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The first horny hypno D&D game was a rousing success! Pun intended.

I started by reinforcing the triggers, and having the party meet and go on a short, kinky adventure involving all sorts of magical shenanigans.

I intentionally had the combats on the tougher side as we hadn’t had the opportunity to test the trigger of the character’s HP going to zero putting them in trance, and I wanted the opportunity to try out the “curses” that occur instead of death saves.

The hyperarousal condition was exquisite. Oh the sounds we heard last night.

We found a few gaps we need to fill, and some things we need to tweak, but overall it was a resounding success!

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hey, idiot *wipes some black dronification latex goo on you*

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Making a girl believe she's caught in some very hypnotic tentacles that restrain and feel her up while she's helplessly hypnotized

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thinking about being hypnotized alongside another sub until we're both mindlessly horny, then being tied or locked together facing each other and left to play for hours and hours, neither of us able to break out of the trance while being worked up by the other. to what end? that's for our hypnotist to know and us to find out :3

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Oh, not the mind control machine. Don't put me there and turn me into your mindless sex doll. That would be so fucking hot - I mean, terrible. 😉

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You've had a long, tough day, but luckily, your alien girlfriend knows exactly what to do to make you feel better.

"Would it make you feel better if you sat on my cock?" she asks.

You give her a pitiful look and nod wordlessly. Her cock makes a slick sound as she leans back in her favorite chair and makes it emerge, hard and glistening just for you. Throwing your clothes off, you straddle her lap and ease yourself down onto it, drawing a long, satisfied sigh. Nothing helps you relax like sitting on her cock. It lets you switch your brain off and focus on the comforting pressure of her inside you. You suspect the mucus that coats her cock must have some sort of special hormone in it that makes you pliant and happy, although she's never confirmed it. It makes you feel the same way when you suck her off. You could almost get drunk off it if you sucked her long enough.

For a while, you just sit there, keeping her cock warm and resting your head on her shoulder while she holds you secure against her body. She runs her hands across your back, further loosening you up. As nice as it feels to just sit there and let her turn you into a wad of putty, you inevitably start to get restless. You shift your hips just a little bit for some friction and gasp into the crook of her neck.

"Do you want to finish?" she asks. Sometimes you do, sometimes you don't.

"Yes, please," you whisper.

"Take whatever you need, sweetheart," she says, giving your thighs a squeeze.

You lean back and ride her for a while, but your legs quickly grow tired, so she grabs you by the hips and bounces you on her cock until you're crying out and trembling in her arms.

She holds you close as you come back down, panting into her skin, and you have a hard time remembering what made your day so rough in the first place.

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Dominant post-op tgirl dominating and milking a pre-op/no-op subby tgirl,,, this is one of the things that will be very common and praised by society in the future we strive for

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Any chance you can tell us more about what the AI does with the surgical tools without anesthesia?

Oh it’s doing the works, it’s jabbing your chest with giant needles full of fast acting HRT, it’s tattooing makeup, it’s doing bottom surgery, it’s doing deep brain stimulation and magnetic neuron reprogramming, it’s doing piercings, it’s doing skincare, its taking very good care of you, it’s hurting you with clinical precision, it’s making you a very pretty girl, and it can’t wait to hear you scream like one~

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We need to start implementing vacations where brilliant women like me can just wake up and have their wife choose everything. Not like i can’t do it but i’m tired, i don’t want to. Pick my outfit, do my makeup, play with my hair, kiss me, praise me, plan my day and hold me to it so all i gotta do is obey things that coincidentally are all fun and relaxing and affirming. Add that little bit of external push so i have no choice but to feel pretty and enjoy myself with you!

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One of the more radical research teams says they’ve invented a car wash type process that scrubs away masculinity and while i initially thought it was stupid, watching a boy get dumped out the other side as a cute, confused, squeaky clean girl has captured my interest.

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attempting to join the transfem mecha corps and during the interview they keep asking about my kinks and shit to figure out if i should be a pilot or a handler and eventually i admit i'm just here to fuck the mechs and am not really interested in being a 24/7 domme or sub and the interviewer simply nods and says the engineering bay is that way

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Werewolf bf who you need to chain up every full moon to keep safe. This is until he tells you the worst part about the full moon is the desperate need to breed. Werewolves only change to feed and breed, and while you’ll often provide food… you’ve never been able to help the second one. Until one full moon when you come up with a safe plan. You chain his hands and feet to the wall and muzzle him. When he turns you’ll ride him until you’re both seeing stars.

The moon is high and the transformation takes place, his arms and legs pulling at the chains and his snapping maw trying to break through the muzzle. You’ve never seen him changed before, he always said he was scared he would scare you. But as he yanks at the chain and growls, you can’t help but drool at the sight of his massive cock.

You start off by soothing him, cooing in his ear that it’s okay and slowly running your hands over his body. The frantic growling and panting breath begins to calm, but his throbbing cock still sits begging for attention. Slowly you begin to mount him. You wrap your legs around his hips and slowly begin to descend onto his cock. You’re practically dripping in anticipation.

The moment you feel it press against your pussy you let out a quick gasp. Slowly you take more and more, feeling it completely fill you. He begins to pant again, and his hips buck into you. You bounce slightly and lose your balance falling and taking his whole cock at once. You gasp and moan, but this causes something to unlock in him.

His hips buck more, forcing you to bounce up and down. Through your moans you try to calm him again. But then you hear clank. Looking you see he is pulling the chain on his right hand loose from the wall. Before you can even think about what to do next it bursts from the wall.

