kichutes
kichutes
Kichutão
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58y. Male. Born and living in Brazil. Completely crazy about movies, hypnosis, and frozen/robotized girls wearing black Converse sneakers.
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kichutes · 5 hours ago
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His wife didn't suspect anything. He'd been dating another woman for months now. And together they'd turned his typically-frigid wife into their little porn star. 
She was even funding their getaway to the Maldives next week. Neither of them had anticipated how famous she'd get in such a short time. But it seemed there was a market for uptight housewives who'd been transformed into dumb little bimbos unknowingly.
He had even started to teach his girlfriend how to put his wife under. It amused him to think of how she'd react if she knew what was happening. 
A girl younger than her and with a body to die for. A girl she would've turned her nose up at for dressing like a slut and acting like a ditzy bimbo. And that girl now had all the control. 
His girlfriend had even sent his wife out to the shops in low-rise booty shorts and a crop top two sizes too small. 
His wife had been happy to submit, blank and docile, and he'd fucked his girlfriend to the sight of her leaving the house to obey. To the thought of the stares she'd get. The embarrassment. The control he had over her dignity and ego.
Fuck, he loved his wife. This had all been her idea; she simply no longer remembered. . .
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kichutes · 5 hours ago
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It's an old concept (Survivorship Bias), but explained here with a lot of heart-wrenching words
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kichutes · 6 hours ago
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The fact that this is 80 fucking years ago but still just as relevant is terrifying.
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kichutes · 2 days ago
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Baby Feel how much I want you I am so so needy for you ... tbt!
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kichutes · 2 days ago
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I get so fucking wet from the thought of being owned like an object
Getting no say about what is being done with and to my body is so fucking hot
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kichutes · 4 days ago
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I've been thinking about it somewhat recently, and I'd classify my general style of hypnotic domination, particularly when it comes to my partners, as "gentle, but absolute." I like having control over my toy, taking every part of their minds and making them into little more than tools to carry out my will. I want them to be completely mine, and I want them to know how absolutely controlled they are. I want them to feel my influence, my will in every fiber of their being, their every thought and action. I want them to consciously know in every waking moment that they're mine. But at the same time, I just want them to be happy. I don't want to use that control to change them, or anything of the sort. I'll put in triggers, toy with them, give them commands, turn off their thoughts so they become an empty little puppet for me to enjoy as I please, and sometimes that is just a matter of my own enjoyment, my own wants aligning with theirs, but it's primarily because I know they enjoy having that level of control exerted over them. I like doing it, and it makes them happy, which makes me enjoy it so much more. For the most part, I just want to have my voice in their mind, whispering how much I care about them, how wonderful they are and how happy they deserve to be. I want them to be under my control, I want them to feel my influence permeating their entire being, but I just want to use it to let them know how much I love them. That I want to be with them even when I'm not with them. I absolutely love heavier hypno stuff, it can be so fun, but most of the time I want to hypnotize one of my pets, it's just to hold their empty little head nice and tight against my chest and tell them over and over how perfect they are. To turn them into a devoted, clingy pet and have them follow me around without a single thought distracting them while I go about my day. To watch their eyes empty, and give them scritches and headpats and so many kisses right on their perfect, beautiful lips. To nuzzle into them and give them hypnocuddles, falling asleep with them in my arms and feeling the warmth of their still body against my own, knowing that I love them, that they love me, and that they can feel my love in every suggestion I give them. Hypnosis can be so romantic, and that's what I love about it the most.
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Sexy soles
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kichutes · 7 days ago
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Amouranth
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kichutes · 8 days ago
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Mind Trick
cw:hypnosis,arousal
You and your friend are sitting on their couch, watching TV and unwinding after a very tiring day. You've both had a ton of work to worry about, and they think the best remedy for that exhaustion is to destress on the couch for a bit, then try out the trigger they gave you the previous day.
