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Um yes please holy shit I'd be beyond honored!

“I feel ridiculous.”

Well, you look hot as hell.

“It’s just…I know that lactation and tit worship are your thing, and I’m happy to give it a shot, but isn’t this whole thing taking it a bit…overboard?”

Let’s just give it a shot, okay? Five minutes. You don’t like it, we’ll stop. 

“Fine…but isn’t the whole point of this that you worship my tits? How can you do that from another room?”

Give me a second…let me just finish…syncing up these files, and…

“Files?”

Okay, here we go. 

YOUAREAHUCOWYOUAREAHUCOMOOWYOURUDDERSAREHEAVYYOURUDDERARELEAKMOOYYOURBRAINISEMPTYYOULIVETOBEFUCKEDYOULIMOOVETOBEMILKEDYOUAREAHUCOWYOUAREAHUCOMOOWYOUR-

“What the hell is this?”

You don’t have to listen to it too hard. Just let it kind of linger in the background noise, okay? Like static. 

“Oh…kay…?”

Now just relax for me. No need to stand. We’ll both be sitting for this anyway, right? Just feel a wave of relaxation wash over your legs.

“Jeez, my knees just buckled.”

Maybe you should kneel. Give your legs some rest. 

“Yeah…hey, what is this recording saying-?”

Now focus on what you’ll want me to do once I’m in there. Where should I even begin with your breasts?

“Mmmm…such a good question.”

Do you want me to cup them in my hands? Jiggle them around? Squeeze them?

“That sounds so hot.”

Give it a try. Close your eyes and play with your breasts. Get them ready for worship.

“That’s, um…okay?”

How does that feel?

“Mmmm, now you’re just teasing me. Get in here and suck on them.”

Do they feel soft?

“You know they do.”

Do they feel full?

“Um…I don’t…?”

Do you feel heavy?

“They…actually do feel heavier, yeah.”

How much heavier?

“I don’t really-”

Are you relaxed enough yet?

“Oh, umm…kind of? It’s pretty hard to relax with these voices in my ears.”

Maybe instead of just kneeling, you should get on your hands and knees?

“How will that help?”

It will relax you. 

“I doubt tha…oh, this is actually mmore comfortable.”

Now, what were you saying about how heavy your breasts felt?

“Fuck, in this position, they feel very heavy…”

Just kind of hanging there, aren’t they?

“Yeah…”

How do they look?

“In this ridiculous costume you’ve got mme in? They look…actually…really dammn good.”

Of course they do. Especially when they sway back and forth.

“Oh shit…shit, they feel amazing when I do that.”

Heavy?

“Yes.”

Full?

“I…yes.”

Are you relaxed?

“Ummm-”

How heavy do your udders feel?

“Udders? I think that’s too-”

How heavy?

“…Very.”

Are you wet?

“Very…wait-”

Can you feel your udders leaking?

“Lea…Leaking?”

Are you relaxed?

“This is a lot-”

Body relaxed?

“Yes…”

Mind relaxed?

“I don’t…”

How heavy are they?

“Fuck, so heavy…”

What can I do to relieve that weight?

“Mmm…Mmmi…fuck…”

What do you want me to do?

“Mmmmoo…holy shit, what the hell is-?”

What are you desperate for, my little cow?

“Cuh…what are you doing to-?”

What do you need?

“…Mmm…mmmilk…mmme…”

My cow wants to be milked?

“Yes, please!”

Please what?

“I…hard to think…”

Then don’t think. 

“Don’t-?”

Cows don’t think. 

“I-”

What does my little cow want from her Master?

“Mmmm…Mmmm…Mmmmoo. Mooooo…”

There we go…now I’ll “worship” your udders. See, this isn’t so bad, is it?

“Mmmmooooooo…”

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Whenever you find yourself questioning your inner strength or doubting your willpower, just remember that I had to literally unfollow F1nn5ter on all forms of social media in preparation for No Nut November.

