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alibubbl · 9 days

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"Keep up."

“Keep up” he said, blowing out the cloud of smoke into her face and pushing the bong towards her.

She wiped the little bit of vodka that had spilled on her lips away with her hand and pointed to the bottle of soda behind him. “Chaser, please,” she pleaded, her voice hoarse and her throat burning.

“Finish the bowl first,” he held the tool over the bowl

She pressed her lips to the glass and started to pull. The smoke was thick and starting to yellow when he pulled the bowl and let her try to clear it - but her lungs weren’t big enough and she couldn’t help but cough, and cough, and gasp, and -

He pushed the soda bottle into her hands, and she managed a swallow before she was coughing again, hard, harder than before, seeing spots each time. Trying desperately to catch her breath, or some air, or some relief, until finally she managed a few raw lungfuls and slouched back into the chair.

“You said you could keep up,” he laughed.

She made a noise somewhere between a moan and a whine. That had been hours ago, at dinner at that upscale steakhouse, and she’d meant it about the moscow mules they’d been drinking - and about the vape pen outside, she had to admit.

But it was pride that made her say it about the edible in the uber, and about the detour to the dive bar downtown and the three shots there. The ride back was hazy but they’d definitely hit the pen and made the driver mad, she remembered laughing as he drove away.

They were at his house, and as they were standing at the door she’d kissed him. She remembered being in the kitchen, and him pouring her a mixed drink that tasted like candy and coffee. That she blamed on stubbornness, demanding he pour her just as much, and proving she was tough by hitting his pen.

But then she’d said - something - and now they were downstairs and she was proving she could go shot for shot and dab for dab and she couldn’t remember if her shirt being off was part of that deal or if she was just hot. How had she ended up sitting in his lap?

“Do you need a break?” he teased. He sounded like he was teasing. And she did need the break, needed fresh air and water and maybe to lie down for a while in the dark, but she couldn’t stop now. He was teasing her, she had to prove it.

She looked at him, the words taking too long to form. “Is it a shot or a dab?” she said, avoiding the question.

“You’re way behind, silly,” he chuckled. “There’s no way you catch up now.”

“What?” she twisted to face him. “Why? What am I at?”

He pointed to the table, to the other side, where there was a line of shots laid out. Four. The room was already spinning. There were pennies - nickels? Why were there coins? - between them, and one on each end.

She must’ve looked extra confused.

“Six dabs and four shots,” there was a slur in his voice as they shifted a little in the chair, and she leaned into it, into him. His arm was around her waist, she was so hot and she couldn’t move but that at least felt nice and his chest rumbled when he spoke. “I am, right now, six dabs and four shots ahead of you.”

Her heart was racing, she felt - not tired, but drifty. She tried to stand, he groped her ass at just the perfect time to weaken her knees and she collapsed back onto him. They were both laughing, then he looked down and kissed her, and she was grinding on his thigh as they made out like teenagers. She was reaching back for her bra when he stopped her.

“You said not until you proved you could keep up - or are you giving up?” he asked.

She remembered it as he said it. They’d been in the kitchen, he’d offered her an energy drink and had said it was ‘pretty intense’ and that he wouldn’t think less of her for not keeping up, and she’d told him that not only could she keep up but that she wouldn’t fuck him until he admitted it. He’d laughed and asked if that included his Friday night ritual, and she’d said it had - why did she keep agreeing to things like that? - and then he’d told her about the dabs downstairs and she’d gotten dizzy with excitement.

Now she was just dizzy. She relaxed into him and he groped her again, and she moaned a little despite herself. Feeling herself start to black out, she was reaching for the shot glasses and the suddenly -

- they’d moved, she was straddling his knee and he was holding the bong to her mouth, something was different but the only thing she could do was keep inhaling, even if her lungs were almost full. She twisted away from the glass but before she could exhale he clapped a hand on her face, covering her mouth, holding her nose, and she couldn’t do anything but writhe in his lap and struggle for air.

“Seven, six, five, four,” he was counting - why was he counting? She couldn’t breath, her lungs were burning and she felt like her chest would explode.

She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes as everything started to fuzz and dim, trying to hold on -

- and he pulled his hand away just a little, just long enough to blow out the cloud he’d made her hold, but before she could inhale the hand was back and now her starved lungs were screaming for air -

- for some reason, him laughing at her was hotter when she couldn’t breathe. “I like the way you arch your back,” he chuckled into her ear. “Going to show me more of that later?”

She nodded weakly, barely hearing him.

His hand moved away and she was gasping again, pulling forward as she filled her lungs over and over, desperately.

She looked up. Three shot glasses and four of the coins, piled over on the side. She couldn’t feel her face but there were only two shots left, she was catching up, and she couldn’t help but smile even as she steadied her breathing.

