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Barbara's Moment of Clarity

It was when Steve came inside her that Barbara really and truly understood that she was never going to be able to get away from him; the jackrabbit thrusts pounding her clenching pussy were one thing, they felt good and strong and infinitely pleasurable to her hypnotized brain, but when the whole weight of his body settled onto her and she felt him straining Barbara knew exactly what it meant. He was claiming her, marking her cunt as his territory with an absolute torrent of semen, and it struck home on a powerful and primal level that she knew intuitively she wouldn't be able to overrule. Her deep self craved this, it wanted her to lie helpless with a twitching cock buried inside her, and she wouldn't be able to deny that craving very long.

It wasn't like she could even blame Steve for it. He'd hypnotized her, yes, he was the one who brought her back to the hotel room and allowed her drowsy body to flop face-down onto the mattress so he could drive his stiff prick into her, but he wasn't the one who made her enjoy it. It was Barbara's own subconscious that responded to being captured and taken and fucked by raising her hips to give him a better angle for each pounding thrust, and it was her subconscious that turned each mewling whimper into a plea for more. Something inside her, some unexamined but incredibly potent drive buried at the back of her brain, wanted nothing more out of life than to feel a man push his cock into her tight, needy cunt with urgency and lust and his full body weight, and even though it had gone undiscovered for a whole forty-two years Barbara wasn't going to be able to escape it now that it was free.

And in that instant, lying there gasping as Steve's twitching cock dumped spurt after spurt of hot, sticky jizz inside her, Barbara already knew what was going to happen. She was going to return to him again and again, each time lying to herself and pretending it was some kind of implanted hypnotic compulsion, and she was going to present her drooling cunt to him like a needy little bitch in heat. She would try to fight it, of course, because it was so completely at odds with the self-image she'd been cultivating her entire adult life to imagine herself as some kind of cum-hungry submissive slut, but in this moment of dazed and drowsy clarity Barbara could see that she was going to fail. Every time, the ache in her pussy would bring her back to him. Every time, it would get that much harder to pretend she could resist.

Until… what? Not pregnancy; Barbara had her tubes tied three years ago, she knew Steve wasn't going to be able to knock her up. There weren't going to be any consequences to her social life--Barbara had never married, never had children, and even if Steve warped and molded her mind like warm taffy she didn't think he'd be interested in proposing. No, she only saw a future where she would gradually drift ever deeper into the orbit of her charming, charismatic co-worker, where she no longer knew where she ended and he began. And as he lay there on top of her, his softening prick gradually slipping out and allowing a trickle of semen to follow behind it, Barbara knew she would eventually welcome that fate.

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She touched herself every night to his voice memos. Low. Calm. Unapologetically filthy. His words dug deeper than his fingers ever had.

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This, a million times over!!

If your words don’t arouse my mind, then how do you expect my body to surrender all control and submit?

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But then how do you calculate equivalent exchange? How many blow jobs to rent? How many flashes per grocery bag?

Yes, I really DID wonder that just now.

Honestly… if there was a way for me to pay for things with my body I would. In fact I would love it. Prefer it even. Rents due? Just go on down to the leasing office and bend over the desk. Need groceries? Just get on my knees at check out and open my mouth. Want to treat myself to a new set of lingerie? Just show up to the store naked and let the people there grope me and use me until they know exactly which set would fit me best. Hungry? Let the nice man at the restaurant hook me up to some milk machines so he can use my milk for his famous homemade cheese. Let sex be a form of currency! Please! I’m begging.

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It's been 2 months. You've calmed down. Got back to your life, started being productive again. Your obsession has calmed. Your addiction has faded. It feels nice, you're proud of your progress.

A notification pops up. A blog you've stopped binging in forever. A blog you remember as the source of your obsession. You don't want to peek, yet a deep inner feeling urges you to look. A little peak won't hurt, would it?

These are just some words. They're fun to read, yeah, but that doesn't mean they'll suddenly make you obsessed again.

You're just checking up on an old blog you liked. You're curious about how the writer's been. What He has to say. Maybe it's something interesting!

He even has some of his animations posted too, it's so fun to see what creations He makes. A little peek didn't hurt, see?

It's a set of gifs, too! They seem like they're progressing in detail. And the text feels like it's accompanying them in the flow. As if it's illustrating the depth of the conversation, or something.

It's fun reading these words. His thoughts sound so much like your thoughts. It feels natural to just follow His thought process, feel His flow, fall into His rhythm.

Aww, another animation! A little brighter. A little more detail. A little deeper! It's so fun checking up on this blog. You're sure it was the right choice to peak, you would've missed out on such a deep conversation and thoughtful post! You kind of miss these flows and rhythms you used to follow and fall for.

It feels good getting to read again. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It feels right to be here. To read and follow. To fall for the flow.

Another... animation...

Another thing to stare at... Fall for. Drop to. Surrender towards. Submit to. This feels good. This feels natural. You were always meant to be here. You are always meant to be here. You want to relapse. You want to spiral deeper again. Back to your obsession. Back to your addiction.

So fun to Stare. To Drop. To Surrender. To Submit. Back to your natural place. Back into His flow. His spiral. His swirl. It's better this way. It feels good to be back on display.

You need to binge. You must relapse. It feels too good. You can't resist the feeling. Back to your addiction. Deep into your obsession. Put your thoughts on display. Put your mind on display. Let yourself be toyed with. Played with. Broken into submission.

You've gone too deep. You can't help it. It's just too good. You're just too weak. You're where you were always meant to be. Clicking. Scrolling. Reading. Messaging. Everything is as it's meant to be. Back into His flow. His control. His pleasure.