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So catching up on She-Hulk (only a few episodes in, pretty hit or miss so far, but entertaining enough for me to keep watching) and it reminded me that in the _very first issue_ of Sensational She-Hulk, Giant Green Supermommy gets hypnotized.

No fucking wonder so many of us developed this fetish, huh? I’m beginning to think it was downright inescapable.

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I’m convinced that the sole reason for Netflix’s downfall is due to them making not one, but two entire movies about how tall women are the single most despised people in our society right as our collective pop culture began entering a sort of golden age of sexy Amazonian mommies.

They didn’t just misread the room, they walked into an asbestos-infested broom closet in a Party City and mistook it for a room on the fucking International Space Station.

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Okay look, I don’t want to waste anybody’s time here, so I’ll make this quick:

If you’re not watching My Dress-Up Darling, you’re missing out on something really special.

Yes, it’s a slice-of-life rom-com anime about cosplay, and yes, it’s a very horny show. But if you can get past the impossibly cringe title and the questionable amount of initial fan service, you’ll find a wholesome, earnest, heartwarming (and often heartbreaking) celebration of pursuing our passions, starring two protagonists so unapologetically endearing that you will fall in love with at least one of them.

I don’t binge anything, no matter how much I like what I’m watching. I’m also not really fanatical about anime or manga (despite all evidence to the contrary in my archive). So when I say that I watched the first two available episodes and enjoyed what I saw so much that I proceeded to read all 70-something chapters of the manga, and then impatiently waited for the anime to bring those scenes to life week after week...yeah, this is a damn good show.

(Fun Fact: The last scene of episode 8 is some of the absolute best TV I’ve ever seen, animated or otherwise. Like, holy hell, beautiful stuff.)

A lot of introspective on keeping parts of yourself repressed out of fear of being judged, the importance of self-reflection, questioning whether you’ll ever be good enough for anyone (or, most importantly, yourself), and that bizarre feeling of freedom when you find someone you can unconditionally share yourself with.

It dives into the sad frustration we can feel having someone wonderful come into our lives who we don’t feel worthy of, the baggage we bring with us into every relationship that can cost us our happiness. But then it turns around and shows us the unbelievable patience that the right person will show as we figure it all out. Never pushing us, but rather choosing to walk at our pace without sacrificing who they are, gently guiding us via their kindness, energy, and passion for life.

And this dynamic goes both ways. This isn’t just another case of “perfect waifu saves sad author insert boy”. No, there’s actual nuanced character growth happening between both characters here. They compliment each other, encouraging each others strengths and covering their weaknesses. As the show goes on, you slowly realize that these two complete opposites are actually pretty perfect for each other in very believable ways.

All of this wrapped up in a story of young love so unbelievably genuine that it can almost feel nostalgic at times. I can’t remember the last time I saw the emotion of “physically falling in love for the first time” portrayed on-screen as accurately as this show does it.

Many manly tears were shed watching this fucking thing.

There’s one episode left this season, more than enough time to catch up. The ecchi-ness of it all won’t be for everyone, but if any of what I said speaks to you, please don’t sleep on this show. I fucking returned to my censored porn Tumblr account to advertise it, that should say something.

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Hypno-kinkster artists have seriously been sleeping on the smoldering hot hypno imagery in (of all places) Lupin III. I mean, just look at this.

In a perfect world, Rebecca Rossellini is a hypno-kink icon based on this scene alone.

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Look, I understand that this is supposed to be a psychological thriller about the dangers of predatory men in the medical field who take advantage of their female patients, which is an extremely serious epidemic that needs to be talked about...

...but fuck me if some moments in this trailer didn’t make me diamonds.

Word through the grape vine is that there are a lot of great moments of freezeplay, trigger drops, dollification, and some juicy linguistic tricks. There’s a so-so thriller in between all of those moments, but still...just saying...

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Just popping back in to inform everyone that Spirit is selling sex toys this year:

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I hope everyone who stuck around knows how much we miss them, too.

My doll and I still talk about how much of a “lightning in a bottle” atmosphere kink Tumblr once was. We talk about it often. No other outlet, online or otherwise, can really compare. The Powers That Be killed such an important outlet for exploration, education, and expression, and it’s really left a hole in our hearts.

