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You get the best version of me when I feel safe around you. If I'm not soft or submissive with you, I don't trust you. My femininity flourishes in healthy environments. I protect that version of me because I've spent so much time healing and preserving that version of me.

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“Difficult doesn’t mean impossible. It simply means you have to work hard.”

— Unknown

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“People seem not to see that their opinion of the world is also a confession of their character.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Is it weird I kinda like the idea of being sleep deprived (like haven't slept in days and am barely functioning) and having someone fuck me slow and lovingly until I inevitably pass out. Then they can use me however they want

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It's ok to have rape fantasies/kinks where you're the aggressor.

It's ok to have teacher/student fantasies/kinks where you're the teacher.

It's ok to have power imbalance fantasies/kinks where you're the one with more power.

It's ok to have predator/prey fantasies/kinks where you're the predator.

It's ok to have pain/punishment fantasies/kinks where you're the one inflicting the pain/punishment.

Your fantasies and kinks don't make you a bad person.

Safely exploring your fantasies and kinks through fiction or through role playing (either online or in-person acts) with other consenting adults doesn't make you a bad person.

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Getting Clarification From Gigi

"I'm sorry," Jake said mildly, sliding his bookmark into place before setting his book down on the small table and uncrossing his legs to lean forward in his seat. "You were saying you had something important you wanted to talk to me about, and here I am ignoring you. What was it you were going to tell me, Gigi?" He fixed her with an attentive stare… a fact Gigi was forced to admit she only knew because of the floor-length mirror on his closet door that showed her what he was doing in reflection while she lay on his bed with her ass in the air and her cunt lewdly winking at him from between her parted thighs. She couldn't even make herself reach behind him to pull up her panties.

The silence stretched out for a long moment before Gigi realized with acutely erotic embarrassment that he genuinely expected a response out of her. "I… I came over to tell you, um, I was, w-was…." She could see in the mirror that her face had gone beet red, and the prickling heat that suffused her entire body made her imagine that even her cunt was blushing right now. "I wasn't going to, um, let you hypnotize me anymore." It didn't even sound like the foolish petulance of a bratty submissive; Gigi heard in her own voice only the meek and simpering tones of a contrite schoolgirl apologizing to an especially stern and authoritarian teacher. She couldn't imagine how she ever thought her willpower would be enough to stand up to him when he didn't even need to say a word to make her assume a position of slutty deference on his mattress.

"I see," Jake replied, sounding as though the matter was of only academic interest to him even as he slid his thumb in between Gigi's plump pink pussy lips and stroking up and down the slick, sensitive flesh. "And is there a particular reason why you don't want to be hypnotized anymore?" Gigi's breath sounded a steam-whistle gasp as her hips began to rock in time with the motion, unable to resist the urge to hump his hand like a needy little bitch in heat. She knew from experience that her cunt was drooling all over her panties, that when Jake finally allowed her to pull them back up they'd be so saturated with her musk that they'd cling to her skin. The thought of cumming on her owner's fingers dragged her thoughts down with a gravity all its own.

But he'd asked her a question, and Gigi couldn't stop herself from answering. "I, uhh, I just figured, it's, umm… it's degrading, you know?" She could hear the whimpery quality in her own voice, the desperate desire to stop talking and stop thinking and just beg him to mount her from behind so he could fuck her useless brains out. "I, umm, I'm a s-strong-willed and, uhh, and independent woman, and I… it's embarrassing to give up so much control of my mind to you." Gigi's breathy, sensual tones made it all sound less like she was complaining and more like she was describing her favorite fantasy, and the most degrading part was that it actually kind of was. That was why Jake made her do this. That was why he prompted all her impulses to resist, so she could feel for herself how weak and feeble they were in the face of his hypnotic power.

He removed his thumb, prompting a tiny squeal of desperate arousal from Gigi. "Well, that all makes perfect sense to me," he said, standing up from his seat and climbing onto the bed until the very tip of his cock rested between her labia. "I suppose all that's left then is to ask me. You do have something you want to ask me, don't you, Gigi?" The question hung in the air just like all the others, making her pussy leak and her clit tingle, and Gigi's mouth froze in helpless, gasping anticipation as she stared at the two of them in the mirror and tried without success to forestall the question on her lips.

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Some Updates to the Brainwashing Suite

Erika had a little extra spring in her step when she came home on Wednesday, a tiny bounce of excitement that couldn't be explained away by her day at work or her drive home. She burst through the door with a gleam of enthusiasm in her eye and as soon as she saw her husband Tom she blurted out to him, "You said you had something new for the brainwashing suite?" And that knowing smile he got made her pussy so instantly wet that she found her fingers twitching with the desire to undress right there in front of their big bay window. She managed to control herself, but only long enough for Tom to lead her down into the basement where the brainwashing suite awaited.

It wasn't a real brainwashing suite, of course, not in the way they showed in all those 70s TV shows where tough, sultry blondes got hypnotized into trying to assassinate the ambassador to Malta or whatever it was the villain had planned that week. This was just kink brainwashing, Tom and Erika's favorite kind, and okay yes maybe she did have a fantasy of luring one of her girlfriends down here and settling her into the comfy chair before turning on the television and playing one of Tom's custom hypnosis files to melt their brains to mush… but she'd never act on it. Not without enthusiastic consent. And right now the only partner in her social circle who was into this particular fetish was Tom.