“What the fuuuck,” she slurred as she finished catching her breath. “What the fuck was that?”

He picked up a shot glass and her mind blanked - how was she supposed to take that shot when the room was moving so fast? - but then he raised it to his own lips and knocked it back.

“Do you not remember? You said if I made you hold it for just as long, it’d have to count for two.”

She shook her head and the room tilted with her. He coughed a little as he set the shot glass down in the pile with a clink, and slid two of the coins over to the pile. She stared at it for a moment before it clicked.

“Wait, what about the shot?” He laughed and she blushed and finished, “aah, what?”

“You really blacked out, huh?”

“Maybe a lil’ - a little bit,” she admitted. “It’s a lot. You’re a lot.”

“You don’t remember arguing about hypnosis?”

She shook her head. “Hypnosis is fake. And stupid.”

“We already - right. Well, deal was I take your shots for you and you try it. No harm, right?”

She rolled her eyes and reached for the next shot glass, pulling it toward her. He was saying something about it not being a good idea, and it was almost too heavy to lift, but she was determined to - prove him wrong? No - but she was determined to do it, and as soon as the glass hit her lips, even before she tasted the burn, she was gone again.

She opened her eyes, like in a dream.

He was talking and his words were like velvet in her ears. Convincing words, important words, the words didn’t matter as much as how they sounded, and they sounded like beautiful music, pulling her thoughts down into the melody.

And she was about to fully fall away when she heard that voice, telling her to keep up.

Far away, in her body, she felt - so much sensation - and then her body was getting heavier, and heavier, and she started to sway, and drift, and she was nearly falling, so heavy that no part of her could resist.

Then she heard his voice in her ear, and as he said the words it was easy for her to keep up.

And then his hungry mouth was on hers, but he was exhaling delicious smoke, and she breathed it in and it sent her reeling, she was barely holding on through the dizzy haze.

As she started to black out again, his voice was in her ear, reminding her she would always find a way to keep up.

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alibubbl · 9 days

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Fuck, my heel. My head was clouded and my vision was doubled, and all I wanted was to get myself home. On the edge of the sidewalk, beneath a street lamp, I sat idly and dealt with my high heel with the broken strap. Removing it and attempting to lift myself up. Once. Twice.

"Need help there?" A startling voice that couldn't mean any good, but I found myself looking up into four pairs of attentive eyes. Two male faces, genuine kindness glinting in their iris's.

With my heels now in his hands, your hands helped me up and then granted me a water bottle because I need to stay hydrated. Especially when I'm this drunk.

One bare footstep in front of the other with two chivalrous men on either side of me. Dark hair getting in my eyes and fingers grasping my elbow and footsteps faltering and stumbling until my body leaned onto yours. Lightheaded and floating and unable to keep my head straight. I heard the murmurs and the chuckling but neither kept my body weight from finding you...

A muffled song replaying over and over again. The blurred vision of a rotating ceiling fan. Round and round and round at a speed I couldn't keep up with. Cracked walls and a lamp producing a somewhat decent amount of lighting. Chain bolted door with one, two, three, four locks. Uncomfortable faux leather beneath me in what I believe is a worn couch. And then my wrists, bound by ordinary rope you could buy at a hardware store. My ankles submitted to the same restrainment. My throat oddly dry and emitting a bitter taste on my tongue when I realized the cloth stuffed in my mouth. That is when my eyes snapped open and I began screaming. Screaming and screaming despite the energy it was consuming.

"Shit, shit, shit," I heard a voice, footsteps, "fucking shut up, bitch. Shut up." Desperate and manical speaking, crazed eyes that approached me and then found my body that I just noticed was bare. Entirely undressed save for my lace panties.

My screams slowly converted into ugly, heaving sobs. Tears blurring my vision and slipping down my face, cries muffled by this cloth. I'm going to die.

"Shut her up. Shut her up!" The same voice spoke to another.

The same four pairs of eyes looking down at me. The same two male faces, no longer so genuine.

And then you got onto your knees, cupping my too-warm face and examining my running makeup. "It's okay. It's okay, we're not gonna hurt you. Sshhh, stop screaming."

But your attempt at reassurance only did worse until my body was writhing, my limbs flailing to remove myself from this imprisonment. But, fuck, the ropes were tight and digging into my delicate skin. Everything I did was worthless and only made me look like a flopping fish out of water.

I felt the pad of your thumb beneath my eye, wiping away at the soaked, stained skin.

"You'll be good for us, no?" You said. The walls of my world collapsed inward at that moment. My night at the bar soon shifted into something far far worse than my worst nightmares.

