#Master of Hypnosis

[tofuless]

Doodle of that lil challenge my brain wanted to do. I don't have enough time to finish this but I figured I'd throw it out there lol.

Oc fusion challenge is surprisingly fun

[archer-vale]

Don't look away. Slow, deep breaths... The air is thick with his scent. You've always loved the smell of men. The heavy odor forces you to relax. Your thoughts slow. Accept the natural pull. Sink to your knees...you know where you belong.

[wasyago]

welp, didn't manage to get everything out before season 10 started, but i gotta post it one way or another so here we go! heard there was a fandom swap game going on, wanted to do a couple promts of my own :D

[sissyprincess000]

A Sissy Goes To College

https://www.patreon.com/Princess000

[oneiropole]

Last Bus Ride

[subsyd78]

I really wish I could be a dom but every day I realise I am just a sub, slave waiting for a master in Sydney to claim me.

[yummellow]

U totes need to be turned into a fuck doll. It's my calling, and I want it so bad!!!! I'm nothing more than a fuck object!!!!

[andropill]

Brutality is what elevate other men from weak ones. Conquering weak men is an easy feat for those who have the means of throwing away their humanity and accepting the Godliness title they deserve.

Take weak men and show them how the hierarchy works. Gag them, abuse them, tear them. Show them what a real mans cock can do to a fag hole.

[bigboysfalldeep]

Serve - Soldier slave

Private Anderson was called into the medical center. The new medical officer wanted to examine all the new recruits personally, but it was Anderson's third appointment this month.

"Just doing some tests." The doctor said every time, and all the other cadets are bound to have multiple tests done as well.

Even though Anderson always felt a weird tingling sensation seeing the medical officer, he couldn't just refuse to see him.

He opens the door and steps inside, with the doctor's back turned toward him.

"I'm here, sir, private Anderson." The young soldier stutters, the tingling already intensifying at his fingertips.

"Oh, private. Good. Sit down, will you?" The doctor smiled and motioned for a bed right next to the grey wall.

With a heavy stomach, Anderson sat down and looked around. The usual doctor's office appeal is sterile yet comfortable.

A chemical smell hovered in the air all around him—nothing unusual, yet burning his nostrils slightly.

"How are we feeling today?" The doctor smiled warmly, putting on surgical gloves.

"Im alright." Anderson nodded politely.

"Good." The doctor nodded too. "Let us begin."

He grabbed a stethoscope from the table next to him while Anderson fixed his posture. He stretched his chest and lifted his shirt for the doctor to check his breathing.

"Just focus on your breathing; take deep breaths, remember?"

"Yes sir."

Anderson said that and kept breathing steadily. He focused on a bright white light from across the room and felt the cold metal on his chest. At the same time, he felt hands on his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

"Now, just like before."

The doctor said, and Anderson nodded. He started to count down from ten to five with every deep breath he took as the tingling spread further through his arms and right into his chest.

5.

His voice was a little huskier already, almost a growl.

4.

Anderson's eyes grew heavy as the tingling wandered through his legs and into his feet.

3.

He was barely able to keep a straight face. The light in front of him started spinning, switching colors, and moving closer yet farther away.

2.

The young soldier swallowed hard, unable to keep his eyes open any longer.

1.

Now swaying, his entire body felt heavy, numb, and hard.

"Sleep, cadet."

The doctor's face was now right in front of his as he breathed into his mouth. With a low, long moan, Anderson's head sank down to his chest, his limps slumping to his sides, but the doctor smirked happily.

"Very good." He said it quitely.

"Can you hear me, private?" Anderson lifted his head slowly and opened his eyes.

"Yes, sir." He said it with glassy, vacant eyes.

"Good. Then let's begin." The doctor started his actual examination.

He began to feel the soldier's chest firmly—his pecs, abs, arms, and shoulders.

"Flex and get hard, private." He demanded, and without hesitation, Anderson raised both of his arms and flexed.

All of his muscles were encouraged to grow hard, bulging against his now-tight uniform.

"Good boy." The doctor said that and felt his chest again and again, enjoying himself very much.

"Youve been doing well, I heard." He said it proudly. "No surprise."