But his imagination made up for three or four other people all by itself. "Oh my god, this is… ohhh, fuck," Erika heard herself whimper, the reaction drawn straight out of her mouth without even passing through her brain as she saw the honest-to-god fucking machine Tom had set up in between the chair and the TV set. He had it on an adjustable stand, and as Erika settled herself onto the cushioned seat with an unseemly haste he began to raise it up to the exact height of Erika's slick, hungry cunt. She watched him impatiently, already aching to get buckled into the restraints and get a head start on tonight's programming session.

Thankfully it only took a few minutes before the silicone cock was pressing against the entrance to her needy pussy, although by then Erika was pretty sure she was in a light trance just from her absolute focus on the ridged shaft and everything it promised. That trance deepened into helpless mesmerized rapture when Tom switched on the television and said, "Have fun, cutie pie!" before pressing a button to send the fucking machine into action… and Erika, no stranger to the wonderful spirals Tom selected, was already plummeting into mindless bliss by the time the fake cock began to plow her throbbing, leaky cunt.

That didn't mean she didn't feel it when the machine gradually sped up to its full capacity, though. If anything, Erika was even more consumed by the sensation of getting her pussy absolutely railed by the relentlessly thrusting piston--she had no distractions, no thoughts to get in the way of the sheer unmitigated ecstasy coursing through her. Even when she occasionally noticed her body tensing against the restraints that buckled her into the chair, it was only to realize that for the first time her hands as well as her feet were strapped down--no more having to use a toy on herself, no more consciousness of her own tired arm to nag at her during that fourth or fifth orgasm. She was a completely passive, utterly helpless victim of Tom's brainwashing… and that realization, as much as any physical stimulation, was what drove Erika to squealing, whimpering release in her favorite way.

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When he puts his fingers in your wet cunt when you're asleep, thrusting them in and out again and again until he can't take it anymore and spread your legs open and thrust hard in your pussy and he makes you squirt in your sleep

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A girl comes to me looking personal training. She recently got dumped by her boyfriend for another woman and now she wants to get her revenge body to make him jealous. I tell her that I can see the potential in her and I’m going to transform her into a head turner.

I take her measurements so we can track her progress. Wrapping the measuring tape around her body and gently manipulating her with my hands to get the accurate measurements. It’s been a little while since she’s been touched by another man and I feel her jump a little as I lightly touch her hips. Fingers lightly trailing on her yoga tights.

She’s incredibly dedicated to training and never late for our sessions. Sometimes I notice her blushing when I’m laser like focused on her form while exercise. She loves being the center of attention as her body becomes more and more fit and her curves accentuated. She sometimes stammers and fumbles with her words whenever I compliment her on her form or how much progress her body is making.

While she used to vent to me about her ex and we used to joke about what an idiot he was to fumble her. Now she is always wanting to ask me more about myself and my personal life. Asking me if I have a girlfriend or if I’ve ever dated any of my clients before. I catch her glances when she thinks I’m not looking. Staring at my ass when she’s behind me. Looking at how my cock shows through my gym shorts.

More and more she asks for hands on assistance with her form. Pushing to do more exercises that require spotting her. Loving the bench press when I’m practically standing over her and my bulge is just inches from her face as I help her control the bar.

One day spotting her squats behind her the flirting takes a new turn. Every chance she gets she presses her ass against my hips desperately trying to feel a little of my cock against her. It’s too hot to keep my self control and professionalism and a start to get noticeably hard. My cock bulging out from my shorts. She feels this change against her as we rack the bar and without thinking reaches back and grabs on to it. Stroking it up and down through the fabric.

She turns to meet my eyes never removing my hand from my cock. She can see I want her as badly as she wants me. In that instant she forgets all of her desire to impress her ex. She pulls against me close kissing my lips and reaching down into my shorts and pulling out my cock. Stroking it more as we kiss deeper and deeper.

She backs away a little and turns around giving me a lustful stare and seductively slides down her yoga pants to expose the amazing ass we built together. Placing her hands on the barbell in front of her and bending over to invite me to take her from behind.

I step forward and guide my cock into her. She’s already soaking wet and she easily takes my whole length into her. She moans as she watches in the mirror me destroy her pussy. Absolutely dripping with wetness all over the gym floor. She shutters as I cum powerfully inside her. Reaching back and playing with her clit as I fuck my cum in deeper. Legs trembling as her moans echo through the small studio.

I pull out and she slips her tights back over her ass to keep all of the cum inside of her to savor it. Now we always finish our workouts with some special extra exercises and she’s coming an extra day every week for even more personal training time with me. Looking the hottest she’s ever looked and feeling more satisfied than she has ever imagined she could be.

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Everyone’s a winner

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Keep dumbing yourself down. Keep humping. Keep rubbing that pussy. Keep sticking your tongue out and pant like a dumb dog in heat when you cum. You’re doing such a great job at it, why would you stop ?

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dumb bunny <3

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i love men with a filthy mouth. please tell me what a whore i am, how tight my holes are and just...fuck. need a man who grunts and groans in my ear and goes absolutely feral.

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It’s not your fault you’re like this. It’s nature. You’re hard wired to be submissive. That’s why it takes so much energy to try and pretend you don’t want to be treated like property. You just can’t help it. Even right now, reading this, you’re getting wet because you know I’m right. You shouldn’t be embarrassed or ashamed either. You belong with your legs spread out, offering yourself to me. You don’t need to make decisions. You need me.