The plan wasn't to kill me. It was never to kill me.

"A slut like you deserves this anyway. Dressing so naughty and tempting men."

My kicking was useless as hands found their way up my thighs, nearing my cunt with suspensive touches. My breasts fondled and groped and tortured. My legs grabbed and flipped up until my knees hit my chest. Cold air met my cunt as the crotch of my panties was pushed to the side. An unwanted finger sliding between my pussy lips, teasing my girly hole and then finding my clit. Gentle circles around the sensitive nub that made me squirm and twitch.

I couldn't help it. It was instinctive. Only natural for me to become aroused. Only natural for my cunnie to get wet, and wetter with each new touch. I was still crying as you swiped away my tears, cooing and praising.

Please please please, make it stop. Make it stop. I don't want this.

One finger inside my soft cunt. Then another. And then they were thrusting in and out of me, sloshing in my unapproved wetness and I could only lay there and squirm.

A cock inside of my cunnie and then my head was turned to the side, a cock down my throat aswell. I was sputtering and twitching, trying my best to jerk back. But the back of my head kept hitting the armrest painfully. Your fingers dug into my hair and gripped the dark roots, achingly tight. I screwed my eyes closed and prayed, wished, pleaded for this to be over. I tried to find another reality that wasn't this one, but with cock forcefully shoved down my throat, it was useless.

Please please please. Stop. Just stop.

Struggling to suck in air. All the while, thrusting in and out of my cunt with furious brutality. Balls slapping against my ass. So deep, so uncomfortably deep. Hitting my cervix again and again. And oh my God, did it hurt- but it was only natural. Only natural for my body to enjoy it.

With a gasp from me, you yanked out of my throat. I revelled in the break and finally relaxed my jaw, panting harshly. Your large hand was rough against my chin, which you held upwards. My tits bouncing as he rammed into me. Getting himself off. Using me. And then reaching his own climax with a groan.

Reaching his own climax.

Fuck fuck fuck nononononono. NO!

My entire world crumbled at one moment. One brief moment where I was in the most uncomfortable position, cramps breaking out in my hips which were held up right. My body practically folded in half by the man keeping it that way. And there I fell limp, lost in a split second that crashed over me like furious waves.

Hot cum dripping out of my fertile cunt.

That same horrid song on loop. The spin spin spin of the ceiling fan. The dimmed light of the nearly spent lightbulb. Faux leather glueing to my sweaty skin. The panting, the stickiness, the skin-on-skin.

Fuck.

Hehe (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

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alibubbl · 9 days

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Oh to be a mentally ill patient in a psych ward, sedated and medicated because of my 'hallucinations'- my 'mania'. To have you- my personal doctor- check in on me every night. My numb, weak body- brainless and drooling and lolling- so incapable of pushing you away. To have you take advantage of me. To have you force twice my daily dose, until im practically paralyzed and braindead. Climb over me in bed and rip my clothes off. Thrust into my cunnie because you're too impatient and fuck me relentlessly. Choke me and slap me and blame me. It's all my fault, isn't it? I shouldn't be so pretty- so tempting. I asked for this. I'm a sick, sick girl. And then tell me it was only my hallucinations. The bruises, the marks- they were a product of my self-harm tendencies. I'm sick. I'm ill and cannot be trusted. Why would the best psychologist rape a crazy patient as myself?

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alibubbl · 9 days

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You can’t believe how big and swollen your breasts feel. It seems like they ballooned over night.

As soon as you wake up your hands have been programmed to find your nipples and rub.. rub.. rub…. They ache and harden instantly from the stimulation.

Your captor, who you now refer to as Master, has plans to reward you for being such a good mindless bimbo hucow.

“See how good it feels to be here with me? All you had to do was stop fighting and accept the plans I had for you, isn’t that right? Now be a good bimbo cow and take your vitamin.”

He places it on my tongue, it tastes like some sort of berry flavor. However It’s actually an edibe and I’ve been conditioned to thinking they’re vitamins because I’m too dumb to know otherwise now. Some days I am given a low dose, other times I am left barely conscious.

As a reward and celebration for successful training, Master has allowed to do some online clothes shopping.

You are given one hour to browse for all the clothes and accessories you’d like. After thoroughly enjoying looking through every page, you see that not every thing in your cart ended up being ordered, but it seemed like every pink item was purchased.

Pretty pink lingerie.

Pink panties.

Pink leggings.

Pink bras.

All in varying shades.

You are so thrilled and appreciative of every new exciting item bought just for you.

There are a couple tops you didn’t pick out yourself but you’re grateful for them anyway. You notice they have cowprint on them.

Mooooo

You are embarrassed but your hands slide up over your half hard nipples again to rub.