I’m glad to see that the hypno-kink community is still surviving on here, even if it does feel more Mad Max-levels of dystopian than before. We still hop on and lurk every few months or so, but with both of our accounts shadowbanned and 90% of our best content deleted, there’s really no “coming back” for us.

That being said, hey, feel free to DM any time. We’d love to hear from the community again. You guys were exceptionally special to us.

I miss the community of mind control fetish caption writers. BDSMLR is just too in-your-face p0rn for me, and Tumblr makes it nigh on impossible to view archives or send messages to like-minded folk :(

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This is actually the first time we ever interacted.

What bums me out about Tumblr dissolving is that this blog acts as a sort of history of my relationship with my Doll. From the very beginning, through all of our enormous explorations, til now.

I saved as much as I could, but like...still weird that this entire visual history is going to be erased...

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My first ask.

Her first response.

Welcome to the hypno-kink part of Tumblr! We're all pretty cool here, so if you have any requests/suggestions/questions, feel free to approach any of us. You seem pretty cool so far, and I'm excited to see what sort of erotic stories you have in that obedient little mind of yours...

Thank you for such a warm welcome, sir!  You will be hearing from me again… especially when I get that Black Cat cosplay

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How Sir made me dumb and the best audio file ever

I had a particularly busy day this Saturday. I worked for 12 hours and had spent the whole night/early morning the night before on homework. So by the time I got home I was bushed and talking to Sir on chat.

I was loopy and not making much sense and at one point I told him the later it got the more I felt myself getting dumber. So Sir, being Sir, took an opportunity and ran with it.

He started telling me how that was okay, that I did not need to know how to think. and what he would do to me if he was there. He slowly tranced me through chat.

“And I’d leave you on the ground, your entire body shaking, drool dripping from your pretty little lips, a pool of juices gathered around your shaky, weak thighs, your eyes unable to focus on anything - ANYTHING - because I’ll have used your body until your mind simply shut off.

Until the only thing in your mind, the only sensible thought you can muster, is "Yes Sir”…even if your brain is too weak to make your lips form the words"

I used to read hypnosis scripts and the words to hypnosis audio files over and over again and get in a somewhat trance that way before so I’m very susceptible to text already and that mixed with tired and his constant back in forth…

“Say it”

“I can’t think”

“Do you like to think?”

“No I don’t like to think”

Over and over again until he made commands to not capitalize or use grammar because that was not needed for someone who “doesn’t think” I eventually could not even get my full name spelled out, 

Honestly all I remember is laying down staring blankly at a the screen with my hand on the keyboard barely able to type and playing with myself.

The next day I woke up and barely remembered it had happened at all and especially did not know what the “theme” of the night was. I honestly had never been into the mindlessness part of bimbofication, but damn you would think it was my favorite thing in the world.

Rereading all of it is making me wet again.

That night and today he made me listen to this file

It was right after chat and before bed and I drooled the whole time listening to it. Today I tried to look at this gif of a woman with beautiful eyes and listen and honestly I could not focus…

Its several voices in your head telling you to be a good slut and not think and its so hot and I can not focus on anything while I listen to it.

“Such a good, mindless, dumb little doll for her Sir.”

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My Dumb Little Doll (a very long, but very true, account of erotic hypnosis, intense bimbofication, and deepthroating)

The relationship between my doll and I is very much a romantic one, though I’d be lying very poorly if I said that our relationship isn’t also founded on kinkiness either. Whenever we visit each other, our connection grows noticeably stronger, and I feel as if pushing our sexuality more and more is a big reason for that.

When she came up to visit this past week, we were finally able to live out one of our more recent sexual fantasies: tying her up to a chair, gagging her, and forcing her to watch this spiral as the Mind Melter played in her ears. 

