blackthornspirals

[blackthornspirals]

Hoooly shit i did proper vr hypno for the first time and oh my god my brain is still scrambled help <333 it was so hot I sat on a chair and tied my legs to it so they were spread wide open and I watched 2 videos for a rotal of 15 min but it felt like 5 minutes I was fucking GONE I think I have an actual trigger now which is crazy :333 and when I came out of it my underwear was completely soaked through and I listened to an audio and humped my vibe (kinda my legs were still tied and open) on the lowest setting and I came from that which I was super shocked but proud of.. oh my god I need some time to recover but I'm still super fucking sleepy from the trance it would not take much to put me back under and just thinking about it made me horny again <33333

[blackthornspirals]

Just imagine I’ve hypnotized you again. And I’ve been playing with you for hours.

And now your eyes are half-lidded. Mouth open, drooling just a little — completely gone. I’ve been whispering in your ear for an hour, soft little commands while my fingers keep moving inside your pretty cunt. You slick coating my fingers. I can’t wait to taste you.

And you? You don’t even know your name right now. But you know mine. Or at least, what you’re meant to call me.

“S-so much— nngh— mommy, I-I don’t kn-know—”

“Shhh. Be a good toy, baby. Let me do the thinking. You just focus on feeling good.”

You nod, slow and floaty, thighs twitching like you’re already at the edge again.

“You’re going to cum again? Oh my , are you just a stupid slut?” I say pumping faster into your pretty pussy.

“S-s-stupid s-slut—your s-aah-stupid s-slut” you moan, and I grin. I watch you cum all over my fingers, before bringing them to my tongue.

I pull you by your hair and grab your neck with my slick covered hand.

“That’s right, princess. My perfect little dumb thing.” I turn you to your back, as I put your legs on my shoulders. You whine, gaze showing me that you’re completely gone”

“You can give mommy one more, can’t you” I say and place my mouth on your cunt.

“O-ne more” you breathe out, before you start moaning and trembling again. Like the pretty little thing that you are.

[blackthornspirals]

My love language on here is either programming you into a dumb toy for my entertainment or drooling my brains out and begging to be played with, there is no in-between

[blackthornspirals]

saw someone criticizing the transfem werewolf metaphor and comparing it to how zootopia (badly) sets up predator vs prey as a race analogy and i feel like i should clarify

the transfem werewolf metaphor works because people assume werewolves will be predators to humans, when in reality, real wolves are just. not really all that dangerous to people

and yeah you could argue that a lot of werewolf mythology involves them being violent but thats part of the metaphor! how many people do you think got their impression of trans women absolutely ruined by someone telling a story of some trans girl and calling her a child predator or a big scary man in the woman’s bathroom? because it’s quite a few!

the metaphor works because, much like werewolves, there’s really no reason to assume that trans women are dangerous to anyone else except what people (who have had their fear weaponized) say about them

[blackthornspirals]

One thing I love doing with hypnosis is rejecting the need for a sub's resistance. It's one thing to break their will, but convincing them that they want to give it up themselves? So much sweeter.

I love holding a squirming sub against myself, firmly enough that they can't escape, but not enough to really reinforce their desire to fight, and cooing in their ear about how glad I am to help them relax, how I hope they enjoy not having to think, how happy I am to be able to give them that feeling. Honestly, I often have to stifle giggles as their intention to resist clashes with the feeling of comfort I give them and makes them so adorably confused.

I love treating a sub so gently, so sweetly, that their every instinct tells them to relax, to ignore the need to resist that their poor, confused brain keeps trying to impart. I love watching a sub's struggles slow down as I run my fingers down their spine and whisper about how I just want to make them feel good.

That's always the end. It's one thing to gently drop someone, but even that often meets some resistance, but to frame it as something I'm doing for them? It's always so cute to watch a sub's overwhelmed brain give out under the contradiction and just make the easiest choice. The choice to give in.

[blackthornspirals]

...what is the "sex is just rock climbing" category

It was kind of a joke between me and a friend ("you wouldn't judge someone for having gone rock climbing with a bunch of different people") but honestly the more I thought about it the more I bought into it unironically because:

It is a physical activity done with one or more partners

You should only go rock climbing with people you trust to not let you fall

You should not go rock climbing with someone who is drunk or currently incapable of rational decision-making

Some people get super super super into rock climbing and do not shut up about all the places they have climbed and how many are left on their bucket list and these people are usually men between the ages of 20 and 35 and like it's fine dude I'm glad you're happy but I don't know what most of those mountains even are

While many consider it a fun activity, pressuring someone into climbing when they don't want to (or ignoring their feelings and just dangling them off a cliff,) could cause both psychological and physical trauma

There is no moral value to it whatsoever. Who you have gone rock climbing with (or whether you have rock climbed at all) has no bearing on who you are as a person. Imagine telling someone "it's not that heights make you nauseous, it's just that you haven't found the right person to belay you!" or "you need to save your first time rock climbing for someone special." That would be absurd.