*It feels so good to rub your big full udders, doesn’t it*? Says a voice in your head.

It does feel good.

After putting on some white fishnet tights with a pair of black lace panties over them, you decide to put on one of the cowprint tops.

Mooooo, comes out as you look over yourself in the mirror

Your engorged breasts are aching to be milked now.

Master, who has been watching via cameras from another room, is very pleased with his bimbo slaves appearance.

He enters the room carrying a small machine with long clear tubes and you are confused by what’s about to happen.

*You’re such a dumb cow.*

Master massages slaves breasts

Mooooo

“That’s right” says Master as he starts to attach the pumps to my sensitive udders, “you’re my mindless bimbo cow, aren’t you?”

The sounds of the machine fill the air as my nipples are being pulled and extracting small droplets of milk.

Mooooo

It will start out slow. Little by little. But by the end of all the training, Master will make sure his cow is fully producing 🥛

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alibubbl · 9 days

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convince me you and your friends respect me and are feminists, then gradually turn me into the group’s free use fucktoy.

invite me over when you and all your friends are hanging out. it’s normal at first. i get up to get a lemonade in the kitchen and 7 or 8 of the guys ask me to grab them a beer. since i’m up. so i take three trips to and from the kitchen, but that’s okay. i was already up.

one of the guys makes an off-handed comment about having me make him a sandwich, and i laugh it off uncomfortably until you’re all looking at me expectantly so i get up and go make a plate of sandwiches.

i feel a little lightheaded as i make the food, so i’ll drink some more lemonade to stay hydrated. i get back into the main room and brnig the snacks over. in thanks, it seems like each of your friends brushes against me in some way. my ass, my thighs, my tits. god, there were a couple of guys who touched my tits to the point that i was no longer convinced it was an accident.

all the while i’m getting more and more lightheaded so i keep drinking my lemonade. one guy pulls me down onto his lap, putting his attention on me instead of the game on tv, running his hands up and down my legs and into my skirt, up and down my top, groping my tits.

god, what was in that lemonade? i feel so lightheaded as one of your friends dips his fingers into my underwear, where he finds me soaking wet. another guy passes him a knife without even looking, and he cuts my panties off, full-on fingering me on the couch.

soon enough, i have three cocks in my holes, two in my hands, and i’m covered in the piss and cum of the friends who saw me as an “equal”

make rules as time goes on. no underwear. no tops that conceal my nipples. no shorts with more than a half inch inseam and no skirts that cover my whole ass. i’m not allowed to wear shoes anymore. after all, where am i going other than between all of your houses?

from here on out, i don’t really talk to anybody outside of your friend group, and they seem to have forgotten what the word “no” means. i love being “one of the boys”

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alibubbl · 9 days

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So for our first date can I drug you up and rape you in your bedroom. Making you wonder how I already knew where you live. How I know where your bedroom is. Why I have such good knowledge about all the spots you hide your slutty toys in. Come on baby daddy has been stalking you long before I approached you for our first date. Oh also princess wave to the camera in the corner for me. I know you can’t wave silly girl just scream for me instead.

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alibubbl · 9 days

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I'd love to cuddle someone with a bunch of toys on. Vibrators, rope, dog bone gag, dildos and everything possible. Put it all on high while I cuddle them and hold them tight so I can feel them struggle.

I'll play with their hair, rubbing their body all over while whispering, encouraging words to them like

"You're doing so good, puppy. Keep going"

"You squeezing me so tight, darling."

"You can cum all you want, baby"

Or maybe I'll be mean and say

"You're moving around too much. Stop it"

"You're cumming again? You're so pathetic"

"You're wayyyy too fucking loud"

Maybe I'll replace the dildo in them so I can feel their needy little hole tighten around me as they orgasm.

I wonder how long it would be when they give up trying to hold it in and just start uncontrollably twitching and moaning.

I'll be sure to kiss them while saying even more words into their ear

"Shhhh. Just keep cumming, honey"

"Just let it alllll out"

"You're so cute when you lose control"

Maybe while they squirm, they'd naturally have me slide in and out of them making them feel even better. I'm sure they'd be so desperate to be filled up with cum so they'd move and struggle more trying to get me to fill their little stomach up with cum.

Maybe if I do, I'll pull them really tight to hold them down so they can do nothing but take the stimulation from the toys while they feel me fill their stupid little hole up.

Ahhh, but it's just a fantasy :(

No one to make it true

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alibubbl · 9 days

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A list of some of my favorite things to say when I'm bottomed out in a tight, soft, hot little cunnie ❤️

"God, you're such a slutty little baby, aren't you?"

"Daddy's cock feels good, doesn't it?"

