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“pillow princesses are just greedy” IS HER GASPING FOR YOU AND SCRATCHING AT YOU AND TAKING YOU LIKE A GODDESS NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU YOU BASTARD. ILY PILLOW PRINCESSES I WILL DEFEND YOUR HONOUR UNTIL I BREATHE MY LAST

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butch teddy bears 🧸

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exploiting your praise kink to make you do grosser and grosser things for me.

don't you want to be a good girl?

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Welcome. Please, stay for a bit. We need to talk. You can keep touching yourself. I truly don't mind.

A while back we discussed the matter of your intelligence. Remember that? How much of a burden the label of "smart" is? Just look back to your school days. What would have been extraordinary successes for most were just... expected of you. After all, you are smart. And now look at you. You can't enjoy your own achievements because there's that little voice in your head telling you that you are not allowed to be proud of them: after all, you did only what was expected of you. Your baseline is other people's ceilings, and you taste no joy.

And the solitude! Oh, better not to get into that, right? How you can be surrounded by people and just know that were you to stop masking, few would comprehend you. Being smart doesn't make you happy. It makes you lonely.

But I have good news! See, dumb people can't become smart. But smart people sure as hell can be dumb!

You are clever enough to understand neuroplasticity. Your brain can be changed. Molded. Trained to the point you become a different person.

Surely you have discovered the power of edging. It makes it so hard to focus, it makes you so much more likely to do dumb, slutty things... and it gives you so much pleasure! So your brain slowly associates pleasure with being dumb, confused, slutty and fuzzy... you should do it more.

But you can do more. If you're so smart, you can tell when you're being clever. Well, when you notice yourself having such thoughts, stop. Instead think "I'm just a dumb slut" and focus your mind on delicious porn, on what a complete whore would do in whatever circumstances you are, how good it would be to be taken and broken down into a complete fuckdoll...

Over time, such thoughts will become second nature. The sluttier you get, the less you'll think those mean, smart thoughts.

Of course dumb is as dumb does! So... do the dumb thing! Ask the stupid questions you know the answer to. Giggle like a complete idiot. Make it so no one will see you as smart ever again. Dress for the part. After all, no one cares about your mind when they stare at your cleavage, your ass. Smile to let everyone know it's okay to stare.

It won't be an easy road. You will need to goon, train, edge, be disciplined in your road to stupid sluttiness! But I believe in you!

You can escape the shackles of intelligence. You can become the dumb whore you desire to be. And you'll be so much happier in the end!

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You realize your IQ reduction is going really well when you, once an avid book reader and prolific fanfic writer, can no longer understand most words anywhere. You have also started liking and resharing advice from self-help gurus and other stupid trash. And you get wet and horny and drooling by watching the worst movies and shows, just because you kind of remember how idiotic they seemed to you in the past, how well you could criticize them and point out their many flaws. How perfect they seem to you now! You yourself have become an idiot!🌀

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giving strap is an experience like no other.

looking down at her as her eyes flutter, her wrapping those plush lips around the tip as she bobs her head up and down, getting you nice and slick and putting on a pretty show before you pull her off and push her onto the mattress.

fingering her and whispering in her ear all the things you want to do once you get inside of her, your lips pressing against the shell of her ear, her nails digging into your shoulders.

finally pushing into her, oh so slowly, her dripping pussy squeezing around your strap, so warm and wet and eager.

holding her hand as you adjust yourselves, finding that perfect angle for you both, listening to her pretty moans as you push deeper and deeper inside of her.

your eyes meeting as you begin thrusting your hips, your thighs smacking against each others, her lips parting as little whines escape.

going harder. going deeper. making her cry out in pure pleasure. her hips bucking to meet yours.

the moment you both know you’re going to cum. the filthy shit you both say. the look in her eyes when you tell her you’re going to breed her. the hot flush on your neck when she starts begging you to.

it’s fucking amazing.

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I used to hate the color pink.

I thought it was vapid. I thought it was silly. Way too girly for someone like me. I thought I was better than that.

I don't know when I changed, but now my heart skips a beat every time I see it.

What's funny is that it's still vapid, silly, and girly. That's why I love it!

I just stopped thinking about it and started feeling instead. And it just feels soooo good to be vapid and silly and girly!!!

How could I ever think I was better? What's better than being a good girl?

