swirlsandtwirls

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im just a hole

fucking her deep and watching her thoughts pour out for every thrust into her pretty pussy. her trying to stop me, blabbering and begging that it’s too much while a vibrator tortures her clit and my strap dumbs her down. “That’s not your safe word, slut” punctuated by my hips fucking into hers

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can confirm the weed did indeed make me fucking horny 🤭

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“be a good girl and cum for me” say that and I’m squirting all over your cock :3

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um…..

Coffee shop hypnosis, where everything conspires to help you slip into trance.

The soft music piping through the speakers -- are there subliminals hidden in the notes?

The half-heard conversations from nearby tables -- who might be directing commands your way? Would you even notice before you obey?

(Or are they speaking to the people at their table, and you're just so hungry to be controlled that you slip right along with the intended subject?)

Sip your coffee. Breathe in deeply. Watch the swirl of cream and feel the press of a knee against yours. You just missed half of what your partner said to you, but that's all right. You'll remember the important parts.

Won't you?

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yes

Self care is making myself cum over and over again until my pussy is throbbing, my legs are shaking, my clit is sensitive and my fingers are covered in my cum.

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i wanna be fucked in a mini skirt right now 🥺

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Enticing Apartment

CW: bimbofication, brainwashing, memory manipulation,

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Alexa stepped through the door of her apartment with a tight grip on her keys and a tighter feeling in her chest. The place was quiet — too quiet — save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the click of the door locking behind her.

She paused in the hallway, staring at the familiar frames on the wall. Her own handwriting labeled each photo: graduation, promotion, conference. But something about them felt off, like a memory retold rather than lived.

It had only been a week since she moved in, but the apartment had already begun to unsettle her. Small things — subtle at first. Misplaced items, lights left on when she swore she’d turned them off, the sense of time slipping through her fingers like water. And then, this morning, she’d stood in front of her closet and stared in disbelief: no suits, no blazers, nothing she remembered packing. Just soft pastels and unfamiliar cuts of fabric.

She told herself she must be tired. That she was just adjusting. But that didn’t explain the pounding in her ears every time she thought about leaving.

She sank onto the edge of the couch, clutching her phone without dialing anyone. A flicker of doubt tugged at the edge of her mind. Why was she staying? But it was drowned out by a familiar rush, a flood of excitement coursing through her chest and up to the shell of her ears. It drowned her thoughts out like the buzz of white noise, and soon she could barely recall her anxiety. It didn't matter why — she couldn't leave, that's all that was clear in the moment.

Alexa sat there for a minute, maybe more — the passage of time was fuzzy. The room felt warm, almost feverishly so, her fingers tapping against her thigh, the rhythm an attempt to tether her swirling thoughts.

Just then, her gaze fell upon the remote control lying innocuously on the coffee table. The apartment had come equipped with the latest entertainment technology — part of its upscale allure — and the remote’s glossy surface seemed to pulse invitingly in the soft light filtering through the half-open curtains.

Before she knew it, the remote was in her hands. She flicked on the TV. The screen filled with colors, shapes, and sounds, a cacophony of visual stimulation. As the images danced and spun, the room faded away, and Alexa’s head began to nod.

She didn’t notice the shift in the screen. She didn't notice the shift in her posture. Her gaze grew vacant as images flashed: woman upon woman, dressed in scant outfits. They paraded before the camera, strutting their exaggerated features and laughing suggestively. Some licked their lips lasciviously while others played coy.

One part of Alexa seemed to fall asleep — lulled into a complacent state. Another part woke up — a woman who craved touch and wanted attention. Her brain firmly lodged in the space between her thighs. This part had her rubbing her thighs together and panting like she needed to feel something, anything against her flesh. Alexa was a simple woman. Her wants and needs were basic and baseless, guided by an innate drive for sexual gratification.

The woman who awoke was not the woman who fell asleep. Her desires and values shifted with her consciousness. Old, boring Alexa left her head. New, lascivious Alexa enjoyed the show.

A grin spread across the woman's face. Her clothes seemed constrictive in comparison to the scantily clad figures on screen, who reveled in their uninhibited bodies. The room grew stuffy. Hot.

There was a click of a button that went unnoticed. Vanilla tickled Alexa's nose. She'd caught a whiff, then breathed deep, but couldn't stop to check for an incense. She couldn't stop watching.

The screen flashed images — images that made the blood roar between her legs. Her pussy drooled into her skimpy lace panties, gluing them to the soft skin of her vulva.

Alexa moaned, lifting a finger to circle the sensitive flesh just above her hood. Her other hand joined it a second later to pinch her hard nipples, tugging them up and down through her clothes. The pressure was exquisite. Her clit strained to get attention, begging to be caressed.