The sight alone was phenomenal: her eyes went vacant so quickly, and the ball gag tucked inside her bright red lips dripped drool all down her sexy “innocent” sailor girl uniform. The spiral spun and bounced and bore deep into her mind, and the sensual voices giggled and teased and taunted her thoughts away, but that had all been done before. No, I wanted to push her down as deep as she could go, deeper than she had ever been before and as deep as I dared allow her to sink. In that moment, my drooling, mindless hypno-slave bound and staring at a powerful red spiral, I decided to strip my dumb little doll of her mind completely.

I removed one of the earbuds from her ear, and I started cooing suggestions of my own. Suggestions that pushed the line of how much my doll’s mind could handle. I put emphasis on brainlessness, on how much she needed to feel unintelligent and helpless and dependent on me. I stressed not that the spiral was powerful, but that the spiral was all there was. She wasn’t tied to a chair. She wasn’t in my room. She was in the spiral, and the spiral was her entire Universe. 

After I whispered these things over my doll’s shoulder, I slowly stood up and looked at her face. I was taken aback; my doll’s eyes, once completely vacant, were now even more devoid of thought. They were constantly flicking to the back of her head, still (but just barely) focused on the spiral. I didn’t think she could slip any deeper into her dumb state, but she had.

And I wanted her to go even deeper.

I undid her restraints and told her to close her eyes as I shut the laptop. As her eyelids fell, I planted an easy suggestion: “Every time you close your eyes, you’ll see that powerful, beautiful Spiral again, and it will continue to sap your mind of thoughts.” This happened for the rest of the session.

I took her by the wrists and said, “You need to move to the bed now.” My doll, obedient as she was, found that she lacked the mental capacity to even place two feet firmly on the ground and stand up, much less walk the three feet to my bed. After a minute or two of rest, she finally mustered the strength to stagger to her feet and collapse onto the mattress. When she did, I tilted her head up by her chin and locked her dazed, half-open eyes with mine.

“What’s your name?” I asked. She blinked once, slowly, before lazily answering.

“Doll…”

“And what is my name?”

“…Master…”

I told her to close her eyes an focus on the spiral. The second her lids shut, I immediately felt her body relax even more, watched her drop even deeper. I reminded her of how few thoughts remained in her head, told her to collect them into a tiny little bubble and watch that bubble pop. She smiled at this. She loved being this stupid.

I continued to toy with her mind before fingering her fast, furiously, commanding her to squirt all over my hand. My doll doesn’t squirt when she’s awake and conscious, but in trance her orgasms almost always result in a little dribble. That night, however, she doused my hand. Her mind is absolutely fascinating whenever she’s under hypnosis.

As she lied there, a beautiful, crumbled mess of a woman, I told her to look deep into my eyes. She struggled to open them before locking on to me. I tilted her chin up with my finger and said,

“Now I want you to listen to me very carefully. I’m going to count down from five. As I do, your thoughts will slowly come back to you, and by the time I get to one, you will wake up for me, completely aware and back to normal.

“However…this one time, I’m going to give you a choice. Do you want to be my thinking girl again? Or do you want your Master to make you even dumber?”

Before I could even finish my sentence, my dumb little doll was already mumbling the word “dumb.” I felt myself shiver with delight. If only she could see herself, how pathetically needy she was for me to strip away her brain.

So I did. I teased her nipples, told her to focus on the spiral, and watched as whatever trace of her mind was left dripped out of her open, swollen pussy for me.

I told her she was to suck my cock. Judging by the look on her face, the only word she could comprehend in that moment was “cock”, and she sleepily, mindlessly, blissfully twisted her neck to look down at my crotch. I undid my pants, slid my erect cock out, and watched as she lied there, her mouth open, her tongue out, absolutely nothing in her head but the need to suck.

I whispered in her ear “Doll, I need to warn you. The more you suck my cock, the more dumb you’ll grow. Every time you suck my cock, more and more of your brain will vanish. Your thoughts, memories, ability to comprehend, inhibitions, fears, worries, doubts…everything that makes you you…that will all disappear. Are you sure you want this?”

