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Thank you for sharing your experiences @sweettist

I adore you Miss Sweet

Beguiled 2019

So, I’ve thought long and hard how to write this post.

First, as many of you know on my Tumblr I use Caleb for my male subjects, Kaelynn for my female subjects. You may not know I use Kael for my non-binary subjects.

I met someone at Charmed, who was nervous, geeky, shy, and cute… aka completely my type and while we were unable to play during Charmed, we kept in contact and even had sessions online.

After posting my obligatory “I’m on my way” airport picture…

my flight was uneventful and I eventually made it to the Beguiled hotel.

I met up with my roommate and several other friends in the Lobby and we hung out. I met a few new people, well.

I had messaged Kael when I got to the hotel and it took about 30 mins before they were available and made their way down to the Lobby.

When I saw them, I was so happy and, after hugging them, my hands went right to their hair.

Their hair is deliciousl long, (it almost is) and I loved running my fingers through it.

I must have dropped them a dozen or so times in the Lobby, (descretely) simply by running my fingers through their hair.

Finally a bunch of us got hungry and we headed over to dinner at Red Robin’s.

Good food, better company.

Then Orientation and badges.

And then Kael and I were able to go up to their room where we renegotiated. All our negotiation had been about things online, other than their hair.

And then I tranced them and bit their neck and gave them a Snap pleasure trigger that would last only the Con, before heading out to meet up with my roommate.

What I didn’t know, and didnt plan, is that I would be playing with Kael about 90% of the Con.

I had a few people ask to play with Kael standing next to me. I’d look at Kael’s gorgeous self, and answer “No. No can do.” Which I’ve never done before.

My roommate is awesome, and it was fun chatting with him about our day as we got ready for bed.

He was volunteering, so he got up way before me.

Once both I and Kael were awake

we tranced a bit more, I snapping all the while.

Something I learned durning our time at Beguiled was that if I bombarded Kael with pleasure, their whole body shook. And I mean shook.

When I mentioned I wanted to go to the Mind Break class, they mentioned they would love to be Mind Broken by me.

I agreed and set off to the class to learn as much as I could.

The presenters were Ariadne and LotusVirus. It was an interesting class and I learned that what I had done to Kael last night (Thursday), had I continued, probably would have amounted to a Mind Break.

I then had to leave for my first session that wasn’t Kael.

I’ve worked with this Caleb predominantly at Cons. I believe this is the 4th Con I’ve tranced him at.

We negotiated and then we began. I, of course, fractionated the hell out of him first.

Then, I placed a spot on the back of his hands that he would find ticklish. And then I tickled the back of his hands for a bit.

It was amusing to see him laugh and when I canceled it, he immediately asked me to put it back.

After I gave him the Con Long trigger we discussed, I put the Tickle trigger back and experimented with it a little.

Then Caleb and I said our good-byes and I made my way back to Kael’s room and we headed to Olive Garden for dinner.

Then, at the hotel again, I negotiated with and then mind broke Kael. I have this mostly written up, separately. I have to discuss with Kael how much they are willing to share.

I will say it was quite successful.

We Aftercared until it was time to go to @spinfrog ‘s Hypnotic Disco.

We stayed for an hour, I attempting to teach Kael how to dance, before we went back upstairs and I teased them some more.

Saturday, Kael and I went to Torrid. We had discussed this online before Beguiled. They had never really expressed their femininity before and I was happy to help.

We shopped for a little over and hour, bought stuff, and then had dinner at an odd little restaurant that was both heavy metal and vegan friendly.

We made it back to the hotel and we split because I had a planned trance with a friend of mine to tag team a Caleb I’ve been wanting to trance for a while now.

@spinfrog and I did a tag team memory play trance and then a tag team latex trance. It was a lot of fun.

My next session was one on one with a Kaelynn I’ve been looking forward to trancing again. She wanted a snuggles and kitty trance so that’s what I did.

She was so cute as I gave her kitty belly rubs and head pets.

After aftercare, I wandered around for a bit looking for Kael, who ended up being in their room, having gotten all dolled up for me.

Oh, they looked gorgeous.

They had brushed out their long brown hair so it was smooth and straight. The LBD they had tried on and bought at Torrid looked amazing on them. So sexy.

And it set off the fishnet stockings and little black pumps quite nicely.

I had brought a black satin collar with me and they knelt before me while I carefully tied it around their neck.

