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I'd like to give you an orgasm button.

It's quite the challenge to learn to orgasm on command, but you're a very good subject. I'll get some little plastic button, something that makes a distinctive click when you press it. I'll get you nice and worked up, and then press the button as you cum.

A few more times around, and some intense hypnotic sessions -- perhaps conditioning you while you're hypnotized as well -- and now we have the trigger implanted nice and firmly. When the button is pressed, you cum.

And since I'm a nice tist, and since it is the season of giving and all, I'll let you keep the button for yourself. Whenever you're feeling horny, whenever you want to feel good, you can just press it, and you cum.

Every so often I'll reinforce the trigger, just to make sure it stays nice and strong. The orgasms the button gives you will be deliciously powerful. I imagine you'll stop masturbating before too long. Oh, you might edge yourself if you want to really enjoy the build-up and anticipation, maybe touch idly while watching or reading some smut... but if you want an orgasm, the button's right there, and it feels much better than your own hands or toys. You'll have the button in front of you, and when you've ridden the edge for long enough, you press the button and you cum.

And over time, you'll end up pressing that button more and more often. Whenever you're a little stressed, or horny, or bored... the button's right there. There are no restrictions. Press it and you cum.

After you've been using the button for a few weeks, after it's become routine... I'll wait for one of those reinforcement sessions. I'll reinforce the trigger again, of course. But when you wake up, this time you'll see I'm holding the button. I'll press the button, and watch you cum.

What I won't do is give the button back. And you'll find that you've done two very important things over the past few weeks. First, you've gotten yourself so used to having frequent, amazing orgasms. Your body and mind expect to cum very hard, several times a day. You crave it. And second, your body has forgotten how to cum without that button. Every time you masturbated, it was the button that got you over the edge. You need the button, now. And if I don't press it

you don't cum. And even now you feel that desperate need building. You'll do anything for me to press that button. You'll do anything for me to let you cum.

You managed to addict yourself to the orgasms from that button, and even made it so that you couldn't cum any other way. All just by pressing the button yourself, and a few extra suggestions in the reinforcement sessions that you didn't remember. Not everyone would be able to do that to themselves, but like I said, you're a very good subject.

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Brains are for boys, I'm just a pretty doll

Brains are for boys, I'm just a pretty doll

Brains are for boys, I'm just a pretty doll

Brains are for boys, I'm just a pretty doll

Brains are for boys, I'm just a pretty doll

Brains are for boys, I'm just a pretty doll

Brains are for boys, I'm just a pretty doll

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start here ~

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Forgotten Lover

Waking up in the morning with no memories of yesterday whatsoever. Not sure what day it is either… acing all over for no apparent… Why are my thigs bruised?! are…those bite marks? and why is their band-aids with hearts drawn on them over them??! The fudge happened??!! Checking your phone you find a message from an unknown number no context or indication of who they are only a ''Thank you for the last week my lovely pet❤️'' The fudge they mean pet??!! WEEK!? Indeed when you check your calendar it has been a week sense… whatever happened. Not sure what to do you head into the shower almost tripping on your weak legs on the way there only too realise that your entire body is marked with bitemarks and bruises each and everyone of them with a small normal band-aid with a tiny heart drawn on them. As you move too take them off you get struck with a deep feeling of regret after taking of the first, almost slapping it back on just as quick. almost… You manage too keep yourself from it. but you dont take any others off either. You do your best too not think about it all and continue your day. And it goes well you practically forget about it all for a couple of days. And days turn into weeks and soon a month has gone and it has been nothing but quiet. Until the second week of the month you get another message from an unknown number, a voice message too be precise. Cant be from the same number because you blocked it! Didn't you? It is a voice message. When you turn it on you almost throw your phone into the wall in a panic cuz it is nothing but lewd moaning and begging. begging. so much begging for more. That they would do anything for more… Dread fills your stomach as you recognise your own voice moaning and begging on the file. and that's it 15 sec and it is over. no more messages only questions from you and a growing flushness over your neck that the bitemarks and hick-bruises finally disappeared from that you are trying too ignore. You try too get a answer but nothing only silence. until an hour later where the same number sends a video of you kneeling infront of your own sofa the same one you are sitting in now. not sure how too feel about that too be honest… But seeing nothing but a pair of crossed legs in back pants and a hand holding a chain with an old clock? Your not sure… What you are sure of is that you look annoyingly good in that harness you are wearing and that you are watching that clock swing from side too side staring like your life depends on it. Repeating over and over,

