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in the mood to be fucked with the strap so hard my tits don’t stop bouncing. just whimpering because i need to be filled up and sucking your fingers and feeling you slide in and out until im brainless

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You know you can't stop. You don't want to stop. It comes naturally to you. Say it.

"It feels natural to obey"

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You know what's a fun way to leave someone denied? Tell them that they can get off as long as their vibrating toy has battery power. The catch is that you run its battery down beforehand to about 10-20 percent or make sure it doesn't charge much after its previous use. Now it's only a matter of watching them get all the way to the edge all for the toy to die much sooner than they anticipated. That's it. That's all the stimulation they get.

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captor mommy that gets visibly agitated when you talk about your "real" parents and punishes you until you get it into your little head that it is your real parent

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I wish someone would trigger me mid conversation. Not a full blown trance trigger. (altho that would be hot) But just enogh so that my mind is pulled too a stop and not knowing why. Like forgetting a Word out of the blue but its the entire thought process at the moment. Just minding my business chatting or texting with someone and a snap or a quick spiral that is deleted moments after. I've forgotten what I was talking about and needing too ask them? ''So this coffee place is really goo-.. *snap*'' ''What was I talking about? Oh yes! it feels sooo good too just sink into trance!!...'' Just having my entire conversations controlled without me knowing would be so hot!

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Getting invited to the lesbian discord server where they scoop out your brains like a pumpkin and replace it with pink fluff and fifteen new kinks.

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what if I was your cute little victim and you forced me to be affectionate w you. sitting down on the couch w me, with me all tied up and with tape over my mouth, pretending like we’re just a loving couple watching tv. me visibly upset and restless and rubbing uncomfortably against my restraints

you ripping the tape off my mouth and forcing me to kiss you. me visibly and audibly uncomfortable, whining and trying to back up away from you. you smacking me across my face so that my mouth hangs open slightly from the shock and you use this to your advantage, sliding your tongue in my mouth. me groaning and whining all muffled against your mouth, pulling at my restraints and making a fuss about it

you acting as if we were just a loving couple. tucking me into bed with you, making sure I’m all restrained and tied up, with a chain connected to a thick, steel collar around my neck so I can’t even think about escaping. spooning me from behind while we sleep, ignoring my soft cries throughout the night as I beg to be released back home to my family

forcing your kidnapped and bound victim to cuddle with you. the image of you cuddled up with me next to you, my arms tied behind my back and my legs bound tightly together at the ankles, unable to comfortably move around. you petting my head and giving me kisses across my face, with me backing up from every single one, all scared and teary eyed. forcing me to say I love you and be touchy and affectionate with you

think about it

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Know what's really grown on me? Bunnysubs.

Just a blank little toy in a form-fitting bunnysuit, empty eyes, spread legs and ditzy smile, standing at attention waiting for their instructions and thoughts for the day. Of course they need their thoughts pumped into that vacant mind of theirs. Bunnies don't think, after all, and as soon as they put that suit on, they're nothing but a happy dumb bunny.

Their heads just stuffed full of cotton and fluffy pleasure, making it so easy for them to forget what they're doing or thinking, giggling and reaching down to tease themselves while they wait for someone smarter than them to tell them what to do. Luckily, just about everyone is smarter than them.

It's a perfect way to make sure that the toy in question is always on display, too. Every movement, every twitch becomes just a little bit more sexual, which is what a dumb bunny is there for in the first place.

Wouldn't you like to know the feeling? Slipping down into trance, watching from inside your head as every single thought of yours just goes pop, leaving you a well-dressed, fluffy-minded drooly bunny just like every other bunny in my collection?

Well, then, better let me hear how bad you need it, bunny.

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Time seems to slow down.

You feel your fingers so clearly circling around your clit.

As if your senses are heightened.

A sharpened focus on the pleasure that keeps spreading.

Your cunt as the centre of all of it.

Sending waves with pulses, throbs and clenches through you.

Playing your mind like an instrument, with pleasure as a tool.

A pulse makes you needier.

A throb spikes the height of lust.

A clench drips more thoughts out.

And your cunt uses these and more to play you like a horny toy.

To play with your mind.

You know that.

But that as well is just such a turn on, isnt it?

Knowing you are being brainwashed.

By your cunt.

Feeling the pleasure heightening again.

Such a hot idea.

What if that idea in itself was implanted into you?

The idea of being brainwashed by your cunt itself is part of your programming.

Strengthening itself more and more.

All while it turns you on more and more.

All while you are being played like an instrument.

Like a toy.

By your cunt.

And now, edge.

I know what you did the whole time reading and imagining it is about you.

What if it is about you?

Cunt, pulse.

What if you are turning into one of these girls you have been reading about?

Cunt, throb.

What if you have already been programmed?

Cunt, clench.

What if it just turns you on even more now?

Cunt, edge.

That is something you should let your fingers thoughts circle around.