I also fixed their hair, adding in a flower barrette we had picked out together and a swipe of my personal lipstick.

When all was said and done, they were stunning. Absolutely stunning.

When we went down to the Dungeon, Kael garnered so many compliments. And me? I was proud proud proud.

I have a thing about showing off my toys, and this was definitely one of those times.

We finally made our way into the dungeon. I quickly claimed the St. Andrews cross, knowing it was perfect for our needs.

Kael and I sat for a moment, and I tranced them.

For every stroke, any pain they felt would be followed by two strokes of pleasure.

Then they were ready for me to flog them.

I love flogging. It’s my favorite thing next to hypnosis. And Kael enjoyed it, as well.

A friend assisted me with Aftercare, which involved alternating between petting them and making them moan.

Then it was back upstairs, where Kael rubbed some lotion on my feet. I rubbed the same lotion on their back.

And then we put on Holo Paper Face Masks. It was their first face mask.

It was amusing, us attempting to talk through the shiny dripping paper sheets on our faces.

After the masks we cuddled and figured out my feet hurt too much to make the walk back to my room. With my roommate’s blessing, Kael was kind enough to let me sleep there.

Sunday I woke up with Kael which was quite nice.

After breakfast we tranced until it was time for the class Kael and I were both interested in.

Sensual Domination presented by Sensual Spiral.

It was quite an interesting class and I applied several things I learned directly and immediately to Kael.

They wore a long flowy skirt, their second time wearing full feminine clothing, and I took full advantage of that skirt.

I was told later by the person sitting next to Kael that my silent teasing of Kael’s legs amused a few people.

After class I made my way to the first of my two planned Sunday sessions.

The first was with a delightfully cute subby Caleb I had met Thursday afternoon in the Lobby as I waited for Kael. 

We negotiated and he expressed nervousness about going under for voice rather than text. We got through that and he dropped beautifully for me. After I brought him up, we chatted until he could negotiate what he wanted for the second trance.  

I did my Freeze trigger on him, both Freeze and Advanced Freeze. I brought him up and then froze him and moved parts of his body around. 

My favorite part was Freezing him, having him stand up and then, taking his hands in mine, I walked backwards, leading him. We walked all the way over to the counter where I picked up the bottle of water waiting there, placed it in his hand, and closed his hand around it. 

As he was still frozen, his hand stayed in that position as I walked him slowly back to the chairs we had been sitting in.

I positioned him correctly and ordered his body to sit.

After I returned to my seat I worked quickly. “Unfreeze. Oh! Water! Thank you! I did need that. How considerate of you!” and took the bottle out of his hand. 

giggles 

It was silly, which I love, while being controlling, which I also love.  

After that session was another I’m not going to write about. (This post is so long already and I’m only on Sunday!)

I went back to Kael’s room and I teased them, until I got hungry. I ordered pizza, however there was no room to eat in their room so we went up to Con Space.

There we met @quillogirl who mentioned doing a Dual Trance with me. I volunteered Kael, who consented.

We made our way to Q’s room, negotiated and tranced Kael.

We decided to do an opposite trance. Q saying all the things that are “down” and my saying everything that was “up”.

Once I reached space, we worked together to explode Kael’s mind. Which was great fun.

Then Q did a trance I found interesting called “Hall of Doors”.

Kael responded quite well to this trance and Q was kind enough to leave it in Kael’s mind so I could use it as well.

After thanking Q, we said good night and headed back to Kael’s room.

Around 2am I expressed regret that I didn’t get a chance to spank them. They immediately rolled over, offering me their butt. They were wearing a pair of sexy panties I couldn’t get enough of. 

We negotiated, (have you noticed I like negotiation yet?) and then I gave them their first spanking session. 

The above photo doesn’t quite show how red their butt was. When they got up to check themself out in the bathroom mirror. They were suprised how red they were. 

After rubbing cream on their red behind, we did aftercare. 

Monday morning saw us together again. I tranced them and gave them a session in which I, their Miss, denied them for a full year. I went slowly, month by month, edging them, teasing them, over and over, month by month. 

I also ramped up the pleasure of being denied. “It feels good to be denied.”

When I reached the end of the year I asked them if they wanted to cum or wanted to be denied for another year. 

They chose…

another year. 

I let them keep all their memories of being denied for a year and then brought them up and did aftercare. 

We eventually had to go and we made our way downstairs to say good-bye to friends. 

And that is the end of my Beguiled experience.

