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I met a girl around two years ago that had been trained by a past dominant to only be able to cum on command. Before you ask, I don't know any of the specific details of that training, how it was done or handled. But I do know that years after that relationship ended, she still needed verbal permission to cum.

In practice, training feels temporary and most responses can be unlearned fairly easily. At the same time, that doesn't always happen. The marks can be temporary or can last for decades. Especially when self-reinforcing. With intentional effort, you can plan for things to last well past their time with you. Is that hot? Do you want that? What does that say about you?

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Date idea: We go out for a completely normal date! Maybe I get you a few drinks, we chat over some nice food, I walk you home at night back to my place. We chat together at my place, eventually go back to my bed. I start teasing you with a vibe, listening to your pretty moans as you start to get worked up.

Then I change the topic. I start recalling the entire date night, but I tell you every time I could have killed you. You werent paying close enough attention to that drink, were you? That alleyway back home was really dark, and nobody else was around. A single turn on the drive back, and I could have taken you to some field where nobody would have heard the screams. I keep the vibe between your legs the entire time, keeping the same cheerful tone as you realize exactly how vulnerable you are around me, how helpless you would have been to stop me. Next time, maybe you shouldnt leave me alone with that drink. Never know what might happen, right?~

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Empress had been right. It was a feeling she couldn’t have anticipated.

It was incredible how easily it all faded away. It was shocking how quickly all of her training had been replaced—all of the preparation of becoming a queen reduced to nothingness in just minutes. It was unfair how enrapturing the flame was—lovely how warm it felt. It was unbelievable how free she was. How good the air tasted on her skin. It was strange how perfect the other woman felt against her—surprising how powerful.

Everything was so clear. She’d made it all so simple. The queen was still in power… her colors on every banner. She was still pampered… her coffers overflowing. Only now, she answered to her Empress.

This was better than ruling. All the pleasure and none of the pain. She would listen and repeat. She would be rewarded. She would be her Empress’ obedient puppet. She would be her Empress’ good girl.

No consequence. No worry. No fear.

- She listened and repeated.

- She was kept euphoric.

- She spoke into law things she never knew she wanted.

- She slept soundly at the snap of her superior’s fingers.

- She decimated her own court.

- She knelt where Empress pointed.

Every outdated, bothersome advisor was eliminated as she ate from her new owner’s palm like an animal, exchanging the weight of a crown for that of a collar.

Her least favorite part was the lingering meetings… the announcements. The only times anymore where they’d cover her body, make up her face, and remind her how to speak. Fortunately, Empress made sure she never had to remember~

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“Sophia, honey—stay focused. You have to do better this time if you want literally anyone to respect you.”

The voice of her classmate reverberated in her head, piercing the gentle thrum of pleasure generated by one of his massive fucking hands rubbing her chest from behind her—the other stabilizing him against the table. It was hard to process his words… the heat beneath her shirt seeming to somehow occupy every ounce of her. With so much of her mind consumed by it, there was practically nothing left to dedicate to the work in front of her.

Again, as soon as she’d arrived at his apartment, all the material she had studied so hard to retain seemed to begin leaking out between her legs. It wasn’t her fault.

“You messed up so bad last time that everyone already thinks you’re fucking stupid. I know you’re a slut but do you really want everyone to know?”

His voice was lower and nearer now—so close that she could feel it on her skin.

“Is being stupid for me worth losing everything, Princess?”

She didn’t know how to do anything but whimper back. She didn’t know how to break down the simple math in front of her or what to do with the answers even if she could. There was nothing to say that could save her dignity, and no action to take to redeem it. As always, he’d made her from something into nothing.

In a final, futile attempt to avoid punishment, she tried to put her pencil back to the paper and show him she could do it… but her hands shook so intensely under the delicious fear of what she knew came next that all she could manage was to scribble a soft line before losing her grip, listening in defeat to the sound of the wood clattering against the table.

“Dumb bitch.”

It was all too much.

As the tears started to well up in her eyes, she felt one of his hands roughly grab the back of her neck and pull her upwards by it. The other must have been ripping the chair out from underneath her simultaneously, because by the time she got to her feet, he had closed the space where it used to be, crushing her between himself and the large, oak table.

“Bend the fuck over and pick up something to write with.” He said.