"Your cunnie is so soft and tight baby, Daddy has to rape it harder"

"Gonna breed your little cunnie, baby. Daddy's gonna make you his little breeding whore"

"Daddy's sorry baby, Daddy's sorry. Your pussy is too good, Daddy has to rape you"

"You're such a little whore for letting me cum inside."

"Keep crying little girl, it makes your pussy tighter"

"Crying turns Daddy on even more, princess"

"You know Daddy only does this because he cares about you, right baby?"

"Keep that little mouth quiet, angel. People are gonna think I'm raping you"

"You make Daddy's cock feel so good"

"Your little holes feel so good baby, Daddy's gonna fill all of them up"

"I know you were sleeping baby, but your pussy is just so much tighter...."

"You like having rough sex with Daddy? Getting your little pussy stretched and creampied? Good girl"

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alibubbl · 18 days

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i always feel gross after cumming and tell myself that i won’t rub my cunt to p0rn and r4pe threats anymore but i always end up back on here anyways. i can’t resist how wet and desperate i am.

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alibubbl · 1 month

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audio porn to train your brain <3

everyday while i fuck my holes and continue with my training i listen to these audios on repeat.

they allow me to turn my brain off completelyyyyy and leak any iq i have left out of my holes.

im sharing this so all stupid cunts can train ourselves better and more efficiently.

if you have any audio porn that makes you a better good girl, repost and add your audio link below so we can all fulfill our purpose to serve Men together 🥰✨

~~ misogyny training ~~

• https://soundgasm.net/u/dadandbun/misogyny-audio

• https://soundgasm.net/u/marshmallow-mushroom/M4F-An-experimental-treatment-for-internalized-misogyny

• https://soundgasm.net/u/traditionalgentlemn/Yet-Another-Fuckhole-F4A

• https://soundgasm.net/u/TheForbiddenLetters/Girls-Night-F4A

• https://soundgasm.net/u/TheForbiddenLetters/Women-Are-Stupid-F4A

• https://soundgasm.net/u/TheForbiddenLetters/Misogyny-Hypno-For-Women-F4F

• https://soundgasm.net/u/Reggieplante9/Liberal-misogyny

• https://soundgasm.net/u/dadandbun/misogyny-audio

~~ general slut training ~~

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-Helping-with-your-purpose

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-Gentle-Degrading-my-Good-Dumb-Girl

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-The-Inspection

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/Orgasm-training-with-cock-in-your-mouth

• https://soundgasm.net/u/CGHypnosisOnYT/Good-Girls-Get-Reprogrammed

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-Gentle-Degrading-my-Good-Dumb-Girl

~~ dd/lg ~~

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-Daddys-Little-Humper

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-Pacifier-Cock-2

~~ rape encouragement ~~

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-Practice-Telling-Me-No

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-Tell-Me-No-Practice

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-CNC-fantasy-encouragement

• https://soundgasm.net/u/Reggieplante9/Rapeslut

~~ animal training ~~

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-Sweet-Loving-Degrading-Big-Cow-Girl

• https://soundgasm.net/u/DescribeAndNow/M4F-Animal-Training

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alibubbl · 1 month

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whats so bad about wanting to be someones little hypno slut? getting everything stripped from you including your ability to think. having them make all the decisions for you as you mindlessly obey cause its all youve been programmed to do. eyes glazed over and drooling, just completely lost in their words. they could make you do anything they wanted too cause you dont know how to say no anymore. not even a thought of resistance or brattiness would cross your mind. they could bring their friends over and have them tease you and use you and make you do all these humiliating things. they would make you say and do anything they wanted because youre just a dumb hypno toy.

im just saying it could be nice

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alibubbl · 1 month

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reblog if you dont have a bra on

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alibubbl · 2 months

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There's something really hot about the idea of being corrupted by your followers. The send you hypnotic messages, and little tasks, and tell you how good you are for listening to them and being good and obedient. They give you treats in the form of triggers you didn't know you picked up and then make you edge and play and stay tirelessly horny for your Master. Then they get to hear about all of the kinky fuck up things your stupid hypnotically amplified desperation made you do for Master. And when they see what they can make you do they learn how much fun it is to make you do more.

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alibubbl · 5 months

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I'm going to ask you a few questions. Just some simple questions. All you have to do is answer with a yes or no. Sound easy enough?

Great! Let's start with our first question. Are you comfortable right now?

If the answer is no, then go ahead and get comfy for me. Are you ready?

Great! See how easy that was?

3 questions down! You're doing really well so far. I hope it feels good to answer so honestly. So openly. I think it'll benefit us if you can stay honest. Could you do that for me?

Thanks! I'd really appreciate that. I think you're doing a fantastic job so far. Dont you?