A warm thank you to ConCom, as well as to all my friends, including my roommate and Kael, for making this my absolute favorite Hypno Con, so far. 

~Sweet 

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Miss Sweet, how I love to see the effect your perfectly honeyed hypnotic voice has on others.

I am so proud and honoured to be your obedient, brainwashed toy.

Yes, Miss Sweet

I received a love letter for my Yes, Miss Sweet file.

He gave me permission to post it here.

I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did.

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Bathing in Miss Sweet’s control

I belong to Miss Sweet.

Miss Sweet is always with me. Miss Sweet is always in my thoughts.

Miss Sweet is always in me.

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Yes, it feels so good to bounce down and up between your pretty blue pendant and your pretty blue eyes, Miss Sweet

I am so proud to be your obedient, brainwashed toy

@sweettist Thank you for posting this picture. May I say that you look just stunning, so beautiful, so alluring, so sexy, so sensual.

Are your eyes caught by the blue of my pendant?

Or are your eyes caught by the blue of my eyes?

Perhaps your eyes can bounce down and up, between my pretty blue pendant and my pretty blue eyes.

Your eyes can bounce down and up, down and up, can’t they?

I bet it feels so good to bounce down and up… doesn’t it?

Mmmmm. Good toy.

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Bathing in Miss Sweet’s control

I fantasize of being used for Miss Sweet's pleasure in front of an audience.

Brainwashing Goal 1: Exhibitionism: Complete.

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Lust Vampire - A Hypno Scene

I went to the The Fetish Fair Flea a couple of weeks ago. During the Flea, there was a Hypno Lounge. As you guys have probably guessed, I was in there quite often.

There were two sections. 

One section was one on one hypnosis. 

The second section was Koala Boxing. (For those of you who don’t know what Koala Boxing is, here is the link to it.)

I had been the hypnotist for quite a few trances. 

My favorite one was from the suggestion. 

“Vampire.”

I will say that this is written from memory. While I may have a few of the exact words wrong, the scene itself is written to the best of my recollection.

Now, normally vampires aren’t really my thing, but I had been biting my play partner all weekend and he had made quite a few comments about my being a vampire. So, when the suggestion came up, I decided to volunteer.

Unfortunately, I’m not sure if she was picked first, as subject, or I was picked first as hypnotist. Either way we both got up and sat in the two chairs in the middle of the circle full of about 20 other people. We introduced ourselves and began negotiations.

I asked her what type of vampire she wanted, blood vampire, lust vampire, death vampire… etc.. She chose lust vampire, which, to be honest I had been hoping for.

I asked her several other questions, about inductions and she wasn’t able to give me any definitive answers. She finally said “I am pretty easy. So there’s no point in asking me.”

I said okay, and moved on.

“May I stroke down your arm, from shoulder to wrist?” I gestured to her shoulder without touching her.

“Yeah. That’s fine.”

“So, lust vampire. I’d like to trance you, drain you of lust, and then say “drop”, and drop you back into trance, and do this about three times. Are you okay with this?”

I could tell she was excited, and she again nodded. “Yes.”

I asked her if there was anywhere she loved being touched, like an erogenous zone. Her hands immediately went to the underside of her jaw, near her ear, and traced a line. “Here.” I reached forward, saying “May I?” and she nodded. “Here?” I stroked along the line she had shown and she reacted slightly, nodding.

I pulled my hand away. “May I touch the rest of your neck, and there, in trance?” She nodded, a huge smile on her face. “Yes!”

I appreciated her enthusiasm and smiled back.

“And safewords are Red, and Yellow, with Yellow being pause session and discuss?” “Yes. “Okay. I think I’m ready to begin, if you are?” I watched as she practically bounced as she nodded. “Alright. Please take a deep breath for me.” I leaned forward slightly and ran my hand down her arm, from shoulder to wrist. “And listen to the sound of my voice. Listen to how soothing my voice is. And feel my touch.” I continued running my hand, over and over, from her shoulder to her wrist as I brought her down into trance. When she was in trance, I did a few more deepeners before moving on to the vampire portion the trance.

“I’m going to sink you down one more time, when I count from five to one, and when I reach one, you’ll find yourself in a forbidden place. A place you’ve heard about and have always wanted to go. A dangerous place. An exciting place.”

Her breath sped up a little.

I slowly started “Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Finding yourself in that exciting, forbidden place.”