But it was far too late; my dumb doll was drooling, her red lipstick dripping down her chin in anticipation. She had never wanted anything more in her entire life.

Her head on the pillow, I positioned myself in a push-up position and forced my cock into her mouth. Her moans were unmistakable; there was nothing left in her but pleasure. I had never seen her this deep in my entire life.

As proof, a little backstory: my doll cannot deepthroat. It’s not from lack of trying, of course; she has a medical problem with her throat that causes her gag reflex to react to anything that goes too deep. We’ve tried, and I’ve accepted the fact that she physically can’t do it. I’m OK with this. I’ve never punished her or showed resentment because it’s not her fault. 

My doll also has a problem with gifs and videos of women taking a man’s cock - dripping with her own desperate saliva - and rubbing it all over her face. She says it’s ridiculous and looks too silly, and that it’s a little too degrading for her tastes. 

As she was under my spell, her mind completely gone, deeper than she’s ever been before in her life…she deepthroated me. Ten times. 

It was the most phenomenal sensation I had ever felt in my life.

This isn’t because I’ve never been deepthroated before. I have been, plenty of times. But not by my doll. Not after so many attempts. Not after accepting the fact that she physically cannot do it. And yet, there she was, sticking the entire shaft down her tight little throat, drooling onto my bed and her chest and the pillows, not gagging even once. 

How did this happen? Was it because she was too dumb to remember that she couldn’t? Or was she overthinking it when she was awake and conscious, but with her mind stripped away, there was nothing to overthink? When I told her about it afterwards, she seemed even more shocked than I was. But I remember it vividly: every inch, every single centimeter of my hard, erect cock was down her throat, completely, at least ten different times. I’d never been more satisfied with or proud of my doll in our entire relationship.

Hearing my moans of pleasure, she took out my cock, dripping from her own saliva, and desperately rubbed it all over her face. Lipstick smeared, her face grew slick and shiny from her spit…it was primal, raw, animalistic. There was nothing else in her head. There was no embarrassment, no shame, no inhibitions. This was the girl in her head, the desperate, slutty, obedient sex doll that had been waiting to be released. I let her out of her cage, and she was free to do what The Other Girl was too afraid to do. And she was loving every single minute of it. She was finally completely free.

I removed my cock from her messy lips, a long, thick strand of saliva connecting my balls to her mouth before separating and landing on her forehead. She looked up at me with wide, dark eyes, the way a newborn baby would mindlessly stare up at her parents. I kissed her wet, sloppy face hard, her lips hanging open the entire time, completely unresponsive to this act. She couldn’t process what a kiss was.

I held her head, looked deep into her unmoving, unresponsive eyes, and asked, “What is your name?”

She looked at me for such a long time, not even twitching, before her eyebrows slowly and slightly lowered in confusion. Language…I was speaking perfect English, but she couldn’t mentally comprehend what language even was at this point. I repeated the question again, and her eyes glazed over before mindlessly looking over the rest of my dark room. This was it: her mind was completely, thoroughly, 100% cleaned out.

I gently placed my hand over her eyes, allowing them to close, and she instinctively relaxed again, the spiral filling her mind. I retrieved a condom and opened the wrapper, telling her what I was going to do (after she woke up, she recalled the only thought she was able to form throughout this entire process: “condom means sex”). Using the smallest, simplest words I could, I told her that she was going to go even deeper: I was going to literally fuck her brains out. I told her that, when she came, she would practically be catatonic for a few moments before slowly regaining her mind, memories, and ability to think.

She seems to enjoy this idea. Or maybe she just enjoyed the fact that I was putting a condom on, and that meant sex. It was difficult to tell at that point.

So I fucked her. I fucked her very hard, and as I did, as she grew closer to orgasm, I watched her eyes twitch, her tongue hang lifelessly from her smeared lips. And when she came, she lied there for a few moments, her lips mumbling incoherent noises, her eyes staring lifelessly ahead. She was gone.