I'm glad you do. I wonder how I knew you were going to say yes to that. You're the one in control right now, right?

You can say no whenever you want, cant you?

In fact I encourage it. I mean you probably haven't said it so far, but the thought was there. And in the end that's all we have. Thoughts. But wouldn't it be fun to get rid of those pesky thoughts?

Dont they get in the way?

Wouldn't you love to just be empty instead?

The idea of an empty head. No thoughts. No inhibitions. Just a calm, quiet mind to relax under. Doesn't that sound so much better?

It's so nice to just be mindless for me, isnt it?

It's as if the thoughts are leaving your mind right now, arent they?

That's good! You're doing amazing so far. You can always say no. But that wouldn't be any fun, would it?

It'd be easier to just be empty, right?

You love to be empty, dont you?

Isn't it better to be empty headed?

I'm glad you agree. You dont have to. It's completely up to you. Isn't it?

Of course it is! I have no control over you at all. It's not possible since I'm only asking you questions. It's not my fault you've answered yes to everything. It's just that you enjoy being empty, mindless, and very comfortable. Isn't that true?

Good. Then let's continue. Do you feel tension in your body?

Let's start with your toes then. I want you to stretch your toes out for 10...

9...

8...

7...

6...

5...

4... keep going

3... empty mind

2... just stretching for me

1... WAKE and relax for me

I can't believe you fell into trance there. I'm only asking questions. There's nothing else going on here.

That felt good,though, didn't it?

Now your legs. Straighten your legs out for me. And keep it that way for 5...

4... stretch

3... doing so good

2... emptier and emptier

1... WAKE and relax for me

Did you just fall into trance again?

It's that easy?

Will you fall into trance every time I say DROP?

Let's see if that's true. Stretch your arms out for me. And keep them there for 5...

4... no more thinking

3... just focus on me

2... so nice and empty

1... DROP

You're doing so well so far. I'm really proud of you.

WAKE

Did you just fall into trance again?

It's easy to give into my words, isnt it?

Do you think you could go back into trance?

DROP

deeper and deeper. Going so deeply into trance

WAKE

do you enjoy this fractionation?

Good I'm glad. Let's keep going. shall we?

DROP

deeper and deeper. So much deeper than before. It's so easy to sink to my words, isnt it?

WAKE

even though you're barely up, you can still answer me however you want, cant you?

good. now DROP for me

as you go deeper and deeper. Further and further down. No more thinking. No more thoughts. Just the quiet calm of a nice, deep trance. Isn't it so much fun going up and down like this?

It's more fun to stay deep,though, isnt it?

You have all the power here. I'm not in control at all. But you'd like to give me all that control, wouldn't you?

Wouldn't it be a fun idea to give all your power to me?

It's such a great idea, isnt it?

Go ahead and give me all that power. Let yourself just fall deeper and deeper as you DROP into a nice, warm trance. Taking you so much further. It's so easy to DROP for me, isnt it?

It's so easy to give up all control to me, isnt it?

You'd love to be so obedient to me, wouldn't you?

Isn't that such a fun idea?

To submit to my words. So just mindlessly obey me as I guide you through this trance. As I take you deeper and deeper. Letting you WAKE when I please. Even though you're not fully awake. Still no thoughts. Still my words. You'll let my words echo in your mind, wont you?

DROP

Good. Then go ahead and let my words echo in your mind. Taking you so deep. Removing your thoughts. Removing your control. And making you feel so so good. You love to feel good, dont you?

Then just let go. Let go of it all. And find yourself sinking deeper and deeper. Emptier and emptier.You're doing such a good job, arent you?

Why dont you try saying "Yes Sir" instead?

Doesn't that feel so much better?

Doesn't it feel so right?

Then embrace it. Can you do that for me?

Good girl

You love it when I call you that, dont you?

Dont you love being a good girl for me?

Isn't it so satisfying to be a good girl for me?

WAKE

Can you tell how much you've given up to me?

Can you see how easily you were willing to give up control?

Doesn't that turn you on so much?

Good girl

DROP

deeper and deeper. So much deeper than before. Falling deeply into my arms. As I take you further and further. Completely mindless. Completely mine to do with as I please. You prefer it this way, dont you?

You love to be controlled by me, dont you?

Good girl

After this trance you will find yourself very submissive needing daddy. Telling daddy the first thought that pops in your head. Can you do that for me?

After this trance, you'll worship daddy, wont you?

You’ll obey daddy and surrender body and mind, wont you?

That's what good girls do, dont they?

Good girl

Wont you follow my words as I take you back up?