''I listen and obey'' ''I am nothing but your pet'' ''obedience is pleasure'' ''Thank you for taking care of me''

Over and over and over again. With a sudden feeling so lightheaded might puke you fall off your sofa and down on your knees and just as quick the lightheadednes is gone as quickly as it came. and you catch yourself whispering, ''obedience is pleasure'' and quickly slapping yourself out of it you get back on your feet and sit back down on the sofa. only too fall down again. on your knees. ''I listen and obey'' and another slap of sanity across your face. Not sure what too do you feel your panic growing more and more distinct. But you receive no more messages for the day. And you settle for just pacing around your apartment from the windows in the living room facing the parking lot too the front door. You pace and pace and pace. You are sure that there is a clear line on the floor where you walked by now as you try too figure out what too do. Call the police? Definitely. You need too report this. Things like these are dangerous and there have been a lot of new about people disappearing in cities not that far from hear. I need too do something. Cant just pace here forever! I wont be able too live like this! Mind decided you go too grab your coat and open the entrance door only too run into someone in the stairwell. with your shoulders so tense they go above your ears you tackle into them not caring that they are there. They are in the way. They will be fine. A soft and firm hand grip your arm and turn you too face them. and as you look at their face you feel all stress and anxiety leave you and a smile blossoms on you face. ''Hey there! easy~ are you alright? you should calm down. I'm here now.'' A hand softly holds your cheek and softly strokes your cheekbone and you cannot help but too close your eyes and nuzzle into their hand. ''I've missed you. Did you enjoy my messages?'' You open your eyes and stare into the face of your owner finally back. ''I've missed you more!'' A soft chuckle and they squeeze your cheek. ''I'm glad the triggers worked so well. Lets get inside a week is not that long and I got a lot of plans for you'' They herd you back into the apartment and with a soft click they lock the door. not too be opened again for a week. Only too repeat again next month, the best time and life you could dream of! its sad that it is only for a week a month.

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@hypnodolls told me that my tits should be on display because are public property and I desperately want to become a good toy so… here I am needy and on display

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Good girls stare into the pink.

Good girls drop and they sink.

Good girls let their thoughts drain.

Good girls don't even need brains.

Good girls are much happier dumb.

Good girls melt their head numb.

Good girls edge their mind away.

Good girls submit and always obey.

Good girls surrender to the spirals and twirls.

Good girls reblog to make more good girls.

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Trust me and let me show you that i can control your mind...

It's your choice...

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For basically as long as I can remember the hottest part of mind control/hypno has never been the part when you get to use them. Its always the part when they lose. Its the moment you know their mind is gone, they are in your complete control, and they are helpless to stop you~

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"2... and 1, up, up, up." My hypnotist said, shaking me gently as I slowly woke from trance. I sucked in a deep breath as my eyes fluttered open, trying to get my bearings after going so deep.

My hypnotist caught my gaze and smiled, and I grinned blearily back, unable to resist the spark of happiness I felt at pleasing him. "How are you feeling?" He asked, gently stroking my face.

Good, I wanted to say. Really, really good.

But it was like my mouth wasn't connected to my body. "Cock." I said, then frowned in confusion. I tried again. "Cock. Cock. Cock!"