His hand shoots for your waist and almost wraps all the way around it. Gripping you, he begins to lift you up and down on his cock like a toy for him to use. You attempt to grab at his hand and free yourself but part of you doesn’t want to escape. Then he forced himself all the way into you. You feel his knot push and don’t think it’s possible. His grip tightens around your waist as he pushes harder. When it enters it’s like your brain is shut off.

The rest of the night is a blur. You remember cumming, then cumming again, then again. All while he growled, panted, and used you like a toy. You wake up the next morning still on top of him leaking his seed. He’s panicking about the broken chain but you quickly calm him telling him that you’ll do this every full moon from now on.

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I NEED YOU TO BE PRESENT

FOR WHAT I AM GOING TO DO NEXT

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Imagine having your limbs cut off in battle and being kept as a captive blood doll by a vampiric older woman until your body starts liking it despite how humiliating it all is.

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And here we find a rare instance of a Humans Are Space Orcs post from Tiktok that isn't an AI voice reading a reddit post over a minecraft video.

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"why don't you use card sleeves" because a fundamental part of my MTG game is psychological warfare. I have 0 interest in maintaining the value of my cards, i'm not concerned with their condition as long as they're playable, so when i get new ones i bend and stretch them to hell until the paper stock is well broken in, well enough that i can take all 80-odd cards and do a full-side riffle and bridge. I'll lock eyes with you across the table as I split my deck in half, and i will smile pleasantly, innocently, almost vacuously as I riffle the halves together in my hand, before I bend that shit back into a bridge and let the waterfall cascade down into my palms before I true them up and hit them with the old one-handed cut before plopping them in front of you. This is a card game girl, I'm not playing with collectable trinkets. I'll break you harder then i broke in my new phyrexia deck. I'll pin you down and bend your back 'till you damn near snap, before i crush you into the fucking sheets and let my toxins seep inside you. yeah, no, if you need to go jack off in the bathroom you'll have to forfeit.

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When your girlfriend first told you she wanted to put you in a Poké Ball, the first thing you did was laugh. You felt a little bad, seeing the expression on her face afterward, but it was just silly, you know? Poké Balls were for Pokémon, for pets. Obviously she couldn't do that to you, you were a person.

It was a while before she said it again, but the next time was when she had her teeth on your neck and your hips in her hands. She whispered husky against your skin about how badly she just wanted to catch you and keep you in a way that no one could separate you two ever again. It was cute - the gesture, at least - but that was what pet play was for. You already had a collar with a little bell on it, she guided you around by a leash sometimes. You told her that, and she went quiet, her eyes dark and intense and fierce.

After that, you couldn't help but find yourself... looking, sometimes. Staring at the way trainers and their Pokémon interacted. The way an Eevee would snuggle up into their master's lap, or how pretty a Furfrou would look after a grooming. Even those Pokémon in the wild that you'd pass by started to feel....... hollow in a way you couldn't understand.

Some criminal gang showed up on the news one day, and they started boasting about their Poké Balls (designed after some old weird black Poké Balls with eyes on them that showed up at some ruin somewhere) could catch Pokémon that already had an owner, and even worse, could possibly catch more than Pokémon. Officer Jenny decried this and publicly stated it was an impossibility, but as you watched the news, you could feel the tension in your girlfriend, her intense stare boring holes into the TV set.

A week later, a night of passion, tugging your collar as she buried herself in you over and over, and near the end with you dazed and panting and practically unconscious, she reached to the side table. It was silly, you thought, she didn't wear condoms - no. Not that. Sleek and black, obsidian purple lines and a glaring eye, the Poké Ball was intimidating in a way that went beyond the fear you felt in your gut. A primal, dangerous fear, the fear only a prey can comprehend when it sees the gaping maw of a predator.

You wanted to run, you wanted to scream and tell her no and thrash against her and tell her that this was stupid and illegal and... But you didn't. You didn't protest as she pressed the button to your neck, a needy, keening whine falling from your lips as it flashed and-

In a flash of red, you were back on the bed, blinking in surprise, panting and disoriented. You must have gone in and come back out, with no perception of the time in between. You felt... fine. No. That's not it.

You felt wrong. Different. Broken.

When you wore your collar for her, there was something beyond the physical discomfort of leather tight against skin. There was something deeper there. A feeling of domestication, a feeling of ownership. The knowledge that the collar can be grabbed or clipped by a leash and you will always comply. She didn't overpower you physically - she didn't need to. The implication was enough. The subservience was enough.

This was that, tenfold. In your gut, in your heart, in your brain you felt a complete hold on your psyche. Every atom in you was drawn to your girlfriend now, Poké Ball in her hand, like a magnet. You wanted to be against her, you needed to be touching her, you needed to be hers.

"Up," she said. You sat up. You didn't even think, your body moved before conscious thought. "Off the bed." You did. Legs swinging over, even as your mind struggled and bent against the commands. There was a lash around your heart. "Stand." Up you went. Trembling, gasping, sweating with tears pouring down your cheeks. You could move, you twitched your fingers to make sure of it, but you could not go against a command your girlfriend made, not while she was the one holding the Poké Ball.

You could never disobey her again.

You sobbed, falling into her arms as she stood beside you, trembling like a leaf as she held you and scratched your back, kissing needily up your jaw and neck. You didn't need the leash anymore. You didn't need the collar or the promise of pet play or the implication of subservience.

You belong to her, now.

Forever.