Licking his lips, he slid one hand under the shirt, running his fingers across the tight yet soft skin again and again. Anderson started drooling, reacting to the slightest touch.

"Thank you, sir." He said it with a derpy smile.

The doctor felt his arms now and smirked once more. He then focused on the soldier's neck, stroking him lovingly before tracing the jawline with his fingers. The man placed a hand on Anderson's face, traced his wet lips with his thumb while still stroking his chest, playing with his hard nipples, and running a finger through the tangible abs with his other hand.

"I love that look in your eyes." He muttered under his breath, staring into the young guys foggy eyes before leaning in and brushing his lips across the soldiers'.

"You're ready for the next step." The doctor moved back and placed a hand on Anderson's neck, holding him gently.

"Sleep, Anderson. Go even deeper now." After a short break, his eyes rolled back before he closed them, and the medical officer could gently lay him down.

In a hushed tone, the man put him down softly, making sure not to hurt Anderson. Then he resumed touching his chest, even firmer than before. His chest was tensed, and every fiber inside his body was on edge, tingling. The private was moaning under his breath, making deep guttural moans with his voice barely escaping his lips.

The doctor then ran a hand to the soldier's thick bulge forming inside the camo pants. In one quick motion, he unbuttoned them and slipped his hand inside, feeling Anderson pulsating, still growing cock firmly.

The soldier's body reacted right away. He moved slightly and groaned, taking several deep breaths.

"Good boy." He leaned in to whisper into his ear, right into his mind.

"Youre mine, private. And mine alone."

Anderson moaned and opened his eyes just barely.

"Show me you understand."

The soldier dick grew bigger inside the doctor's hand, pressing against the fabric of his briefs. The man moved his hand up and down the ever-growing shaft until it started to leak.

"Very good." The medical officer started to stroke Anderson's cock but also his chest, flooding the soldiers minds with pure pleasure.

He's already conditioned to grow harder and harder when touched by his master, but this just made the conditioning so much smoother.

The more he stroked him, the more his body reacted. He shifted his body weight from left to right, softly purring amid the guttural groans. His breath quickened more and more, much to the doctors amusement.

"You like it when I touch you, don't you?" He smirked, and Anderson swallowed hard again.

"Yes, sir."

"You will always get hard like this when I touch you, private."

"Yes sir." The soldier moaned in agreement.

"You will get closer and closer to the edge, but you won't be able to cum."

Anderson grimaced, and his body got stiff and rigid. He was close to the edge already, but there is still room.

Painful moans escaped his mouth, one by one, and he, subconciously, grabbed himself as well. Desperate attempts to release that pressure.

The doctor just giggled at this.

"Now. I will be the only one to make you cum."

With a firm pull, he moved the rock hard, and its tip erupted simultaneously. The soldier moaned breathlessly, and his briefs got stained with his steaming cream.

"My, my." The doctor pulled his hand out of the pants and pats the patient's chest firmly. "We were eager today."

Gently, he fixed Anderson's uniform and ordered him to sit up.

"I want you to change and take a shower. Then, its time to go for a run, private."

The soldier nodded. "Wake up." With a long guttural moan, his eyes regained their focus.

He blinked a few times before he locked eyes with the doctor.

"Were done for today. A couple more tests, just to be sure." He placed a hand on Anderson's shoulder, who placed a hand at his crotch, probably feeling the wet spot all around his still bulging cock.

"Okay, sir."

"Now go." The doctor nodded toward the door, and with further hesitation, Anderson left the room.

[deeper-x-deeper]

what if I were to knock on your door? would you answer?

I think so. I think you'd at least peek out your window, even if you choose to remain hidden from my view.

but on top of an eccentric outfit, I have such a welcoming face, and such captivating eyes, you might be interested to see what I'm here for.

do you open the door?

[CONTENT WARNING: CNC, KIDNAPPING, BRAINWASHING FANTASY]

so you open the door.

I smile, and give a small wave.

"Hi, I'm new to the area and my cat got loose while I was moving some furniture. I'm showing his picture around in case you see him, do you mind taking a look here?"

I hold out my phone to show you the image. it's a cute, dopey looking orange cat.

"You can hold my phone to see it better, and you can scroll to see more pictures if you want!" I chuckle weakly. "He's a sweet guy, just dumb."

you take the phone, smiling with relief. just a neighbor with a lost cat.