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humble brag: my butch babe & i love camping and went for our anniversary. we were positioned on top of a beautiful mountain; the clouds could gaze up & imagine shapes out of us for a change. we spent each night by the fire, talking, drinking, smoking, laughing, cooking, and yes, making out.

in the morning, we’d end up opening the flap towards the mountain and lay together soaking in 100 miles of panoramic views. we were naked. we were naked & could see the sky, hear the birds, and feel the breeze. as we lay there, smoking what’s left of our joint from the night prior, i felt my inhibitions lower than they’d ever been. i was buzzed at best.

but being in nature, naked with the my mate, who also so happens to be the only other human around for miles.. it awakened something primal in the both of us. with the flap still open, the sun reaching its apex, we fucked. we fucked and we fucked and we fucked. we became the animals. it was sweaty in the tent; i could barely keep my grip on her hair as she licked me up.

we wore ourselves out. we sleepily held each other and didn’t care to get dressed at all. a blanket draped over to cover us, though even fig leaves might’ve covered more. i felt more connected to her and my humanity than i ever have in that moment. we were humans satiating our needs: our need for sex, our need for connection.. our need for each other

I wanna go camping and makeout by the fire and fuck in the tent 😠

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subs who have no self control so you have to set up bedtime for them cause if not they'll stay up rubbing and edging and being needy breaking their mind with porn are just so helpless. ♡

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i used to be smart… ugh! thank goodness i don’t have to worry about that anymore. thinking was such a chore. i had to be smart to get praise, now mommy gives me praise for everything! good girl for sticking your tongue out, good girl for staring at my huge tits and- oh! good girl for drooling all over them too!

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It’s so hard having to think on my own. If only somone were to make all of my decisions for me, so that I didn’t have to think or be an independent being anymore. It sure would be nice if someone just came along and hypnotized me to be completely blank, and completely obedient.

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I once heard that a good way to get someone to agree to a bigger ask is to get them to agree to a smaller ask first. I've always wondered how far that reaches, how far you can reasonably take that.

Come here. Won't you sit next to me?

It's such a fascinating idea, really. To be able to start with something so simple, something like, "Could you tell me your name?" Something that anyone would mindlessly comply to anyw -- oh, that's a beautiful name, darling, thank you for telling me. See? It's so easy to obey such a simple task, but how do we get to the bigger ones?

Here, I'll tell you my idea, but sit a little closer to me. I don't want too many people hearing this part. Now, listen very carefully. I'm going to keep my voice down so only you can hear this. Are you listening? Good. Focus on my every word.

So, the trick is this: Make them unaware that they're already obeying what you tell them. Oh, come on, I feel like that deserves a bigger reveal. Put your hand over your mouth and give a theatrical gasp or something. Hey, that was actually pretty good; thank you for boosting my ego. But now I've gotten you all worked up, can you take a deep breath for me? Good, just like that, and out... There you go. Keep on breathing deeply. You're doing so well.

Doing so well at what? Well, at obeying what I tell you, of course. In fact, you've been obeying me this entire time. I've given you no less than ten instructions, and you've obeyed them all perfectly.

Ten

instructions, and you didn't hesitate to obey. Even at

Nine,

you couldn't possibly have noticed, much less at

Eight.

By the time you obeyed instruction number

Seven,

you were already in too deep. You still are. And as we reach

Six,

I wonder if you're aware of the countdown. We only have

Five

numbers left before it drops completely. Just

Four

to go now, and your thoughts are already starting to melt away.

Three,

and you continue to relax, sink deeper for me. As we sit, just the

Two

of us, you realize that it feels so nice to obey. In fact, I have

One

last instruction for you.

Drop.

Stop thinking. Give in to how good it feels to obey. Keep breathing deeply, keep focusing on my voice, just keep giving in to me. I'll take care of the rest.

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on the topic of being high and fantasies-

i desperately need someone to gaslight me into getting absolutely high out of my mind, to the point where I can't move or think

convince me that im not that high, that someone whos high wouldn't be able to hold the vape, right? so i must need to take more hits

"You took 3 hits? Such a good girl! But if you can still count, you must not be high! So I think you should take a few more, okay?"

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People using hypnosis against me? To manipulate me and make me completely defenceless? Hot as fuck. No doubts about that.

However…I recently thought of another thing…

I have…breakdowns. A lot. Where all I can remember is my trauma and all I can feel is rage.

Someone putting me under to calm me down and tell me everything’s okay.

Mmmm…let’s throw in a little manipulation, too…

“See? This is why you should stop thinking so much. This is why being blank is just better for you. This is why you need me. You’ll crumble without me. You need me to stop you from thinking about anything but me.”

Fuck~…

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“mommy mommy mommy mommy,” you think as you drunkenly stare at her~

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oh heys guys