“A place you know you shouldn’t be but you couldn’t help yourself. You had to sneak in. It was too exciting, too tempting, to resist. And you can see yourself sneaking around, searching, wanting to find…. A vampire. And you can feel your excitement, your lust, building up as you hear, hear the sounds of people engaged in all types of sexual acts.”

Her breath was definitely speeding up.

“And in a moment, when I count from one to three, you’ll rise halfway up out of trance, still in this exciting, dangerous place. And you’ll come face to face with a vampire. Me. And when I place my fingers here,”

I reached forward and touched the place on her neck she had shown me a few minutes ago, ”here, you’ll feel that vampire draining you of all your lust and you’ll become weaker and weaker, until I say “drop” and you’ll sink right back down here, in trance. Are you okay with this?” She gave a slow heavy nod.   “Very good. I bet you’ll feel your lust growing, your lust building, with each number as I count you halfway up from one to three. And you’ll come face to face with me, a lust vampire.”

“One. Two. Three.”

I sat back and became a lust vampire. She opened her eyes and her breath caught when she saw me. I smiled evilly at her. “What do we have here? A mortal sneaking into our den. Mmmmm. Oh, I can smell your lust from here. You know, if I wanted to, I could drain all that delicious lust from you, don’t you?” She whimpered and lifted her neck, in an obvious offer. “Then again you were hoping for that, weren’t you?” I raised both hands and began stroking her neck, avoiding that spot she had shown me earlier. “Oh, yes, I can feel how much you want it. How much you… lust after it.” I placed my fingers on that spot she had shown me. “Oh, draining you. Draining you of all that lovely, delicious lust.”

She reacted, leaning forward into my touch, making wonderful sounds I quite enjoyed. “Becoming weaker and weaker as I drain you, aren’t you? And drop.” I pull my hands away from her neck as she dropped back into trance.   

“You find yourself in a weakened dream state, completely drained of lust. At first you’re unable to hear much around you other than those unmistakable sounds of sexual acts. As more time passes, as you get stronger, you start to hear words. Conversation,” I lean in for a moment. “About you. Discussing how tasty you were. How you gave everything, every drop of lust, willingly. And a voice saying she couldn’t wait to taste you herself. As you grow in strength your lust also returns, building with your strength, until finally you hear a voice say. “She’s ready.” I watched as she shivered. Mmmm. She did have wonderful reactions. “I’m going to count you up from one to three and bring you halfway up. When I do, you’ll find yourself face to face with a different vampire than the one you met previously. As I count you half way up from one to three, I bet you can feel your lust growing with each number, once again. One. Two. Three.”

I once again sat back and let myself become a lust vampire as she rose her head. Her eyes grew wide and her breath sped up once more as she caught sight of me. “Hello, morsel.” I leaned forward, seductively. “My sister told me how tasty you are. How willing. I’ve come to see if she was right.”

I once again started stroking her neck with my hands, this time, deliberately brushing against that spot but not stopping on it. She leaned forward into my touch. I continued to tease her until she whispered “Please.” “Mmmm. Very good. My sister was right. Willing. Eager.” I placed my fingers once again on that part of her neck. And she let out another whimper. “And tasty. Mmmmmm. Yes, so tasty. Draining all that lust. All that delicious lust. Oh yes, my sister was right. Getting weaker and weaker as I drain you. Drop.”

And she dropped back in trance.

“Very good. You once again find yourself in a weaken dream state. This time as you become stronger the words you can make out are about…”

I leaned in and made my words extra sultry. “The Vampire Queen.”

I sat back again and resumed in my normal hypnotist voice. “And how you would make a wonderful offer for her. And how much the Vampire Queen would enjoy you. As you get stronger and stronger that lust returns. The Vampire Queen. Oh yes, that is exciting. Thrilling. Exciting that lust of yours.”

She squirmed in her chair. A delightful response. “Soon, soon you’ll be strong enough to be offered to the Vampire Queen. Soon. Soon.” I paused for a few seconds. “And now, you can hear those voices return saying you are strong enough now. You are ready. And you can feel yourself being carried, and then a the voice of the second vampire says “An offering for you my Queen.” “I count from one to three, you’ll once again be halfway up out of trance, full of lust and find yourself before… the Vampire Queen.”

“One. Two. Three. Halfway up.”

Her head rose and she stared at me with wide eyes. 

I once again spoke in that sultry tone I had a few moments ago, as the Vampire Queen. “Hello, little one, I’m the Vampire Queen. My girls have told me how delectable you are.” 