I held her close, keeping my eyes on her face, waiting to see if I had to activate my failsafe. After a few moments, I saw her brows furrow a bit, and her eyes beginning to move at a somewhat normal pace. I asked if she was OK, and she looked at me. In those moments, I saw her mind slowly return, reassemble itself piece by piece. It’s not that her mind had been turned off; it had been completely removed, and she was rebuilding it.

I asked her again, “Are you OK, my love?”

She mumbled slowly “O…K?” before slowly curling up into a ball next to me, holding me tightly. I held her tighter than I ever had before, kissing her forehead and telling her how proud I was of her. And I was…still am. That was the longest and deepest I had ever pushed her, by far. And she handled it like a complete champ.

Slowly, she regained her ability to think, and soon we were talking about it as if nothing had happened. She was astonished by her ability to deepthroat, absolutely humiliated by the fact that she rubbed my cock all over her face, and somewhat turned on by the fact that, mere minutes ago, she was too dumb to remember her own name. 

It was the most intense hypno session we had ever done, and I love her all the more for it. I pushed her mind and body hard, and she took it all beautifully. 

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My doll drank from a doggie dish

This is a long post, but it details one of my favorite triggers I’ve installed into my doll’s mind, and how it opened up a new kink that neither of us knew we had. It’s also sexy as fuck because it’s 100% true, and just happened a few days ago. Let me just say, for the record, that erotic hypnosis, pet play, BDSM, and Dom/sub relationships are fucking fantastic.

“Pet play” is actually relatively new to hypnosis-slave and I, but if you scroll through her blog you’ll find the clues that lead up to her transforming from a curious young sub to a hypno-slave who will occasionally bark like a dog and lick my mouth enthusiastically. 

She gets annoyed at how often I bring this up, but she always insisted that while she may have been curious about the “pet” dynamic, she never wanted to go so far as to actually bark. In her mind, that was sinking too low, and it was a level of embarrassment that she did not want to get close to.

That’s very important to remember.

Over time, we experimented more and more with what it meant for her to be my pet. However, it wasn’t until I hypnotized her that we realized the full extent of what her mind wanted.

When I tranced her to be my pet, she could only crawl on her hands and knees. Eventually, she couldn’t use speech, and slowly she even found it difficult to nod or shake her head to yes or no questions. I made sure that she was obedient, and that she was a happy little girl. That was all.

That night, the first or second time I hypnotized her to be my pet, I told her to beg for an orgasm. Without so much as a suggestion, she barked. Quietly, and not terribly enthusiastically, but it was there: my doll’s conscious mind hated the idea of barking, but her subconscious mind couldn’t shake how badly she needed it.

Afterwards, she told me that she felt like a completely different person while under and in pet mode, a “Jekyll and Hyde” sort of mental transformation. She could vaguely remember what she was doing, but her entire mindset was completely different. This gave me a twisted idea: I wanted her to be able to slip in and out of pet mode easier, without the need for hypnosis. That’s where her “pretty little collar” comes from.

The trigger is this: Whenever I secure the collar around her neck…whenever she feels it tighten and “lock”…her mind immediately shifts into pet mode, without induction or even persuasion. We’ve done this for a while, and it never gets old watching the aroused embarrassment disappear from her eyes and that big, happy, dumb little smile flash across her face. 

This past weekend, I had plans to make her drink from a doggie dish while in pet mode. I knew she would’ve complied perfectly and happily with the collar around her neck, and one throwaway comment she made the day before made me want to push this scene even further. She offhandedly mentioned that she was slowly finding herself more and more turned on by the idea of humiliation and degradation. Now, by Tumblr’s BDSM standards, our relationship is fairly tame; I don’t slap her face, I don’t inflict violence that would make her bleed or leave scars, and I don’t think I’ve ever actually humiliated her before. We hadn’t talked about or planned anything surrounding degradation, but I suddenly had a much more fun idea for our pet play scene that night.

After a bit of dominating foreplay, I took out the doggie dish. It’s small and silver, very generic. The second I removed it from my bag of tricks, however, I saw my doll’s eyes widen in fear for a split second before she turned her head away. I couldn’t help but smile.