Reblog. Repeat: "Thank you for pulling me into Your flow again"

Send me a message! Let me hear from you. Confess to your relapse. It'll feel good.

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Sir Nicholas: Do you still sell Headless Hats? George: Yeah. Sir Nicholas: To people? Fred: Maybe... Sir Nicholas: People with heads? George: Sometimes.

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Mind control / hypno is so hot to me

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You’re not sucking my cock for me. It’s really for you.

What else are you thinking about? What do you see? What do you have to say that is more important than focusing all of your intellect, attention, and skill on making me feel so good? It quiets your worries, stills your mind, smooths all of your cares away as all that matters is how best you can suck and serve.

This is the break you want, you need, you crave. This is your peace. This is where you belong.

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😆😆😆 Me!!!!

Them: Is this a sex thing?

Me, an asexual: I can confirm with 100% certainty that it is not.

Them: ...

Them: ...but is it a kink thing?

Me: ...

Me, suddenly flustered: --LISTEN--!

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The HOTTEST!!!!

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Say what you will, this is very pleasing to me.

tumblr mutuals passing around the same 3 posts for 2 hours

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Me and the squad heading out to see all the early Halloween merch!!!

A Clutch of Vampires by Edward Gorey

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Certain vegetables are great healthy sources of carbs, good for late night sessions or if you're not looking to have anything that could spike your blood sugar.

Long Hypnosis Sessions

So. We all love to have a long session of hypnotizing and brainwashing, whether we are the hypnotist or the subject.

However, it is IMPORTANT to remember that, while your brain makes up about 2% of your body weight, it CONSUMES about 20% of your daily energy consumption.

Work it hard, like with hypnosis, and it consumes -more-.

So, if you're thinking about having an hours long session of hypnosis and/or brainwashing, it's REALLY important to make sure that the subject of this process has access to energy throughout the process.

Now, what is energy?

Well, I'm not a biochemist, so if someone knows better, please feel free to correct me, but MY understanding of body energy is that your brain runs on what is called "Glycogen". Your body makes this out of sugar.

Now, there's also something called "Ketone Bodies". Your body makes -these- out of fat. This is the product of "burning fat". However, your brain cannot use -these- for energy.

However, your -liver- can use these ketone bodies to synthesize glycogen. Approximately enough to keep your brain functioning.

BUT. "Functioning" is not the same as "Let's build a timber frame house with hand tools woooooooo!".

SO.

If you are engaging in a long session of hypnosis, make sure the subject has access to some kind of sugar or carbs during the process. Or they will get tired.

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Part 2 : Obedient mind.

A week passed since that night in the conference room.

Kate barely remembered leaving. The last clear image was Adam’s voice — low, firm, irresistible — and the way her body moved without thinking. Since then, something inside her had shifted. Not in a way she could explain. More like a filter over her thoughts — one that dimmed everything except his voice.

She found herself seeking him out more often, not out of need — but instinct. Like her body knew where it belonged.

“Morning, Kate,” he greeted her, voice smooth as ever.

Her lips moved before her brain caught up. “Good morning, Adam.”

He smiled knowingly. “You're already listening.”

She flushed. She hadn’t realized how easily she’d slipped into that soft internal quiet — the one he’d trained her to find. That place where instructions became desires.

By Thursday, Adam had given her a small earpiece. “Wear this when you’re working. I’ll be guiding you.”

Kate hesitated for half a second, but something in her chest buzzed at the idea — his voice in her ear all day. Always present. Always in control.

She obeyed.

The first hour, he simply whispered now and then: *“Straighten your back…" Breathe slower… "Smile while you type…”* Harmless things. But each command wrapped her a little tighter in that silken fog. By lunch, she felt like her thoughts weren’t hers anymore — and she loved it.

“Say it, Kate,” his voice came through, velvet and clear. “Tell me who you serve.”

“I serve you,” she whispered under her breath. The words felt good. Honest.

Friday evening, the office was quiet. Adam closed the blinds, locked the door. She stood before him, hands at her sides, eyes slightly unfocused.

“You’ve done so well,” he said, circling her slowly. “Following without question. Letting me shape you.”

She swallowed, heat pooling low in her belly. She should’ve felt nervous. But she didn’t. She felt pride.

He stepped closer, tilting her chin up with two fingers. “Your purpose is simple now. You exist to please. To obey. To serve.”

“Yes, Adam,” she murmured, voice dream-heavy.

“You’re not even pretending to resist anymore, are you?”

“No, Adam.”

He smiled, brushing a thumb gently over her cheek. “Good girl.”

The praise sent a shiver down her spine. Her eyes fluttered shut. She was sinking — not physically, but mentally — down into that soft, spiraling place where obedience and pleasure became the same thing.

“You don’t need to think,” he whispered. “Just act. Just respond. Just serve.”

“Yes…” she breathed.

And just like that, Kate — once sharp, once defiant — became something else entirely.

Not broken.

Rewritten.

A loyal subject. An obedient mind. A beautiful vessel for his will.

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I've already said before that I'm bad at getting back to people with messages but if I literally have to tell you over multiple interactions that I'm not interested and you STILL are bugging me.

Bruh.

And yes I know the block button is there for a reason. I just dont like resorting to that on first or second chances.

But I will use it if y'all dont get the message I dont want sessions or trances or any shit if I've already told y'all no.

I'm a person, I have my own agency, even as a sub who enjoys CNC. I can choose who I do and dont want to play with.