"It doesn't matter which way you scroll honestly, it's all photos of him...I don't really take pictures of anything else."

so you scroll. but it's not another orange cat photo, no.

it's a simple, yet captivating spiral.

even if it doesn't catch your attention for too long, it will serve its purpose to distract you just long enough for me to fully close the gap between us, pressing a sweet smelling cloth over your mouth and nose.

it's useless to try to resist the effects of chemistry, and even if you do, all you'll succeed in doing is hearing me whisper, gently,

"Shhh, it's ok, pet. You'll be back home soon, I promise."

before you lose consciousness for a little while.

of course, when you wake up, it won't be for too long.

because you'll wake up, tied up, but comfortably. carefully.

with a nice, soothing voice in your ear.

"Hello, pet. No need to worry, you're home, now. I'll take good care of you."

then why be tied up, you may be thinking?

"You're not tied up, sweet pet. You're tied down."

did I know your thoughts? did you mumble them out loud?

"None of that really matters. What matters is that you're home."

home. where is home? it's dark in here.

"Home, with me, your master. So you can just relax, now, and let me take care of everything."

just relax. master will take care of everything.

"That's it, now, I'm going to undo some of these ropes, ok? So you can relax more. This chair is much more comfortable if you're not tied to it."

so you can relax more. you feel the ropes fall away from your wrists first, and your mind seems to fall a bit with them.

"That's right. I did up your arms a bit, let me get those, too."

the soft shuffle of the ropes hitting the floor slip you further into a relaxed state. this chair is comfortable, just as master said.

"Now, let me just...switch this on..."

switch...what?

"I know you were wondering why it was dark in here. It won't be dark for much longer, pet."

a soft click, and you realize the dark "room" is actually a visor, as it lights up in a colorful spiral, more intricate than the one from before.

but as you stare, "before" begins to slip away from you...

"Good pet. Just stare. Just sink. Just submit."

stare. sink. submit.

"Good pet for master."

good pet for master.

"No need to think anymore. Your master will take care of everything."

[247hypnoslave]

There's something so incredibly special about being in a trance. It's hard to describe; the blissful serenity, the complete relaxation of every part of your being, the abandonment of reality for just a short while, the ultimate trust of the 1 who put you under, knowing that they only want you to experience pure paradise with them. It's nirvana.

[archer-vale]

Just give in, bro. Stop fighting it.

[rhea-sunshine]

It started as innocent fun

But the deeper he sunk his teeth into her the more she craved his control- needed it. His voice bounced around her mind and behind her glassy eyes was nothing but thoughts of his grip. The grip he had over her. Over her mind. He had slowly inched his way into every fiber of her being. It was almost effortless for him to make her into his perfect little toy.

He stood behind her as she prepped herself for the day. He loved watching her make herself up. She glowed before she started and he was always sure to note that. But there was always something that shifted in her when she finishes that last coat of mascara. She looks at herself the way he does when his mind races about their time together. “Here” he stated as his hand swiftly grabbed something from her makeup bag. “Try it”. He handed her a lipstick that she had forgotten about. Slowly she grabbed the tube from him chuckling under her breath. The tube read “just bitten” on the bottom making the corners of her mouth turn up.

“Put it on sweet girl. I think you might like it” her eyes caught his lustful gaze in the mirror, still smirking. He slightly raised his left eyebrow and the smile melted from her face. He meant it. She leaned into her reflection slowly and methodically began to apply the candy apple red lipstick.

He brushed her hair off of her shoulder and leaned in closely “So pretty for Master” the words fell from his lips and grazed her ear. A wave of pleasure rushed down her spine and then back up landing in her throat. “Yes Master. So pretty for you”.

“Good fucking girl!” His voice almost a growl.

It only took this one interaction to solidify how much she loves making herself up for her Master. She was, after all, prettier this way.

[tajarahypnoslave]

[akkivee]

TO THE KNIGHT OF THE SUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[subsyd78]

Every sub knows that, despite their other kinks, true pleasure comes from bowing to a master. A superior male who can control and guide them. It doesn’t matter what a sub does for a day job, when they’re home they know that pleasure is submission.