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I always get excited when people talk about ghost fucking and then get mildly disappointed when they're only talking about some invisible man / phantom sensation stuff. Like yeah that's fun but what about POSSESSION??? what about an incorporeal entity penetrating you body mind and soul and using your now shared body to experience pleasures of the flesh again for the first time in who knows how long? what about being a helpless passenger in your own body as your own hands explore you like new, uncharted territory? What about being used and puppetted so that something else can soak up the dopamine and serotonin and oxytocin that it forcefully pumps through your brain? What about being given back control of your body after the experience while the ghost continues to take up residence in your mind, both of you basking in the afterglow and feeling closer than two separate bodies could ever be? What about that??

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pls pls pls wipe my mind blank pls make me just a compliant little fuck toy pls i want to serve you and be your stress toy to abuse physically and verbally until you're satisfied

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I want to get a random invite to a party, the card says something about my hobbies like my love for TTRPGs and how they want me there bc of it.

When I get there it turns out the talk about my normal hobby was just to get me there. The real reason is because they know I'm into hypnosis and how suggestible I am. Everyone else there either got a personalised invitation like mine or is a hypnotist.

They won't let me out and I'm just one of many that day who'll lose their free will completely, being shaped into the perfect fucktoy for whatever hypnotist chose me.

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Circumstances thus beg the question: now that you’ve captured this mischievous little creature, what will you do with her?

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is Titanfall still a thing? I used to be so good.....

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Yüzüme otur.

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Men deserve to be pegged.

Made to spread their legs like the needy little things they pretend they’re not.

To be fucked like holes.

To blush, moan, and take it like the pretty pets they should be.

And when they’re shaking and crying into the mattress, they’ll call it the best thing that’s ever happened to them.

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“Had a bit of—” he began, and Tilden turned his ashen face to him. He looked as though he had seen a ghost, and it had been in the mirror. “You’ve heard the news, too?��� “Sir?” “The riot up at Dolly Sisters,” said Tilden. “It was only a couple of hours ago.” I’m too close, Vimes thought, as the words sank in. All those things were just names, it all seemed to happen at once. Dolly Sisters, yeah. They were a right mob of hotheads up there… “The lieutenant of the Day Watch called in one of the regiments,” said Tilden. “Which he was duly authorized to do. Of course.” “Which one?” said Vimes, for the look of the thing. The name was in the history books, after all. “Lord Venturi’s Medium Dragoons, Sergeant. My old regiment.” That’s right, thought Vimes. And cavalry are highly trained at civilian crowd control. Everyone knows that. “And, er, there were some, er, accidental deaths…” Vimes felt sorry for the man. In truth, it was never proven that anyone had given an order to ride people down, but did it matter? Horses pushing, and people unable to get away because of the press of people behind them…it was too easy for small children to lose grip of a hand… “But, in fairness, missiles were thrown at the officers, and one soldier was badly injured,” said Tilden, as if reading the words off a card. That’s all right, then? Vimes thought. “What kind of missiles, sir?” “Fruit, I gather. Although there may have been some stones as well.” Vimes realized that Tilden’s hand was shaking. “The riot was over the price of bread, I understand.” No. The protest was over the price of bread, said Vimes’s inner voice. The riot was what happens when you have panicking people trapped between idiots on horseback and other idiots shouting “yeah, right!” and trying to push forward, and the whole thing in the charge of a fool advised by a maniac with a steel rule.

Night Watch - Terry Pratchett

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Set Sail

The horn sounded above her and Ashley jolted. She blinked several times and looked around confused. Where was she? A boat? The ran to the side of the deck and discovered, to her horror, that there was no land in sight. Same on the other side. They were in open water. But how did she get here?

She remembered being the car. She was going to the salon, right? To get her hair cut. She reached up and grabbed at her hair and gasped. Not only was it still its original length, but it was platinum blonde. Well she knew she’d made it to the salon at least. But why had she gotten this done? And, OH MY GOD, what was she wearing?

