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Good girls are leashed.

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Getting home, from a long day at work, putting down your things, blissfully unaware of the surprise your domme left for you this morning.

You get comfortable, taking off your shoes, jacket, and putting your bag down

You start to undo the latch on your necklace

And it starts to relax, leaving its personhood in the necklace. It is just a good pet. It curls up, on the couch, getting all cozy, only thoughts on its mind about how soft the couch is, and how it can't wait until mistress gets home and cuddles with it

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the fact that some people for real think that doms only think about their pleasure is laughable

like yeah it’s hot to feel like a used lil fuckdoll, but the best doms know how to give their subs the most pleasure of their entire lives while making it seem like it’s only for their own amusement

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Beryl's Training

"Here's your coffee!"

Beryl looked up from her paperwork to appraise her assistant coolly, accepting the coffee he offered and taking a sip.

"Took you long enough."

Her assistant chuckled. "Made sure to make it just the way you like it." He moved behind her chair, likely in order to observe her work for himself, Beryl surmised. She took another sip of her coffee before grabbing her pen and--

"It's time for your training, isn't it?"

Beryl could feel herself.... softening. Her cold gaze beginning to thaw, her shoulders beginning to slump, and something inside her stirring to life.

"Training...? Well, yes, I suppose it is."

Something about that didn't feel quite right, but Beryl couldn't put her finger on it. Nevermind that she practically ran the Institute singlehandedly, or that her assistant was her subordinate and so should be receiving training from her, nor that she couldn't remember what training it is she needed. Something about the fact that she got... excited.... felt off, felt wrong, felt--

"Well then, shouldn't you get into the proper position?" Her assistant's warm breath on her ear sent a spear of pleasure deep into Beryl's mind and even deeper into her body, and the doubts dissipated into nothingness. Her many days, hours, months of brainwashing kicked in. Of course! She loved training, and she wasn't in the proper position! That had to change.

Beryl opened her lab coat, pulled up her shirt, and unhooked her bra to reveal her breasts, and spread her legs, slumping a bit in her chair. One hand started teasing her nipples, and was quickly accompanied by one of her assistant's hands. Her other hand tugged up her skirt and slipped into her panties to tease her ever-more-soaking slit.

"That's a good girl," her assistant intoned. "Opening your mind to your training. Because you love being trained, don't you, my dear?"

"Yes!" Beryl's reply was breathless, so different from her normally sharp, commanding tone.

"It feels sooo good to do your training, doesn't it?"

"Yes!" Beryl could feel each word filling the space between her ears, echoing and completely filling the space.

"You need to be trained, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"You need me to train you, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"You love it when I train you, don't you?"

"Yes!" This one came out more as a moan.

"Good girl. What are you?"

"A sex toy!" The answer was immediate.

"But what do you think you're saying when I ask that?"

"A... scientist...." Those words struggled to leave her lips.

"But what are you really?"

"A sex toy...."

"Yes... such a good girl!"

Beryl's mind swirled with pleasure, and she wasn't sure how much she really understood what she agreed to after that, but she agreed nonetheless to everything her assistant said.

"You love to obey my words. It doesn't matter how big or small the command, you knownyou need to obey. And it feels so good to obey. It doesn't matter what else you're doing, if I give you a command, you will drop everything and obey. It doesn't matter if you're alone in your office, or in a meeting with the board of directors, you will obey me. You love to serve, love to obey. And at the end of the day, you will come home with me to my place so that you can serve me until the morning. Because you're not a person, you're my property. My sextoy. My slave. Isn't that right, my dear?"

"Nnnnghfuckkyesss!!" Beryl could feel herself getting close to the edge one more time, so close to tumbling over into orgasm. Her fingers worked her pussy and clit furiously, lewd wet noises just a background to the brainwashing happening above.

"Bend over for me." The act of going from sitting in her desk chair to being pressed against the desk, legs spread, panties around her ankles and soaked pussy presented, was so smooth and streamlined, clearly well-practiced. A low groan escaped Beryl's lips as her assistant slid his cock to the base inside her pussy, then started pumping furiously. It was clear he was as close as she was.

"That's a good slut for me! So obedient, so submissive, so helpless... Completely mine, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master!" Beryl cried out, feeling the pleasure exploding repeatedly in her mind, her body unable to hold out and--

"Good girl, cum for me!" Beryl came as she felt her assistant bottom out inside her and the telltale twitching of his cock as he came with her. The powerful orgasm crashed through her body as he filled her pussy with his hot, thick cum. She felt any semblance of brainpower that was left short-circuit, and she went completely blank.

"...And wide awake, up up up!"

Beryl blinked, her eyes focusing on the chaotic mess of papers strewn across her desk, as usual. She must have gotten lost in her thoughts as her assistant droned on about something stupid again.

"Did you enjoy your training?" She swiveled to see her assistant standing behind her, adjusting his tie.