It was a Jedi Mind Trick suggestion, one that makes you mindlessly agree with them any time they wave their hand front of your face. You thought it was a very nerdy thing to use during a hypnosis session, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't curious of its effects.
You wanted to chill out for a bit, but there had to be a better way to do that. The TV was very boring. It was that dumb cooking show your friend always watches. You couldn't stand it, it was like watching paint dry.
"Can you please change the channel? You know how much I hate this show" , you asked, in a tired, grumpy tone.
They waved their hand.
"But you love this show, hun, you always have!"
Your previous opinion began to fade from your head, swiped away by the hand authoritavely swaying in front of you.
That.. that was true. It had always been that way. What were you complaining about? You loved to watch cooking shows! They offered a very relaxing, and informative experience, and suddenly it became impossible to take your eyes off the screen.
You continued watching with your friend for a while, excited with your newfound knowledge of how to prepare Steak au Poivre. It wasn't until both of you spent a little time relaxing your muscles that they suggested doing something else.
"Hm, I've chilled out enough. I'm in the mood for something.. diferent. Are you horny, dear?" They looked at you as they quizzed you on your arousal.
On one hand, you were a bit aroused, and it was the perfect way to destress. But on the other, you were pretty tired, and it was much easier to sit and watch the show. You needed a push, if your friend wanted this very lazy evening to end differently.
They waved their hand.
"You're incredibly aroused"
This time, you repeated their words, doing so without resistance. "I'm incredibly aroused" , you replied, the mindless tone of your voice quickly erasing your previous opinions.
That.. that was true. It had always been like that. Your tired expression morphed from sleepy to unfathomably horny. The thoughts that occupied your mind changed, from ones of curling up on the couch to sexual fantasies of your tist. Your mind grew aroused.
You began to absent-mindedly touch yourself. Nothing major, of course, but just enough to keep yourself worked up. Your friend watched your sudden shift in personality, content with how easy it was to make you agree with them.
They waved their hand.
"Your mind is extremely fuzzy"
"My mmind... fuzzy...", you replied, not even a tiny ammount of hesitation in your voice.
That was true. Your mind could barely keep a coherent thought inside your head. You began to drool your thoughts away as you touched yourself, the only noises escaping your mouth being giggles and moans. You were too dizzy to care about not being understood.
They waved their hand.
"You are really needy. You need me to tell you what to do. What to think."
"N..needyyy....", your voice trailed off, unable to repeat anymore.
That was true. You got closer to them, still touching yourself as you looked into their eyes. Your moans turned into a chorus of needy words, your mind looping the same fantasies of being blanked by your dear pal. You were begging. You had to beg.
"Pleaseee uusee meee,, nneed uu to tell me whhat ddoo.. wahhat too thinkk.. pleasepleasepleasepleaseepleasee"
"Aww, good toy!", your tist responded, a smile forming on their face as they watched your pretty head break from the pleasure.
They waved their hand.
"You're blank."
That was true. You were blank. Your mind suddenly stopped, no longer thinking anything. You froze in place, awaiting commands. You needed to be told what to do. What to think. And your tist had some great ideas~
"I am blank.", you mindlessly replied.
And just like that, with a few waves of a hand, you were gone.
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kichutes · 9 days ago
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Look at her.
Look at her face.
So blank.
So docile.
You can hear her saying, “What are my orders Master?”
She obeys not because she wants to but because she needs to.
The concept of disobeying does not exist for her.
And that’s what you want too. You want a hypnotist to drop you so deep that you no longer can even think about disobedience.
The comforting words of your hypnotist. The embrace of the spiral. The warmth of the trance.
Eat her pussy in the middle of a busy grocery store?
“I hear and I obey Mistress” is your response as you drop to your knees and worship her.
“Let me see your tits,” he says while on the bus.
You pull your top down because you have no choice. “Your wish is my command Master.”
I’ve done this to you. I’ve hypnotized so you now look like her. You think like her. You obey like her.
Confess your fantasy, what do I make you do?
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kichutes · 11 days ago
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I do...
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