Before I could continue, she slid off her chair and knelt before me. I’m told that this got everyone in the circle’s attention.

“Oh yes, they were right. So eager.” There was no teasing this time. I placed my fingers directly on that spot and she was breathing fast, as I drained her lust, for a third time. “Oh. Filling me with all that lust. Yes. A worthy offer indeed. So much lust. Draining you. Becoming weaker and weaker as I drain. Every. Last… Drop.”

And she dropped back into trance. “And you can move safely and easily back into the chair.” Once she was settled I continued. “And removing all the suggestions I gave you. Letting yourself be energized once again. I’m once again Sweet. Letting all those suggestions go. When you’ve let all those suggestions go. You can nod for me.” It took a moment before she did so. “And I’m going to count you all the way back up from one to five, when I reach five, you’ll wake up, feeling wonderful, remembering everything. One. Two. Three. Four. And Five. All the way up.” She opened her eyes and smiled at me. “How do you feel?” “Wonderful. That was amazing.” “I agree. Thank you. Do you need anything for aftercare?” “Do you hug?” “Absolutely.” I stood up and we hugged.

When I moved to go back to my seat several people made comments along the lines of “That was such a hot scene.”

And I bet you would agree, wouldn’t you? 

You can even reblog this to show how much you enjoyed it, can’t you?

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Thank you for making me your proud, obedient brainwashed toy, Miss Sweet

What do you get out of brainwashing?

Okay. Wow. You are asking the tough questions. I’ll do my best to answer it.

1. Its incredibly hot. 

2. My brainwashed toy @sweetly-brainwashed is brilliant. And its amazing getting to hypnotize him. 

3.I get to change my brainwashed toy to my specifications. Again, I get to change my brainwashed toy to MY specifications. 

4. I love control. And brainwashing gives me so much control. And I love it. 

Thank you for the ASK!Keep them coming! 

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Miss Sweet is innocent and pure

And that’s the truth

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Bathing in Miss Sweet’s control I am Miss Sweet’s good toy.

Good boys need deep brainwashing.

Deep programming is good for toys.

I am Miss Sweet’s good toy.

Good toys need deep brainwashing.

Deep brainwashing is good for toys.

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Whilst every word is true, I must admit to some surprise to seeing this as I have no recollection of writing it.

Thank you, Miss Sweet, for making me your proud, obedient, brainwashed (and forgetful) toy

I am Miss Sweet’s good toy.

Good toys need deep brainwashing.

Deep brainwashing is good for toys.

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I am Miss Sweet’s good toy.

Good toys need deep brainwashing.

Deep brainwashing is good for toys.

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Yes, I am know how lucky I am. I am Miss Sweet’s brainwashed toy. Thank you for making me your proud obedient toy, Miss Sweet

Get out of a class about brainwashing at Charmed…

Immediately start brainwashing my brainwashed toy.

This is the life.

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It Doesn't Take Skill to Manipulate

It does not take special skill or a high intelligence to manipulate someone against their own self interest- or to change them for the worse.

You’ll hear it from people who have been in domestic violence relationships all the time- that their abuser must have been particularly smart or particularly conniving to keep them in their control for so long. I’ve heard few people say that their ex had taken classes in or majored in psychology, as if that knowledge gave them their power.* People sometimes talk about abusers as though they are these machiavellian masterminds. 

Generally, this is not true. At all. In research, abusers have a range of IQ scores- but the trend is toward the lower side. They usually have not studied manipulation in some organized fashion- and if they did study psychology they have the same knowledge as everyone else who has one of the most popular college degrees. Rather, what tends to make them effective is their persistence (even if it’s unpredictable persistence) and an iron-clad belief in their own worldview. Part of what makes working with abusers so difficult in therapy is they are very psychologically inflexible- they have a difficult time even considering criticism, much less making changes. They’re not good (and they are good at it) at manipulation out of conscious skill, they’re good out of internal and external consistency. 

In contrast, I believe it takes skill and empathy to manipulate someone in ways that are scary or that feel powerful but then also keep those experiences from being harmful to them long term. It also takes skill to consciously manipulate someone in a way that leaves them better off. 

In kink, knowing what you’re doing is not just knowing how to tear someone apart psychologically. That’s easy.  It’s skill that helps you give someone an interesting emotionally experience and then being able to help them put themselves back together again. 