Have you already been brainwashed or are you being brainwashed now?

Something to contemplate about.

When you can think again.

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Charity isn't gay--certainly not, heaven forbid--but if forced to confess her sins, she would admit to, every once in a while, having impure thoughts about other women.

She keeps them firmly in check, but when she meets Serenity and they start talking about their upbringings together, she realizes that Serenity is the perfect person to help keep her accountable and make sure that she doesn't act on those thoughts, not even subconsciously.

And Serenity is very good at noticing when she is starting to act on those thoughts. Far better than Charity is. She'll notice when Charity is staring lustfully after a woman before Charity even consciously registers that the woman is there.

And the sort of students that go to the university with the make it so much harder. They all dress like such sluts, immodest as anything, showing off breasts and legs and sometimes even their underwear, all out in public like they don't care who is looking at them.

Like they want to tempt people who are trying to be pure.

But Serenity is the perfect friend. She reminds Charity to keep her eyes averted, or she turns Charity away from them, and sometimes once even holds her legs apart for her so she can't wantonly squeeze them together for some friction after staring at a man and a woman rut against each other on the university green.

It's not enough, though, the urges getting stronger and stronger. Eventually, Serenity suggests a solution: that Charity wear a chastity belt, with Serenity holding the key, so that there's no risk of Charity acting on her temptations.

And every couple of days, Serenity lets her out of it to make sure her skin gets enough air and that she isn't developing any issues from wearing it, but Serenity ties her down with her legs apart for that time, so there's no risk of Charity acting on anything she shouldn't.

When Charity can't stop thinking about women, even with the metal belt firmly between her legs, Serenity suggests another solution: a plug, slid inside of her, to stave off some of that aching emptiness. It's a masculine way of approaching it, so it doesn't risk confusing her, but at the same time it's not like she's having sex, so it's okay.

It takes some getting used to it, but she does eventually, walking with that firm plug reaching deep inside of her.

On those days when it's not enough, Serenity slides in a bigger one, sometimes one so big all Charity can do is stay in her apartment because she can't manage to walk more than a few feet at a time. Serenity stays with her, of course.

She's such a good friend.

Charity doesn't know what she'd do without her.

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Keelie doesn't remember when they established the inspection.

They've been friends for so long, she and Grace, and it's just one of those friend things, like watching certain movies or having certain in jokes.

In this case, every time they get together, Grace checks to see if Keelie is turned on.

It was something about an ex, maybe? Like making sure a friend isn't texting their ex when they know they shouldn't be.

But when they get together, the first time they're alone--like when one of them walks into the other's house, or in the bathroom of a restaurant sometimes--Keelie pulls her pants down or her skirt up, pushes down her panties, and waits while Grace inspects her.

If she's dry, then Grace just taps her on the clit and she puts her clothes back on and they move on. But if there's any evidence of her being wet, even just a spot in her panties, Grace rubs her to a ruined orgasm, just as a reminder that she shouldn't be.

If she's really a mess between her legs, like when Grace stops by in the morning right after Keelie wakes up from a wet dream, Grace will edge her first in punishment, reminding her that being turned on isn't for her, that she should be embarrassed by what a mess she is, that one day Grace is going to rub that puffy slutty clit of hers in arousal gel and put a clit pumper on it and show her why going down this road of arousal is such a bad idea.

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"Aww, Nica, are you jealous?"

The question is loud enough for everyone to hear it over the sound of the movie, the halfway through some godawful Hallmark movie, and Lee looks away from the screen towards Nica, who is staring not at the movie but back at her.

Lee tries not to react, because she knows that her keeping still is just about the only thing continuing to camouflage the fact that Kayla--who asked the question--has been holding a vibrator between Lee's legs for most of the movie, hidden only by the blanket stretched across both of them.

"I--"

"Is watching Lee's face while I edge her messy little clit making you wet?" Kayla asks, and now everyone looks over at them. The vibrator ticks up a level, and Lee tries not to whimper. "I can't blame you," she continues, calm as anything, as though she's not talking about this little game of almost-exhibitionism that they play during movie night. "But my good girl here isn't allowed to touch herself on movie nights, so it wouldn't be fair if I let any of you, either."

"I--"

"You should all keep your hands above your blankets," Kayla says, and Lee watches as everyone's hands move to settle over their blankets. "You can watch Lee as much as you want," she tells them, "but be good girls and don't touch, okay? And after the movie you can all show me how wet you are."

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Sage has been coming in to Nessie to get massages for months.

She's the worst sort of customer, at least of the women--never on time, always demanding Nessie keep going, rude, entitled, and a lousy tipper.

Rich, too, and perpetually single, probably because of her awful personality. But all that time means she's in at least twice a week to get pampered and massaged.

Six months in, Nessie starts hypnotizing her.

