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Reblog if you want to be a drooly, mindfucked mess to be enjoyed.

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click. obey.

At first, it was just a noise. A little click He made when i blushed or squirmed. i thought it was just Him being playful.

But it started showing up at the worst times. He’d click and i'd be dripping through my panties. i spread my legs without thinking. i whimpered mid-sentence because my clit hurt from how needy i’d gotten. And every time, it made me wetter. Every. single. time.

i didn’t even notice what was happening. i thought i was just being a slut. Didn’t realize He was rewarding it. Reinforcing it. Training me.

Until the day He clicked, and my body snapped. Like a toy. i dropped to all fours, drooling, hips up, hole twitching — no thought, no hesitation, just desperation.

i didn’t think. i couldn’t. My brain was fogged, dripping out between my legs, and all i could hear was: click. click. good girl. click.

Now i cum when He clicks. i thank him for it or even beg him to please click. i'm a conditioned little thing now. His needy, broken little thing.

i hope He never stops.

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i want you to outsmart me.

i want you to pay attention to how i speak, how i move, my likes and dislikes, anything you can learn, to figure out what buttons to push.

i want you to plan my inevitable surrender.

i want to be so unsuspecting, friendly and open like i always am, never once guessing that you're filing away this information for later use, answering any mundane question you put to me.

i want it to happen slowly.

i want you to maneuver the conversations in your favor, get me alone just out of public sight, and build trust over time. let me think you're safe and nonthreatening.

i want you to be patient.

i want you to appreciate how long it takes for me to relax. i want you to seem so happily supportive of my preferred length of foreplay. after all, it's about what i want, isn't it?

i want you to indulge me.

i want you to notice which Spirals catch my eye, what phrases make me weak in the knees. i want you to daydream about my eyes rolling back in pleasure because of you. i want you to design the perfect snare for me.

i want you to turn the tables on me.

i want you to use my personality and kinks against me. i want you to take advantage of what turns me on, of the things i find it hard to resist.

i want you to relish the challenge of brainwashing me.

i want you to observe my responses and use them to intensify my corruption. i want you to keep me so high and fuzzy that i can't see straight. i want you to ruin me.

i want you to mold me into your toy.

i want you to use the things i love, to make me unquestioningly controlled by you for the rest of time. i want you to sneak into my heart, and stake your claim.

i want to be stolen away.

A helpless, captured toy.

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At the snap of my fingers, you blinked awake, having no idea how long you'd been in trance, only that you'd been there and it had felt good.

I must not have done a very good job hiding the smirk on my face, because you eyed me suspiciously. Though maybe you just knew me well enough to know that coming up from trance without any memory of being given suggestions always meant that something was going to happen. You just had no way of knowing what it was.

And I sure wasn't about to tell you.

Instead, I told you how much fun I had, how good you were for me, and thanked you for being the perfect subject. Once we had taken care of both of our immediate aftercare needs, I told you to get dressed and took my leave to get some work done.

45 minutes later, which was honestly much longer than I'd expected you to last, there was a knock on my office door.

"Please..." You had tears of desperation in your eyes. Not that it was a surprise.

You thrust your chest out at me, repeating your plea, your nipples stiffer and larger than I'd ever seen them.

I laughed.

"Did you really interrupt my work to ask me to play with your nipples? If you want them played with so badly, play with them yourself."

And that was all it took for you to desperately start rubbing at your nipples. Who knows how many times you'd tried.

I wondered how long it had taken you to figure out that your nipples, sensitive even before I had given you suggestions to find them even more sensitive than usual, wouldn't respond to your own touch. I wondered if you had even figured out that they would increase in sensitivity each time you tried.

By the looks of things, it either took you a while to figure it out, or by the time you had, your nipples were engorged and aching enough to make you so desperate as to keep trying.

"Fuck, it's hot watching you do that, fully knowing that it will only make it worse for yourself."

I kissed you on the forehead and chuckled when I had to take you by the shoulders and hold you at arms' length to keep you from rubbing your nipples against my shirt, crazed with the need for something, any kind of stimulation.

You just whimpered and whined as you once again uselessly rubbed at your nipples, aching for the pleasure they normally brought you, but only making them needier.