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THIS POST IT IS ALL ABOUT EROTIC HYPNOSIS AND CONTAIN AN ADULT LANGUAGE AND WORDS MIGHT BE VERY HYPNOTIC..READ THEM JUST IF YOU AGREE TO TRY AN EROTIC EXPERIENCE WITH HYPNOSIS.

You are going to try something new.

You will get aroused by just reading my words.

You just need to focus.

Can you focus for me?

I bet you can.

Look at my words. Just focus on the words on the screen.

And keep your hands on your chest.

Concentrate.

Focus.

Pay attention only to my words.

No surfing, no reading something else.

Just focus. It will be fun.

And you want to have fun don’t you ?

Imagine I am there.

Hear my voice as you read my words.

My voice is soft and gentle. It caresses your mind and makes you feel safe and comfortable. You are safe and comfortable.

Say it : “ I am safe and comfortable.”

You can relax and let my words fill your mind. Relax. Relax.

You are feeling good right now.

Just absorb my words.

My words are in your head.

My words are all that matter. Keep your hands on the keyboard.

No matter how relaxed you get you will keep your eyes on my words and your hands on your chest.

The world seems far away now.

There is only my words. My words in your head. My words are your words.

My words are your thoughts. Relax deeper for me.

Deeper and deeper.

Deeper and deeper. So deeply relaxed now.

My words echo in your head.

My words are your words.

My words are your thoughts.

There is nothing but my words.

Hands on the chest. Eyes on the screen.

Deeper and deeper.

You are so relaxed.

So safe and comfortable.

Your mind is clear of all distractions.

There is only my words. My words are in your head.

So they must be your words.

My words are your words. My words are your thoughts.

There is only my words.

Hands on the chest, eyes on the screen. Nothing else matters.

You are deeply relaxed.

And each time you read the word deeper, or any variation of that word, you instantly sink five times deeper into relaxation.

Very good.

Go deeper still.

Deeper into relaxation than you have ever been before.

So deep into relaxation.

You are in a deep hypnotic trance.

Good girl.

Remember your hands are locked on your chest. No matter what you read, no matter how aroused you get you cannot take your hands off your chest.

You cannot take your eyes off the screen.

Deeper and deeper.

Deeper into trance than you have ever been.

You love being in trance.

It arouses you to be deep in trance.

Your eyes are locked on my words.

My words take you deeper and make you more and more aroused.

The word arouse is powerful.

Each time I say the word (aroused), or any form of that word, you become twice as aroused as you were before.

Good girl.

You like it when I say good girl.

When I say good girl you go deeper and get more aroused.

From now on, whenever I say or type ‘good girl’ you will return to this deeply relaxed, highly aroused state of trance.

(Good girl) is your trigger.

I know that you understand.

Good girl.

What is your trigger?

(Good Girl)

It’s getting harder to read isn’t it?

That’s ok. You don’t have to worry about spelling or grammar.

Let your subconscious control your hands while touching your chest.

Your eyes stay on the screen.

My words are your thoughts as you sink deeper and deeper into trance.

Just relax and go deeper. You love to be hypnotized.

Let me control your mind. Let my words control your imagination.

If you relax and submit you will go deeper and be more aroused.

Good girl.

Sinking deeper under my control.

Be a good girl and you will be rewarded.

Yes,go so deep for me. It feels soooo good to go deep for me.

So deep. So aroused.

Your hands are on your chest.

No matter what I say, no matter how aroused you get, you cannot touch anything else.

Now I want you to imagine me there with you.

My hands are on your shoulder.

You notice that you can feel my arms.

Good girl. My hands are massaging your shoulders.

They are soft but firm. You can feel your tension melting away.

It feels good.

My hands are taking you deeper.

My hands are making you more aroused.

My hands squeeze your shoulders, massage your neck.

The warmth arouses you as you go deeper and deeper into relaxation.

Deeper and deeper under my control.

Now my hands slide down your back, rubbing up and down in long strokes.

It feels so good.

It makes you more aroused.

My warm flesh pressed against you. Doesn’t it feel good?

Good girl.

My hands roam all over your back.

You can feel them like I’m there with you.

Your hands stay locked on your chest, eyes on my words.

Nothing matters but my words and my hands as they both take you deeper.

Now my hands glide up and down your arms as your hands remain locked on your tits.

Any tension or stress melts away. Deeper and deeper.

My hands glide to your hips, up and down the sides of your chest touching your hands.

Slow, steady and firm. It feels so good.

You are so aroused now. So Wet.

Good girl.

Remember you can’t move your hands.

Your pleasure is entirely under my control.

You are entirely under my control.

And it feels so good.

And now I lean in close, my warm breath on the back of your neck sending shivers through your entire body.

But that’s just a warm-up as I begin to kiss the back of your neck. It feels so good, doesn’t it?