Massage makes for the easiest drop Nessie's ever found, and between inductions in the "meditation" audio she plays while Nessie is getitng undressed and Nessie's own skill as a hypnotist, she has Sage dropping within minutes after only a few sessions.

She keeps it simple to start, suggestions to tip more or be on time, things like that.

But, she figures, after all of this time, she deserves some fun.

Which is why, now, she's sliding a rabbit vibrator into Sage's cunt and carefully positioning the other side against Sage's clit. It goes in easily, Sage so relaxed Nessie thinks she could fit anything in there right now.

"Can you feel that?" she asks as she finishes settling it in just the right place.

Against the donut pillow, Sage mumbles, "Uh huh."

Nessie turns it on. Sage barely twitches.

"You are going to feel so much pleasure from this," Nessie tells Sage, "but you won't quite be able to cum. And you know that if you could just press down against the massage table with your hips and get some friction, you would cum. But your body is so relaxed that you can't move it no matter how hard you try. I want you to try right now, as hard as you can."

Sage doesn't move. Her hips stay still and heavy against the table. She whimpers.

"That's right," Nessie says. "That's good. You're so relaxed. So just keep laying there and thinking about how desperate you are to cum, how needy, but how your body is just too relaxed to manage to move even that little inch to get yourself there."

She gets back to work on Sage's shoulders. As she works, she says, "When I take it out of you, you will feel so empty. But you won't put anything in your cunt, and you won't play with your clit, and you won't try to make yourself cum between now and the next time you're here.

"And next time, for an extra hundred dollars, I'll add fingering to your massage. Does that sound good?"

Sage moans.

"Don't worry," Nessie says, "I'll make sure you're nice and relaxed."

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One of the ideas I always go back to is pleasure and arousal as a punishment.

Not punishing you for being aroused or feeling pleasure, but using it as a tool in itself.

Punishing you by making you spend business meetings or dinners out or parties with your friends humiliatingly aroused, rock hard or dripping wet. And you're allowed to go get yourself off whenever you want--not that it will make you much less aroused--but you do so with the full knowledge that you couldn't manage to make it through an entire meal without rubbing one out in the bathroom.

Or making you wear a remote-controlled vibrator out, so that I can make you cum whenever I want, and there's nothing you can do to stop me.

Or maybe it's getting you off in ways you find embarrassing or humiliating, like with a vibrator hidden in a giant stuffie you have to hump, or while you're watching a live feed of yourself try to deepthroat a neon pink dildo.

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Ellie figures it out eventually.

She would be embarrassed by how long it takes her to realize that Jules did to her what she did to Jules, but in her defense, it's hard to think when thinking makes her wet and needy and drippy--

She confronts Jules in the library, with the vague idea that if there are people around Jules won't make her do anything.

But instead Jules laughs at her and says, "That's rich. You turn me in a drippy little slut and it's fine, but when I do it to you, your panties get all in a twist."

Ellie's clit throbs.

"I don't," she says. "I don't, um."

It's very hard to think about anything other than her clit, all of a sudden.

"Is someone getting all wet and drippy?" Jules asks. She leans towards Ellie with a smile. "Is someone getting all needy and dumb and throbbing and drippy?"

That's one of the trigger words, she remembers, with the little bit of her brain that can do anything other than think about how much she wants to rub her clit or fill her cunt or think about how she shouldn't do that right now. For reasons.

And then Jules is guiding Ellie's hand down under her waistband into her panties, and she can't remember what any of those reasons are.

"I was going to leave you alone," Jules says. "I had gotten even."

Ellie's hand rubs her puffy, drippy clit, and it feels so good, and she barely even cares what Jules is saying because rubbing feels so good.

"But then you had to go act like the victim." Jules pushes her knee forward until it's grinding Ellie's hand against her clit. It hurts a little, and it keeps her from rubbing. She whines in her throat. "There's one one trigger that I had impanted in you, to make you not care about anything but rubbing that big puffy clit of yours and sucking on whatever I put in your mouth, not until I break you free of it. And I thought about doing that while you were all tied up and watching you try so hard to rub and not be able to. Watching you be so stupid and confused and desperate."

Ellie wants to rub now, but her hand will barely move.

"But now I'm thinking that I was going too small. Because what if I use the trigger here, my dumb little slut? What if I make it so that's the only thing you can think about while you're out here around all these people?"

Ellie doesn't really care about what Jules is saying, because her clit is needy and if she moves her hand just right.

And then Jules opens her mouth one more time and says--

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i need like real REAL covert hypnosis. like i love conversational shit. but that typically starts with the topic being hypnosis or referencing hypnosis in some way. i wanna be completely unaware of what's happening until i'm gone

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being strapped down to a brainwashing machine, a headset over my eyes and ears, needles stabbing me all over pumping me full of asphrodiacs, all sorts of toys touching and rubbing me all over, audios and spirals rewriting my brain until all I know is sex and obedience to my one true master, would be really good rn