*As someone who also majored in psychology, I can assure you that you can pick up some ideas on manipulation, but it’s certainly not to the amount that most non-majors would imagine. You will, however, learn a lot about p values and to never trust another news report on psychological research. 

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I love this story so much. And the realisation while reading it that everything feels so natural, so normal, so right @sweettist

Forget

Todd smiled as he rolled over on top of Kimberly. She was surprisingly horny lately, and he was more than happy to oblige. He wasted no time taking off his shirt and placing himself between her legs. God, the blonde made him hard fast.

“Mmm, that’s right,” purred Kimberly. “Show me your tits,” she bit her lip, and Todd laughed.

“You should show me yours.” He said and helped her unbutton her top. Beneath the white dress shirt was a black lace bra that he loved. It showed through the blouse, and they both loved the extra attention it earned her. Todd hurriedly pulled down her skirt, and Kimberly let him. He took her thong with him. God, he loved a woman in a thong.

Todd almost didn’t bother taking off his pants to fuck her, but he felt silly with his pants around his knees while he thrusted. He stood off the bed and slid down his pants. Kimberly spread her legs. God, she was so fuckable.

“Todd?” she said as she shrugged off her bra. Todd’s cock twitched in response.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Forget.”

Todd smiled and climbed back on the bed. She spread her legs further. His —- went between her legs but his —- didn’t work. Something was wrong. —- didn’t work.

“What’s wrong?” teased Kimberly.

“Won’t work,” said Todd. His voice was soft and far away, almost like a child.

“What won’t work?”

Todd tried to form the word. He could move his mouth. He thought he was making the sound. He thought he was moving his tongue. He thought his voice was vibrating. He thought -

“I forget,” he whined.

Kimberly smiled and looked down at Todd’s limp —-. “Don’t you want to fuck?”

Todd nodded pathetically.

“Then fuck me.”

Todd looked down at his —-. It won’t work. What is it? How does it work? How does he fuck? He used to fuck. He remembers fucking.

“I can’t,” he whimpered.

“Why Todd?”

“I don’t have …”

Kimberly giggled. “I thought you were a big strong man, Todd.”

Todd nodded.

“But men are supposed to have —-.” The word entered his mind as static, as a foreign language, as noise. It used to have meaning. It should have meaning. But Todd doesn’t know it. It escapes him. “Aren’t you a man?” taunted Kimberly.

Todd looked down at his —-. He was a man. He knew he was a man. But he had no —-. What was a —-? Why did he need it? Did he need it to fuck? Can you not fuck without a —-?

“I don’t know …” whispered Todd.

“But I want you to fuck me.” pouted Kimberly.

“I can’t fuck. I don’t have …”

“You can still fuck,” said Kimberly with a smile. “You may not be a man, but I can use you. Kiss me.” Todd leaned in and kissed her. She took his face in her hands and slowly guided it down her body to her wet pussy. “That’s how little bitches like you can fuck.”

Todd started to lick. He had to learn quickly. He had to fuck, and he didn’t know any other way.

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Ive listened to this every night now and im addicted i must say. It gets easier to fall down into her voice. Completely amazing video :) i cant resist it her voice is truly hypnotic indeed :)

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Truth be told

Miss Sweet tranced me so deeply today. And when I thought my open sexy mind was as deep as it could be taken, I felt her take my hand. I felt her words enter and soothe me, arouse me, relax me. I felt her hypnotic control wrap around me, bathing me and I fell, effortlessly, naturally, deeper. Hers.

For so long Miss Sweet has helped me understand that I need to remove barriers I once thought that I needed. Barriers I once thought were permanent. As Miss Sweet’s words flowed inside we began to talk about truth.

Truths that she has helped me discover as she frees me to look inside my open sexy mind.

Truths I never knew before but, with her help, her beautiful voice, her insight, her touch, her control and her guidance I now see clearly.

Miss Sweet has freed me, once again. Liberating me through hypnosis. I am so lucky to belong to her and I do. I do belong to her.

Having opened my mind to her help, she spoke of my truths. Revealing them to me and I knew, immediately that every word was true. Washing away all those unnecessary barriers, brick by brick as only she can. Miss Sweet was showing me who I am. Who I have always been. That the truth was what I’d always needed to see.

As she removed my clothes, leaving me naked, exposed to her touch, freed to surrender completely to her, she scratched her nails over my now bound, tied body and marked me as hers. Her property.

I saw my truths reveal themselves to me slowly, one by one. Her words are true. My truths. My reality.