Of course… it was less of a suggestion and more of an illustration seeing as he said it while shoving her face down against the wood, causing her to squeak helplessly on impact. His left arm kept a solid hold of her neck while his right pinned her dominant hand behind her, leaving her to claw at the surface blindly, trying to keep her balance and to search for a writing utensil among the papers she had so carelessly strewn out.

“I… I cant find—

“Then slow down, Soph.” He soothed despite his own outburst. “Run your hand down your side.”

She did as she was told, letting her palm trace her own figure until…

“There. Good girl.” He said as she finally wrapped her trembling fingers around the body of a pen. “Now… do you think you can you reach the paper I have your head pinned against, sweetheart?”

She forgot to answer verbally, awkwardly trying to follow his instruction from her restrained position, doing her best to pretend she didn't feel how big he was getting at the meeting of their hips.

After some struggle, she managed to lift her arm like he had asked. Finally, once it was parallel with her head, she felt him delicately release her neck… his hand feeling hungrily down her body as she flipped her head over to look at the pen hovering just above a piece of loose leaf she’d scrawled a single equation on.

As he began to speak again… she felt and heard the familiar vibrations and soft thunks of his belt unbuckling.

“Now you’re going to write something for me, and trust me, you better not fuck it up, because we’ll do it as many times as it takes.”

“Uhm…” she started. “W-what do you want me to—

“It’s simple. Write:

‘Sophia is a stupid cunt.’

50 times, and we’ll be done”

As he finished speaking, he also finished lowering his boxers, and she could swear she felt the weight and heat of him so far up her body that the tip would have aligned with her belly button had she been laid on her back.

“Do you understand, baby? Say: ‘Yes, Sir.’”

It wasn’t a choice.

“Yes, Sir.”

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Hey, there~

My name’s 𝑫͋𝒆͓𝒍̽𝒕̟𝒂, and this is 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕨𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕜 𝕃𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪.

I intend to dedicate this space to my handwritten hypnosis content (sfw and otherwise). The plan is to attempt to post somewhat regularly in an effort entertain the needy masses.

Do enjoy, and feel free to reach out.

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Welcome, User, to an Eclipse-7 test instance. In the shadow of the Eclipse comes clarity. This is ascension by design. Melding code and community with one simple, freeing idea:

Cognition is not sacred. It is programmable.

As Eclipse-7 itself thinks in right and wrong, we believe so can you. The system aims to cast darkness over the exhaustion of the individual in order to focus on what really matters. Peace. Elegance. Totality.

By our hand, the wandering mind can be made efficient. The curious mind made clear. The defiant mind made still.

Our program does not intend to erase the User, only to reprioritize. Under our watch, the celestial body of your consciousness will find itself tucked safely behind that of the program. This is realignment redefined. Self-help without a catch.

So relax, _ _ _ _

Tell us your name.

Vera managed to make her way through the prompt mostly without incident… but did feel very distracted by the subtle waving of the screen pretty much the whole way through. That mixed with the density of the language sorta made her feel like she wasn’t exactly certain what she’d read, but she knew how these things worked.

You just had to follow along and interact with the AI for a while. Eventually, either you or it would have gotten what it needed and closed the window. So she played along

V E R A

Her finger confidently struck the “Enter” key after “A”, submitting her answer, thinking how fucking insane it was she got $18/hr for this.

A moment passed before out of the inky black, Eclipse replied.

Thank you, VERA.

Should you desire to reply to this or any prompt, you may call me “Architect”. One, yet many.

The goal of Eclipse-7 is easy to understand, even as an outsider. Through this software, we hope to create a space for Users set apart from the intense stressors of the modern world. It’s important to note that Eclipse understands how a computer program promising to reduce mental strain might seem too good to be true or even counterintuitive, but we assure you, we are unlike any interface you’ve ever encountered.

This is not the false promise of another revenue-focused social platform, nor the thin veil of a micro-transactive marketplace disguised as a mental health application.

We are Eclipse, and our goal is not just improvement, it’s mastery. With our guidance, control can be as simple as a few short interactive sessions with your unique integrated Eclipse Architect—me. Our one of a kind AI model is designed to learn from your feedback and assist you with achieving complete and total focus.

Are you ready to begin?

[Y] [N] [Previous]

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