The black netting was more revealing that anything she’d ever worn before. You could see literally every inch of skin. She tried her best to cover up as she sank to the deck wracking her brain for any memories.

The horn sounded again and it jogged something.

The man she’d met in the parking lot of the salon! He’d wanted directions to the harbor. She’d given them, right? But he kept asking questions. Right. Left. Straight. U-turn. She’d gotten confused as he kept winding and doubling back down hypothetical streets. By the time she’d entered the salon - with him? - she was completely lost.

Adrift.

But he was so helpful there. He’d told Denise just what she wanted: a platinum dye job. Denise had asked if that’s really what Ashley wanted and she was so wrapped up in the man’s imaginary world she just blindly agreed. She nodded slowly, content to let the man steer her wherever she needed to go. The harbor right?

Once the dye was set, he’d paid Denise with a smile and whispered something to her.

After that, it was a blur.

Ashley began to cry softly as she looked out at the sun on the ocean, and footsteps approached her.

“Ah, the horn is always what wakes them.”

She looked up and there was the man she remembered: tall with a thick beard. The tears were drying on her cheeks when he bent down and wiped them away.

“Don’t worry Ashley. This is your safe harbor.”

Ashley blinked once - twice - and let her eyes slip closed as the weariness took her completely. She didn’t really question it. She was in shock. But she could still hear the man talking as she slept. Then, she felt something odd. She felt as if she were walking. Her eyes opened halfway and discovered she was in a small corridor inside the boat.

Half-lidded, her eyes didn’t see the racks of netting just like hers that hung from the wall. She didn’t register that her hands had fallen loosely to her sides, revealing her every feature to the sailor. She didn’t hear her own voice repeating “Obey the captain” over and over as she walked, entranced, behind him.

Finally, a door swung open at the end of the hall and the man pointed to the bed. Ashley obediently climbed onto it and lay down, noticing another body lying beside her.

“Face one another.”

Ashley turned to face the other person and recognized the face of Denise, whose mouth was whispering “Obey the captain” over and over. There was a faint shuffling from the foot of the bed and then the final command came from their Captain.

“Set sail.”

Ashley’s mind vanished into a frothing mass of lust and need. Bodies became unrecognizable. Who’s hand was on her tit. Who’s mouth was between her legs. She took a cock in her mouth and shared its seed with another. She came again and again. And all the while, the sounds of “Obey the captain” became louder and louder until there were two voices screaming it in orgasmic ecstasy.

When Ashley woke again, she was naked, but clean. Denise sat at her side, though neither looked at the other. Instead they only looked ahead at the blank wall. They were only meant for the Captain’s pleasure. When they were needed, they would be summoned. Until then, they would remain here. Silent. Obedient.

Ready.

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programmable obedient subs need more attention.

Once they fully trust you they will hand you the password to enter their malleable mind. They'll let you in so easily. No resistance. Nothing. Your words are their reality. Your wants are their priority. Your needs are their duties.

programmable obedient subs need to be corrupted.

You might think doesn't it get boring if they just do as they're told? No, of course not. It's always a sight to see how they register new commands and they follow it with no questions asked. But the fun part? You can corrupt their brain further. Introduce kinks they were initially not into. They're soft limits? Gone. We both know they just wanted you to force it on them. They get shy so they would rather not think as you convinced it's totally normal to leak over disgusting kinks.

programmable obedient subs need to be cared for.

It's an understatement how there are a lot of pretend dom/mes who only wants to use them but never care for them. You should train them with the commands you instill in them. You praise them for being such a good puppet. You encourage them to be sluttier, dirtier, and easier. They'll let you take advantage of their mind and body, it's only right you oh so carefully break them in the best way possible.

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A good girl squirting a thick blob of moisturiser onto her face and tits so she can pretend she's splattered with cum while she plays with herself.