"I--" What training? What did I need training for? Why can't I remem--

"Of course." She smiled at her assistant, surprisingly warm, despite the predatory quality her smirks always bore. "I always enjoy our training."

Her assistant smiled back and, with a courteous nod, bowed out of Beryl's office. Beryl herself turned back to her desk, only subconsciously aware of a sense of deep satisfaction, and of the cum slowly pooling into her underwear.

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{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

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She Can't Resist the Drop

She tries to stay awake but can't resist going back down into trance

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Snow Bunny Sunday

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I love hypnosis

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Happy Pride Month!!

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Absolutely not! How could she possibly know what my best interests are when she's just a mindless puddle of pleasure?

Do you believe her?

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Out like a light...

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This is me.

Imagine sneaking into a public restroom together. Telling them to get down on their knees and pull up their shirt and stick out their tongue. Running a thumb over their eager lips. Stepping closer.

Now imagine ending the scene there. Telling them you just wanted to see how obedient they were feeing. Would that be fucked up or what?

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“It’s a shame I’m so hard to hypnotize,” he thought to himself as he loaded up a random game on his phone to pass the time.

He idly fantasized about what his life would look like if he was susceptible to hypnotic commands as he directed the avatar with one hand, and stroked his stiffening cock with the other. He had been like this all week. Last week, he decided to splurge on “cum enhancement” pills, guaranteed to give him thicker, bigger, better tasting loads of cum, and he had spent the last day and a half edging himself to build up the biggest, tastiest load he could.

Sure, he was inspired to get the pills after listening to that hypnosis file again, the one that was supposed to make you addicted to eating your own cum, but that was just a coincidence. He’s listened to the file in the past, and he’d never had the urge to swallow his load extend beyond a few hours after the file ended before. He had been listening to the file because he loved the taste of his cum, and he wanted to remove the inhibitions that prevented him from doing so. He thought for a moment and realized that he heard that somewhere before. He could hear her voice somewhere in his memories telling him “You love the taste of your own cum.”

Okay, so he had one thought that agreed with a suggestion from the file. That doesn’t mean it came from the file. He realized years ago, that despite his best efforts, he can’t really be hypnotized without getting high. His mind is too resistant.  And so, even if he is high when he’s hypnotized, when he’s sober he resists the suggestions… Right? He started thinking of another one of her files he listened to in the past, one that told him he was too strong willed to be hypnotized, and briefly tried to sort out which thought came first, which thoughts were his, and which were hers.

“It doesn’t matter,” he reminded himself. He vaguely remembered hearing those words from her voice too, before he put the thought out of his mind.  He continued to mentally trace his personal history with eating is own cum, partly distracted by the digital fighter moving across the screen, partly distracted by the pleasure growing between his legs.  Did he have this desire, did he fantasize about the unique texture of his own release in his mouth even two weeks ago, before his most recent listening streak? He didn’t think so. Before two days ago, he had never cum directly into his own mouth like that. If he wanted to eat his cum, he would have done something similar in the past, without immediate guidance or directions from the file. Does that mean that his newfound desire is from repeated listening? He remembered the suggestion that he would need to eat it every time he reached climax, that he would masturbate every day just to have some. He wasn’t doing that, so the file must not be working, right? Would the effects of the file be binary as on-off, or would it be a progression? It doesn’t matter, he wanted to know why he listened to the file the very first time, years ago.

It was easy for him to think back to that first experience, what he considers the first profound hypnotic experience. It’s that memory and the emotional connection to his first truly deep trance that kept him returning to the file, not the suggestions that told him he’d want to listen again and again. So long ago, it was easy for him to recall his motivation for listening to the file. He was skeptical: eating his own cum was physically revolting to him, and he wanted some metric to test if he could really be controlled or changed through hypnosis. He felt himself throb as he remembered how eager, desperate, and greedy he was for his own seed immediately after listening, and how that desire melted into shame, disgust, but also fascination and excitement over the following few days. When he reached the end of the level, he put down his phone and used his finger to transfer his precum to his waiting mouth, vaguely recalling her voice telling him “You want to lick it up, you want to slurp it up.”

Still, he knew his hunger for his own emissions was something that arose organically as a result in his fascination with attempting to experience hypnotic control, not because of any hypnotic suggestions.  Wait, did that make sense? It doesn’t matter. He isn’t being hypnotized. He listens to the files because they are fun and hot, not because he is responding to hypnotic suggestions in them.  Every step he takes closer to being addicted to eating his own cum is because it’s a fantasy of his to be controlled into the experience, not because the file is hypnotizing him to do so. He is in full control, and choosing to live play along with this fantasy.

As he slides another finger, slick with precum, between his lips and sucks it clean he remembers that she released a sequel to the file.  A memory of her voice bubbles up to the surface of his mind “You would do anything for Mistress…”

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I just want to lay in bed with someone in our underwear and make out, watch movies and fuck like 3 or 10 times