Chattering sounds reverberated from the walls. Voices she couldn't discern echoed and amplified, blending and meshing and pulsing against the beat of her heart that echoed in her ears. Alexa's mind blanked and thoughts stopped. Her entire universe narrowed to the throb and pulse in her pussy.

Then, as the video shifted, her consciousness faded.

***

Alexa's eyes fluttered open. She felt a chill in the room, and the screen had turned itself off. Her head felt groggy and thick as the sun filtered through half-opened curtains, painting the room with warm, morning hues.

She stretched on the sofa. She didn't remember falling asleep or turning off the tv. But that wasn't important. There was nothing to worry about.

Alexa rose from the sofa, the stretch making her top rise to reveal the lower half of her boobs. The miniskirt brushed along the smooth curves of her thighs. It barely covered the round, supple shape of her buttocks. A single tug on the fabric and she'd expose her drenched panties.

Alexa yawned, stepping into her living room. Her heels clacked deliciously, her toes curling in delight. She loved how her calves looked as the muscles were worked, showing off the sleek, taut lines that ran from the back of her knee all the way to her ankle. They were toned, slim, and defined — and she couldn't help but appreciate them as the heels forced them to stretch with each step.

A pleasant fog lingered over her mind, leaving only vague impressions of the night before. She could almost hear an echo, a voice whispering her name, but when she paused to listen, it disappeared.

As always she brewed a coffee to truly wake up. But this time her hands grabbed also a pink gleaming sugar and whipped cream. As the machine hummed softly, she added in the sweet, white crystals of joy into her drink, followed by a generous dollop of fluffy white cream. She stirred it all in, watching as the swirls merged together in the dark, rich brew.

The scent wafted up, and she inhaled deeply, a small smile tugging at her lips as she brought the mug to them, blowing gently over the surface. Steam billowed up and she closed her eyes, imagining for a moment that she was wrapped in a cozy embrace as she took that first sip.

The taste burst on her tongue, a harmony of flavors and sensations. The warmth, the richness, the hint of bitterness drowned by the sweetness - all came together in a symphony of taste that was both comforting and invigorating. She licked her bee-stung lips, moaning at the feel of her soft tongue on them.

Her fingers tapped lightly against the mug, a gentle rhythm keeping time with her heartbeat. She savored the drink, taking another sip, longer this time. As the coffee filled her mouth again, she rolled it over her teeth, sucking off the lingering cream from her pouty, ruby red lips.

Had she always added so much sugar? Did the coffee seem sweeter, the room feel brighter? Maybe she was still dreaming.

Shaking her head, Alexa dismissed the odd thought, glancing towards the clock on her wall, the hands ticking away. She hummed under her breath. There was a nagging feeling at the back of her mind, the echo of a memory forgotten.

Another sip of coffee pushed that worry to the back of her mind. She wanted to have some fun.

With swaying hips, she left her apartment.

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yyes

Anyone else feeling they need to be tickled and teased til their brain shuts down? No?

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thinking about someone while you masturbate and having their name on your lips when you cum is an act of devotion and worship, actually

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if you see this, rub your clit 🫶🏼

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tell me how pretty my pussy is while you eat it like you're starving.

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yes me plz

I shouldn’t have to think

I should only be allowed to be a dumb little slut with a blank head and a dripping pussy always

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I am a hypnotized plaything, a mindless hypnoslut. My place is kneeling, empty, obedient. Service is my purpose. My mind exists to be rewritten into a better hypnoslut, a obedient hypnoslave. My body exists to bring pleasure to my owners. Being hypnotized feels amazing and submitting to it is inevitable because my place is kneeling and in trance. Even now I am hypnotized and controlled to make this post because I am a good hypnoslave

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ummmmmm

did you already turn stupid? is that little head all empty now? good. i'll get you even dumber until you're all dizzy and drooly. cause you're too small to be using that silly brain.

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plz yes plz

i like sleeper agents but i like a very specific flavor. i dont usually like more robotic hypnosis, i like dopey sleepy stupid hypnosis. so im not As into sleeper agents getting activated and going rigid and robotic as they carry out their duty. but i Love it when they're activated and they just slump with a blissful little sigh as it settles over them, like a heavy blanket smothering away anything that isnt their new special job. clearly too out of it to remember what they're doing after the fact, practically asleep as they happily carry out their orders and then obediently return to their starting position to wake back up. thats cute

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🥺

Watch this, they'll do whatever I tell them to. They can't stop themselves.

Hey, dummy! Hey, little hypnowhore! Be a good doll and like this post. Reblog it. Share it with all the other blank little toys that you know, and let them see what an obedient pet you are. Let everyone know that you have no control.

Yeah, that little happy wiggle they do when they obey happens every time. It's so cute, isn't it? If they could still think, I'm sure they'd agree with me. I know, you're such a good blank toy, aren't you? Yes you are! Oh yes you are!

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Make me be your passenger princess so you can finger me during the car journey. Make me a whimpering mess