, and being held, and compliments, and being edged.
And then you're going to put your catgirl back in the cage, and she's going to purr.
This scientist's face shows no sign of any emotion as she straps you down to a chair and starts applying a transparent gel to your lips and tongue with two gloved fingers. She remains unmoved by your attempts to ask what it is as the inside of your mouth starts prickling, growing sensitive, feeling almost swollen. You become acutely aware of every single movement of your own tongue and realize that you feel pleasure, your legs tensing against the restraints just from licking your lips, fighting to keep moans in the back of your throat. She doesn't react as she reaches inside your mouth again with one hand, writing down observation with the other, seemingly almost bored by the choked groans of pleasure you try to swallow. Her latex clad fingers feel so good rubbing against your tongue, you barely notice how much you're drooling all over her hand. As she reached deeper and deeper, you find your throat opens easily around her intrusion and your eyes roll back, the rest of your body trembling with overwhelming ecstasy. After who knows how many orgasms, just from having your mouth played with, she pulls out her hand and wipes it on her coat. In your dazed state, you manage to catch just a glimpse of her notes.
Yesss it's you!!! That's right!!! You want a pawjob!!! You want to squirm and whine and moan beneath a paw so big that you can barely warp your arms around it!!! You want to have your legs easily spread, and my pawpads pressed between them!!! You want to feel the dull pleasure spread through your body as my soft paws work you closer and closer to the edge!!! You want featherlight touches to drag it out for longer and longer until you're clutching my paw for dear life!!! You want me to finally press in and send you into a panting, shaking fit as you finish!!! You did it!!! You solved my riddle!!! Now take your clothes off
perverted therapist who constantly has to try to hold herself together when i talk to her about everything wrong with me.
she preys on my weakness and agreeability by suggesting increasingly humiliating solutions to my problems. she tells me that a step to healing my childhood trauma is to start wearing diapers in my free time, and touches herself at night to the thought of it.
she steps further, suggesting that i start wearing them to our sessions. she tells me that to depend on others more will truly help me. to serve and do as they'd like. she suggests i start calling her "mommy", supposedly to heal parental issues. something feels off to me. she has an odd look in her eyes. but she's a professional, and i'm one who does as they're told.
a few sessions later, i'm in her office on my knees. i'm in a dress far too short to hide my soaked padding with her cock thrusting into my throat. that nasty oral fixation has hurt my fingers and damaged my teeth, but she knows just the way to begin taking care of it.
while she's still fucking my mouth, pushing my mind further. seeing how much i'll bring myself down because i trust her. or maybe she's just telling me exactly what i want to hear.
"i have some homework for you this week. you said you live with a girl?" i reply with a muffled, "mhm" as she continues to violate me. "let her use you. it'll help that oral fixation and be good practice allowing yourself to be lesser. you have a problem with pride."
my "pride problem" was identified when i told her that i don't want to display my diapers all the time at home and the office, and that i want to be able to cover them up.
she suggests that i begin taking sedatives to help my anxiety. i don't know why she doesn't recommend traditional anxiety meds, but she's the professional.
she slowly reshapes me into a docile, servile little thing until one session, she takes me to her car, and i do not question. she told me that questioning things holds me back from positive change. i do not speak. she told me that speaking when not spoken to is what gives me so much conversational trouble.
i'm doing so good. i'm doing everything she told me. i even wet myself and hardly noticed. i'm sure she'll be so proud of me when she asks how my progress is. she puts me in the back of her car. i sit politely with my hands folded in my lap, as she told me. she said it would help with my nail biting. i keep my eyes on her. she told me that i should always be looking at one of my betters (i think she calls people that to help me feel okay being vulnerable), as it helps me not to get lost in my maladaptive daydreaming, and keeps me always prepared to listen to what i'm told.
we pull up to her house. i sit and wait for instruction, as she told me my presumptuousness is a problem. i see her smile at me through the window as she gets out and makes her way to my side. she really does care.
she brings me inside and locks a collar around my neck. she told me that i should always accept gifts with much gratitude. i drop to my hands and knees in her home, as i need to learn that it's okay to be small and insignificant. she clips on and pulls my leash toward her, and my mouth opens so naturally as she begins to use my throat.
i'm going to be all better soon, i can feel it. she's helped me so much already 🖤✨️
waking up with a headset playing spirals over my eyes and headphones playing mantras in my ears, hands tied behind my back so i’m truly stuck like that for however long you wish