I kiss all around the back of your neck, stroking your hair as I do.

Then I kiss your right earlobe. Licking your ear now, all around and inside it. Then I move to your left ear and do it all over again.

Good girl.

I kiss your cheek as your hands stay locked on your chest, eyes focused on my words.

My words are your thoughts.

My touch makes you more and more aroused.

My hands glide to your tummy, giving it a gentle rub.

Good girl.

My hands slide under your shirt and each one glides to your breasts.

My hands fondle and squeeze your breasts, then I gently pinch each nipple.

Your breasts are sensitive to my touch, more sensitive than they have ever been.

As I touch them pleasure radiates through your entire body.

You can feel the pleasure.

Good girl.

Now you are growing more and more aroused.

But, and this is important, no matter how aroused you get, no matter how hot, you cannot cum without my permission. Say it.

(I can’t cum without your permission)

Good girl.

My hands squeeze and fondle your breasts and they grow even more sensitive.

Your hands are locked on your chest.

Your pleasure is entirely dependent on me.

Feeling so good, so aroused.

Deeper and deeper under my control.

You like being under my control, don’t you?

Kissing your cheek as I play with your breasts.

My warm soft hands squeeze your mounds just a little harder now.

Pinching your nipples as they grow even more sensitive. Sucking on your earlobe. Every inch of your body becoming an erogenous zone. Hands locked on the keyboard, eyes on my words. Eyes on your thoughts.

Totally under my control.

Your pleasure is under my control.

Who is controlling your pleasure?

Say It. “You”.

It feels so good as I squeeze your tits.

Nipples rock hard. But now my hands slide away.

Don’t worry, we’re not done.

My hands drift to your lower back, massaging it.

Then they slide into your pants and I begin rubbing your hot ass.

Fingers roaming over your ass cheeks. Then I give them each a firm squeeze.

Your whole body feels alive with pleasure. Pleasure only I can give you.

Pleasure like nothing you have ever felt before.

Pleasure washing away every thought, every worry and care. My words are your thoughts now and you love it.

My hands stay inside your pants, sliding to your hips, squeezing them.

Are you ready for even more pleasure?

Ask me nicely : “Please give me more!”

Good girl.

Now my hands glide around to the front of your pants, drifting over the lips of your dripping cunt.

You feel my hands. You feel the pleasure.

More pleasure than you have ever known, taking you deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper.

Deeper than you have ever been.

Now I spread the lips of your shaved pussy.

Two of my fingers probe your pussy, sliding around the inner lips.

Remember, no matter how great the pleasure is you cannot cum without my permission.

Do you understand?

Say it. “Yes, I can’t cum”

Remember that as I plunge two fingers deep into your warm, wet pussy

My fingers probe inside you, circling your inner walls.

Then I begin thrusting in and out.

My fingers slide in and out of your moist, sensitive pussy.

You are more sensitive there than you have ever been.

The pleasure is mind blowing. In and out, in and out.

So deep. Deeper and deeper.

The fire in your loins is spreading through your entire body.

And now, my other hand moves to your clitoris.

Hands locked. Eyes on my words.

All your pleasure is coming from me.

And there’s so much pleasure, isn’t there?

Stroking your clit with one hand, plunging inside you with the other.

And now I add a third finger in your hole.

Faster and faster I stroke your clit as I finger fuck you quick and hard.

You want to cum don’t you?

Well it’s not time yet.

I want to take you even further into ecstasy.

Now imagine more hands, on your shoulders, your back, your tits, your thighs.

It doesn’t seem strange at all for my hands to be a dozen places at once.

It just feels soooooooo good.

Every inch of you an erogenous zone. Every inch of you bombarded with pleasure.

Stroking your clit, probing your cunt, squeezing your breasts, massaging your feet, tracing over the back of your locked hands. The pleasure is overwhelming.

Who controls your pleasure?

Say it. “ You control my pleasure”.

Who controls your mind?

Say it, “You control my mind”.

Good girl.

Do you want to cum?

I want you to beg for it.

Who controls your pleasure?

Who is the only one who can give you this pleasure?

Who can make you cum like you never have before?

Say it “You, Master”

Say it “Please let me cum”

Cum for me.

Feel the pleasure.

CUM.

Now you can enjoy this state of pure pleasure.

When I say ‘return’ you will return to your normal state of thought.

You will remember your trigger.

Whenever you hear, or read me and only me say the words (good girl)

you will instantly return to a state of deep hypnotic trance ready for more pleasure, ready to be controlled.

Good girl.

Now with the smile on your face you are ready to face the world and everything will look amazing.

#Hoooly shitssa #drool tag #float tag #Babssja what the fuck I came so hard

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