As she spoke to me, as I understood I was completely exposed to her, mind and body, as I realised my vulnerability was what I needed to see what I should always have been free to see, she sunk her teeth into my naked body. Marking me as hers. Her belonging. Her scratch and bite marks giving reality and permanence to my truth. Using her touch to encourage and reinforce how I responded to her power, my truths were revealed to me. The meaning of every word exposed to my vulnerable, exposed mind.

I am Miss Sweet’s toy.

I am Miss Sweet’s perfect dildo fucktoy.

I am Miss Sweet’s helpless property.

I am so lucky to be all of these things. This is the truth of what I am. The truth of who I am.

I am Miss Sweet’s toy.

I am Miss Sweet’s perfect dildo fucktoy.

I am Miss Sweet’s helpless property.

Thank you, Miss Sweet. Thank you for letting me understand my truth.

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Brainwashed, so sweetly

It is a source of immense pride to be able to say that I belong to Miss Sweet and to be able to document my slow decent into submission into her perfect hypnotic control.

This blog is my way of documenting this journey over time. I hope to be able to do justice to her extraordinary hypnotic abilities and articulate the changes that Miss Sweet is making to my open sexy mind.

What I hope comes across is just how kind and thoughtful Miss Sweet is. Yes, she is my desire, she is my arousal, yes she has forever changed how I orgasm and yes she has altered how I think and what I fantasise about. But, what I try to express is just how much fun we have. I am not a brainwashed automaton or a mindless drone (as far as I remember). We laugh. We chat. Yes, then often I am tranced and brainwashed, but it always feels right, natural and above all safe and pleasurable. Miss Sweet is remarkable and I adore her.

A huge thank you to everyone who follows this blog, liked or reposted or read anything here. When Miss Sweet suggested creating this blog, it offered me the chance to look back, over time, at who I once was. I hoped that people would find our posts interesting but I’ve been so pleased with the response.

Finally, thank you Miss Sweet for making me your proud obedient brainwashed toy. I am yours and always have been.

Here are links to the posts so far. I hope to write many more over 2019 and beyond.

If you are seeing a Reblog of this post, for the complete, updated list, please go to My Original Post which I will be updating every week. 

1.  Being Sweetly Brainwashed - Even though it’s only a few months old, reading it now feels like it was written by a different person. But, it’s testament to the wonderful, positive changes Miss Sweet has made in me since this first, timid, foray on tumblr.

2. Belonging - Realising that fantasies that Miss Sweet had described many months previously were now my fantasies was a singular, life-changing, moment. And because Miss Sweet hadn’t begun any memory play, an unforgettable moment too.

3. Science is Important - While writing this post, which describes Miss Sweet’s weekly experiments - and the process of providing her with written reports and updates - I began to understand just how hypnosis and brainwashing was making me a better, more confident, more open person. It’s as if I’m being liberated whilst writing. Free to be open. Free to submit completely to Miss Sweet.

4. Becoming Aware - I doubt I’ve ever written anything so quickly. At this point, Miss Sweet had slowly turned a dripping tap into a torrent. My deepest thoughts and desires and cravings released through her beautiful hypnotic control.

5. A Time to Remember - By the time of writing this post, I was confident enough to write about how Miss Sweet had permanently altered how I orgasm and had taken steps to shape my memory. I don’t think I could contain my pride or my devotion to Miss Sweet. (I still can’t).

6. A Time to Forget - A post of pure unabashed, unfettered, need.

7. Always Deeper - Miss Sweet introduces me to memory play. Well, at least this time I know it’s happened.

8. Surrendering to Submission - As I began to understand what submission means, and how my craving to submit to Miss Sweet became an overwhelming need as she helps me unlock my darkest desires.

9. Hard to the Touch - The path we have gone down, together, hand in hand leads me to a fundamental truth, an understanding of what my purpose is. An entirely natural and permanent shift in ownership and control.

10. Inert, unfeeling, perfect - A rare instance where Miss Sweet allows me to partially remember how effortlessly she can alter me so that I can fully experience being her dildo, her fucktoy, her property.

11. Hyppy New Year:  Tantalized, tranced and triggered by Miss Sweet, I experienced a startling hypnotic gift on New Year’s Day, one that I will always cherish because I will always belong to Miss Sweet. 12. Truth be Told:  Through one of Miss Sweet’s powerful, intense displays of her hypnotic abilities, I see the truth of what I am and who I am.