I stood up and took a cold water bottle out of the fridge, emptying half of it into the dish. Still, she looked away.

In her mind, I’m sure she was thinking about the collar being placed around her neck, and all of the animalistic orders she would mindlessly obey with it on. So when I told her to get down on her hands and knees and crawl to the dish with her neck bare, she gave me a shocked and terrified “Are you sure?” glare. I felt my heart beat faster with arousal as she gave me that look; I was very sure.

She was slow to get to her hands and knees, and even slower to crawl the six feet to the dish. She kept her eyes to the ground, never even glancing at the dish until I grabbed her face and forced her to. The look she gave it was the same look she gives the spinning crystal when she’s trying to resist hypnosis: fear, because she knows to resist is useless. 

I told her to drink. She didn’t move for a few seconds, so I told her again, this time forcing her head down into the thing. Her face hovered over the water for a few seconds, her entire independent mindset racing through her mind. She comes from a family of extremely strong-willed women, and her feminism is both deep-rooted and a source of pride for her. She’s a hard worker and a confident person who doesn’t take shit from most people. She is, as a person, very strong.

And here she was, about to drink from a doggie dish like a fucking animal while her Master towered over her.

She took one little slurp, and she only took another when I made her. I saw a slight lump in her throat, and her face was blushing more than I’d ever seen before. I didn’t know what I would’ve done if she started crying; would I have stopped the scene and given her aftercare? Would I have encouraged her gently to keep going? Would I have ignored the tears and kept pushing this scene? Even I, as a Dom, hadn’t much experience with degradation before. 

Instead, I grabbed her by her arm and forced her to her feet. I reached down with two fingers to feel her pussy for two reasons: first, I wanted to make sure that she was getting pleasure from this. And second, if she was, I wanted to keep pushing that humiliation as hard as I could.

I didn’t even have to put my fingers inside of her. Her pussy lips were slick with her juices, practically dripping down her thighs. I’d seen her this wet before, but only a few times, and only during hypnotic orgasms. As a Dom simply experimenting with degradation for the first time, I couldn’t believe it: she was wetter drinking from the dish without the collar on than she was with it on.

I stuck my fingers deep inside, getting them nice and wet, before shoving them into her mouth. “Taste that,” I growled into her ear as she closed her teary eyes and sucked my fingers dry. “Taste how much you love being degraded and used.”

Eventually, I put the collar back around her neck, and the fear and embarrassment evaporated. She happily drank from the bowl like a good pet, she licked my cock thoroughly and enthusiastically like a lollipop, and she barked nice and loud when I finally made her cum. I don’t mean to gloss over that part, because it was insanely sexy, but it’s what happened after I removed the collar again that’s even more important.

I brought her back to her conscious mind and we discussed what had just happened, all while I was still lazily playing with her body. In time, as we do, casual conversations and lazy foreplay eventually led to me finger fucking her again. I looked deep into her eyes and told her what a good little dumb doll she was, how obedient a hypno slave and how wet of a slut she was for me. And as I brought her closer to orgasm, as I felt her wet pussy tighten against my knuckles, she let out a loud “BARK!”

We were both caught by surprise at this, of course. Her collar wasn’t on, and I hadn’t tranced her at all. But the second she barked, I felt her pussy grow even wetter, and her orgasm was so intense that she almost doubled over in beautiful agony. 

Her subconscious mind made her bark because she knew it made her feel lower than me, because it made her feel embarrassed and humiliated and degraded. In that moment, all of the pressures of being an independent and hard-working modern woman were completely and thoroughly stripped away, and for the first time in her life, she came as if she was literally nothing more than a series of holes to be used.

We’re both still on this journey together. We don’t yet know the extent of the degradation that either of us can handle, nor do we know how far we’ll decide to push it. But it’s something we both very much want to experiment with more, and if last weekend is any indication, both her subconscious mind and her delicious pussy are ready for more.

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Your tits haven’t fit in that bra in years!

I do love how they just keep growing for us, doll...

Can I go out just wearing this? Or?

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