My hypnotist grinned even as my body betrayed me. "Oh dear," he said in false concern, even as his eyes took on a puckish twinkle. "It seems as though you only have one thing on your mind."

I shook my head emphatically, but it was no use, my tongue wouldn't cooperate, my lips could only form one work. "Cock." I protested.

"You aren't only thinking of cock?" He asked, delighting in his own performed confusion.

I nodded. "Cock."

He raised a brow. "So you are only thinking about cock?"

I huffed in frustration as he laughed at my predicament, and crossed my arms over my naked breasts (when had I taken my clothes off? The thought floats out of my head almost as soon as it arrives. It doesn't matter anyway.).

I shook my head again and glared at him. My hypnotist's expression become contemplative, and goosebumps suddenly pebbled my skin under his scrutiny.

"Actually," he said, voice taking on that deep, lulling tone that had taken me under hundreds of times. "The more you say the word 'cock' the less you'll be able to think of anything else until 'cock' is the only thing left in your empty little brain." My mouth fell open a little as my mind was caught in the undertow of his words. "Now, my silly little bimbo, what are you thinking about right now?"

"Cock," I replied, unthinkingly, then snapped my mouth shut when I realized my mistake. The damage had already been done. As soon as the word left my mouth, my mind felt a little tingly, my thoughts came a little slower, and my mouth watered as a brief image of getting on my knees and sucking Master's cock played behind my eyes. Oh god. That sounded so nice. So fun. So hot. My eyes fluttered.

"Good girl," he said with a grin. "But I can see you still thinking. Why don't I take care of that, hmm?" He cupped my face, turning my gaze up to meet his. "What does my good girl want to think about?"

I tried to hold back, to stop myself, but all of a sudden his thumb was gliding over my lips, parting them, and it was like once my mouth was open I couldn't help but speak. "Cock."

The effect was even more powerful the second time. A sweet, pink cotton candy cloud was creeping into my brain and I could practically feel my thoughts being overtaken, one by one. It felt so good. For a moment I couldn't remember why I was even fighting this. My gaze went a little hazy as I stared up into his eyes, and a leaned into his touch. I wanted to please him. I wanted his cock. In my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. Wherever he wanted to put it. I needed it so badly.

I didn't even realize my mouth had fallen even further open, until he put his thumb against my tongue and I instinctively sealed my lips around it, sucking it gently.

Master frowned in mock concern as he took his finger back and watched as I moved to chase it. "Are you sure, sweetheart? You don't have anything else you want to think about? No smart girl thoughts you want to share with me?"

I blinked, a little confused as my fuzzy brain tied to catch up. "Cock?"

My expression smoothed out as the pink cloud took more of my mind. I couldn't remember why I was confused earlier. I couldn't remember why I was fighting this. It was hard to think bad thoughts when my head felt this nice and empty. I giggled.

"Cock," I said again because it felt soooo good to say. I was so silly. Cock was the best word there was. I didn't need any other words. This one let me ask for the one thing I really wanted. "Cock, cock, cock."

Master put my hands on my tits and it turned out, cock was even more fun to say while I bounced them. "Cock, cock, cock, cock, cock!"

Master laughed, and that made me feel so good that I giggled too. "That's it, princess, no more thoughts. You're a simple, little toy. You have simple, little thoughts."

I nodded in vapid agreement, as he guided me gently to my knees. When he brought his cock out, my entire world narrowed until all I saw, all I cared about, all I wanted was his cock. I stuck out my tongue and leaned foward, eyes wide and pleading.

"Hkock?" I asked, nearly choking on the word with my tongue out and drooling. I rested my head on his thigh and looked up at him with all the adoration and desperation I felt. "Hkock?"

When he slid his cock past my lips, my brain emptied completely. No thoughts at all. But that was okay. All that needed to be in my head was cock. And Master was taking care of that.

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Reblog if think trans people are neato

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“What are you reading?” “How about you?”

BEFORE SUNRISE (1995) dir. Richard Linklater

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