For some people it is a deep and moving personal experience.

historically I have not asked myself "will this aggravate my hip flexor injury" before participating when perhaps I should have 😔

[blackthornspirals]

Thank you for pulling me into your flow again

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.

[blackthornspirals]

trope that makes me crazy.png

[blackthornspirals]

So simple.

Mind blank. Naked. On your knees. Touching yourself as your Controller commands you to continue, commands you to obey.

No thoughts, only pleasure, only obedience.

[blackthornspirals]

Gliding from store to store, docile mind locked into such a deep trance, programmed to buy such pretty clothes, clothes your hypnotist will approve of, clothes you will be praised and rewarded for wearing, clothes that will let anyone who sees you know that you are such a pretty toy. You take such care in selecting them, you so want to please your hypnotist, want to complete your programming. Want to be pretty for Them so They will reward you with deep hypnotic bliss.

The people around you have no idea what's been done to you, how mind washed you are, stripped of all autonomy. The only clues are the vacant blank eyes, and the strange permanent smile on your lips.

[blackthornspirals]

You're intelligent but all of that goes out the door when I fuck your brains out. I love it when you turn in to my needy flustered boy toy.

[blackthornspirals]

Red Bouncing Ball

How did we go from you making me resist a red bouncing ball in my mind to you making me mindlessly bounce on your cock to the edge?

I really wanted to try resistance play- I had been fantasizing about resisting you for the longest ever and you stepping up your hypnotizing game more- challenge you- to really make me drop hard.

So you tried your normal tactics and I held for a bit- longer than normal. I started to relax with the confidence that I could in fact resist your usual ways you drop me. The relaxation was my downfall.

Then you introduced confusion inductions and this red bouncing ball. Something to visualize bouncing up and down in my brain. My kinesthetic self started to feel my eyes roll as it followed the bounce of the red ball-bouncing my eyes up and down with the ball- losing control and relinquishing my resistance to you- all over a shiny red ball.

Then you would grab the red ball and yank it out of my brain and it would stop. I would feel myself again. I stared at confusion before it would start again- trying to resist that bouncing red ball in my head. Started to feel really good to not resist.

Then you told me to bounce my body with the ball and oh look-now I’m bouncing on your cock which you knew was a weakness- I crave your cock and the feel of your cock. With your wickedly handsome Tisty grin you start layering on other things into the drop that I can’t resist anymore.

Now I’m a good cunt and you’ve set up a loop of me trying to resist the drop but giving in because I’m a good cunt for Master and what do good cunts do? They bounce on cock and edge. Bounce and edge.

When I would get close to cumming you set up a loop for me to yank myself back up so I couldn’t indulge and cum. And then you sat back and watched me loop in this resistance cycle.

I’d bite my lip to prevent myself in giving into what felt so fucking helpless but I can’t stop.

Why? Because…

I am a good cunt for you, Master and good cunts bounce and edge.

Good cunts bounce and edge.

Good cunts bounce and edge.

Good cunts bounce. Good cunts bounce. Good cunts bounce.

Good cunts bounce and edge.

Fuck.

[blackthornspirals]

Holding you in my arms as I destroy your mind with hypnosis reblog if you agree

[blackthornspirals]

Submission is pleasure

Hey there, how are you? Are you looking for something beautiful to watch? Look at this!

Isn't it beautiful?

Stare at it

Focus on it

You can't look away

You don't think

You don't have to think anymore

You feel weak

You give in

You submit and obey

Good girls only obey

Good girls only obey

Good girls only obey

You like the post, comment and say "Submission is pleasure", follow me and DM me.

[blackthornspirals]

You're giving me those tired puppy eyes again. What? Your big boy job tired you out? You poor thing, you seem so stressed and pent-up. Come here, lay you head on my lap, let me turn your brain off by playing with your hair and teasing your covered cock. All you need to do is close your eyes and let that frustration out with your melodic whimpers and moans.

[blackthornspirals]

Calling him a pretty baby when he cums all over his stomach and he gives me that blissed out smile, his eyes a little hazy as he tries to look up at me. Ugh i would give anything to be seeing that right now 😭

[blackthornspirals]

being a switch is so unfair when you're horny. Like I just don't know if I want to be a big strong guy who can make turn his little slut to much or if I want to be someone's big dumb boy who is so pretty and whimpers and whines while his cock gets so so hard in his shorts and I spurt precum all over myself while you rub me and call me a good boy because I am, I am a good boy, I'm such a good boy for doing all of this and getting through all these hard thoughts and feelings and yeah maybe I haven't jerked off in a week

Since I'm posting it on my sub blog, its probably not too shocking what mood I landed on