I wondered if you'd tried touching between your legs, or if you didn't know yet that it would only stoke the flames in your nipples more.

"Please..." You were exquisitely pitiful. "Please... help..."

"If you insist," I replied with an exaggerated sigh as I moved out of the doorway and motioned to reveal the chair I'd prepared for you in front of my desk.

I studied you as you took in the set of handcuffs threaded through the slats in the back of the chair and the gag neatly placed over the arm. You gave me a puzzled look that did not even remotely cover the desperation you were feeling.

"I'm still working, my love, but if you can't keep yourself from making it worse, you're welcome to cuff your hands to the chair to keep them off your chest. I'll just need you to put the gag in, since I can't have you sitting here begging and whining while I'm trying to concentrate."

You looked slightly betrayed, but it didn't bother me. In your more lucid moments, you begged me for exactly this kind of cruelty.

You turned and strode down the hall, your whimper as I closed the door giving away that you had just been waiting until I wasn't watching to uselessly rub your chest.

It took all of my self-control to not look up at you two minutes later when you returned to my office, sat in the chair in a huff, and started placing the gag in your mouth.

Without taking my eyes off my work, I chuckled when I heard the ratcheting of the handcuffs imprisoning your wrists.

"Very good." I finally looked deeply into your eyes. "Now you just sit there and ache for me until I'm finished."

The gagged whimper you gave in response was going to fuel me for a long time. In fact, I was even feeling motivated to get a jump on tomorrow's work, too.

I was sure you wouldn't mind.

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"Relax, Give in, Good Girl"

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Imagining parading around a hypno sub, their mind so blanked they are unable to walk by themselves and just follow you around. Perhaps their eyes are crossed, mouth drooling. Perhaps you have them walking like a zombie behind you, eyes wide open with nothing behind them

Imagine bringing them to a con with other hypnotists and their subs. Instead of a "trophy husband/wife", where a partner is paraded around to show off their looks, we have a "trophy sub", where a sub is paraded around to show off how deep in trance they are, and how eager they are to serve their dom

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there’s nothing better than being blissed out and hearing your hypnotist laugh.

oh? you’re having fun? did my helpless reaction amuse you? do i look so empty it’s funny? is it pleasing to watch me melt? or is it all going according to some evil plan? i’m too gone to care, please do it again, please.

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i keep thinking abt a tist having a whole conversation w a sub but fully putting words in the sub’s mouth and telling them exactly what to say, like a little ventriloquist puppet routine, the tist acting like it’s a completely normal conversation while the sub is just mindlessly repeating+acting out what they’re given

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If you haven’t come across my post about actual misogynists, let me say it again:

If you don’t respect women in real life, it is not a kink.

Mutual respect between partners is 100% necessary.

You cannot hide your desire to abuse women behind the facade of kink.

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#little things #adore ❤️💋

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tell your sub to pleasure itself like you're not in the room. give it the impossible task of ignoring your piercing gaze as it touches its body. make it perform its authentic private self for you- if it starts playing it up for an audience then give a swift correction. tell it you want to see exactly how it does it all alone, in its most vulnerable and private moments. offer it no comfort when it looks to you for reassurance- let it be embarrassed. only reward it when you start to see motions that look rehearsed, wait until it's eyes glaze over and it's focused, and then start letting it know of your approval by touching yourself. don't let it acknowledge you and never take your eyes off of it. make it get off that way. watch it cum. watch how it does it. later, use what you've learned. i promise it'll be a lot

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my lover just walked up to me with an edible and i thought she was gunna balance it on my nose and tell me to wait but she actually just grabbed my face and shoved it down the back of my throat like a dog taking a pill. im shaking

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Eyes in need

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Watching an intelligent girl slowly go blank and empty before becoming mindless and empty is so cute. She has so many things to think about and has great capability, but she doesn't need that now does she. All she needs is to be a silly little mess who doesn't need to think. She only needs to listen and obey what she is told.

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Training is so romantic.

You’re going to take your time to make me perfect and obedient and create structure and a pathway for the relationship? You’re going to take the time to teach me? Guide me? Mold me? Break me? You could do anything with your time and you are using it on me, to make me better for you, for me, and for us.

What more could a girl ask for?🥹 that’s being loved to its deepest extent.