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[sissy4you2day]

No more lying, no more hiding. Let her know you've made more men cum than she has.

Where haven't you experienced another man's cum? He cum on your face, in your hair, in your mouth, on your back, on your soles, and deep inside your sissy pussy.

[travelingmaster-inspirations]

I blinked a few times as I felt myself 'wake up' and come back to the present.

The feeling was incredibly familiar and a quick look at my phone confirmed what I already knew. My texting app was opened and the last thing I sent into the conversation was a selfie I didn't remember taking. Considering the fact that I was relaxing on my balcony, I was glad that the compelled selfie I took of myself was so tame because really, it could have been MUCH more embarrassing.

That in itself was a little out of character so I decided to scroll up and smiled when I noticed that there were 3 more pictures I didn't remember sending him. All were from earlier in the day and just like the last one I sent, I had no memory of taking or sending them. I hadn't 'woken up' after I took them so I was completely oblivious to the fact that I had sent him a few nude pictures of myself as I got ready before breakfast.

Looking at my expressionless face, I couldn't help but still be fascinated with my impossible situation. I mean... With the exception of a few very strict rules, I'm mostly free to live my life as if my hypnotic subjugation had never happened. So far, I've kept my job and still see my friends on a regular basis, yet, I'm well aware that I'm only allowed all those things so the people around me don't catch on that, for the last few months, I've been my Master's helpless thrall.

I never even dreamed that something like this was even possible and thinking back on it now, it's probably why I felt no reservations when Master first approached me and asked if it was ok if he tried to hypnotize me. I remember thinking that he wasn't cute enough to warrant my attention, but since the evening hadn't turned out as fun as I had hoped, I decided to humor him thinking that if I played my cards right I would, at the very least, be able to squeeze out a few free drinks out of it.

I was fully committed to 'playing along' and listened intently to his words, however, I wasn't expecting his induction to actually work. The next thing I knew, the party was over and most of my friends were already gone because apparently, I had told them all not to wait for me. The notion that I had somehow lost a part of my evening didn't even register as an overwhelming need to leave the party washed over me. As I disappeared into the cool night air, I figured my evening fun was over so I made my way home. Only, once I was safely inside and I turned to walk into my living room, I found myself utterly confused because I wasn't at all inside my home.

My confusion didn't last for too long once I turned and noticed the man standing next to me. Suddenly, I remembered that I had agreed to go home with him and as I did, a powerful wave of arousal invaded every cell of my body. It didn't matter to me that I hadn't gone to the party to find myself a man to bed, all I cared about was that I wanted HIM with every carnal fiber of my body. After our first fevered kiss, my evening quickly became a blur of pleasure and blackouts. Of course at the time, I believed that my blackouts were a side effect of the intense orgasms he gave me. However, the reality I learned later on was that those pieces of missing time were actually trances.

When I left his place the next morning, all I knew was that I had an incredibly fun night with a quirky guy that fancied himself a hypnotist. I had no clue whatsoever that he had used every spare moment to drop me so he could repeatedly implant a special set of words that would place me right back into a deep obedient trance. But then again, even if I had been aware that he tranced me during our evening together, I would probably not even have been worried about it because I had no clue whatsoever that hypnosis could implant such long-lasting suggestions and triggers. 

Because you see, at the time, I still thought hypnosis was just a clever party trick with willing conspirators. With everything that has happened since then however, I'm well aware that hypnosis, when skillfully applied to a naive suggestible mind like mine, can completely re-write someone's mental landscape.

I'm not sure how many times he called to trance me, but by the time I found myself going back to his place, I was already calling him Master without realizing it. I remember feeling a little disappointed when he proposed to trance me instead of just enjoying ourselves, but since I was already feeling rather compliant, I didn't protest and played along as he 'officially' hypnotized me again.

I was much less disappointed when I woke up from that deep trance with one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced. He didn't let me enjoy it as much as I wished though because he sank me right back into trance before I could fully savor the aftermath of my pleasure. He repeated that process again and again as he pushed my mind back and forth between the heights of pleasure and the depths of trance. Even if it was unbearably confusing, I dove into the experience without realizing that it was actually a hypnosis technique that was meant to bring me deeper than I had gone before.

I was so out of it that it took me a long while to realize that the trance part of our evening was over and that the pleasure I was feeling wasn't due to his hypnotic play, but the powerful thrust of his cock as he fucked me back to reality. I was such an erotic confused mess that I completely submitted to whatever he wanted. He changed our position multiple times and I was just along for the ride. Heck, I didn't even complain when he decided to end our romp by having me suck him off even though I hated doing that with my lovers.

I just felt so utterly compliant and grateful that I wanted to do anything I could to return the favor. I've sucked his cock many times since then, but none of those times quite comes close to the euphoria I felt when he finally came in my mouth. In some strange way, even the pleasure I feel when we fuck isn't as profound as what I felt when I went down on him that first time.

My mind was so out of it that I didn't even consider the fact that I had never experienced such pleasures when I blew my lovers. It just... Didn't occur to me that he could use hypnosis in a way that would make the act of fellating him mildly addictive.

I left his place completely hooked on the pleasure I experienced so I went to him again and again. We continued to play with my mind in ways I couldn't understand, but deeply enjoyed. All the while, I unknowingly dove deeper into my submissiveness towards him as I found myself with a growing need to cater to his every desire.

Even when his increasingly specific desires included collars and slave-like role play, I didn't think anything of it and gave myself to the experience so I could somehow repay him for all the wonders he was showing me.

What finally tipped me off that it wasn't all role play was when I woke up from a particularly deep trance to find myself sitting at my kitchen table. It was disorienting to say the least, but what made it even more confusing was the piece of paper laid out in front of me. Before I could even look around to see where he was, I felt compelled to read its contents aloud. I was still somewhat dazed from the trance, so I didn't really care how or why I was doing it, however, as I finally understood the words I was speaking, I realized with a certain amount of shock that it was a list of rules.

MY rules...

For a confusing moment, I wondered if this wasn't just another part of his elaborate role play, but as I read each rule, I slowly realized that they were anything BUT role play. Some of the rules were clearly meant to be applied when I was with him, but a lot of them had no connection to our playtime at all and were clearly implied that he was claiming me as his true slave.

I was shocked that he assumed he could exert so much control over my daily life, but even so, with each rule I read, I felt my excitement and arousal grow at the thought of it. In fact, it grew so much that I could barely bring myself to read the last rule out loud without openly moaning. When I finally managed, I couldn't hold back anymore and came hard when I felt compelled to add that I would obey every single one of them.

Coming back down from that impossible release was like waking up from a dream. It was like I could finally truly see him for the first time. I watched him through seemingly new eyes as he confidently wrapped a collar around my neck and declared that I was his. That he owned me...

There was no spike of denial...

No troubled or worried thoughts...

All I felt in that moment of strange clarity was pleasure as I embraced the fact that our kinky role play had evolved into something very real. Every trance and command felt somehow different and more potent after that special evening. It’s like that list of rules had somehow erased the last traces of denial or resistance or whatever made me doubt the control he truly had over me. For example, he had wrapped a collar around my neck before, but when he did so after I came that night, I finally became aware of everything it meant.

I belonged to him… Mind, body and soul…

That’s become the first thought I have when I wake up in the morning and the last one to cradle me to sleep at night. There’s nothing I can do to change that simple fact, but then again, it’s definitely not something I WANT to change either.

I’m completely content to be his property and serve his every desire whenever he visits or compels me to go to him. I mean… It’s not like I have a choice either way, but I’ve found that it excites me to no end to know that with a few simple words or a snap of his fingers, he can send my mind away in it’s own little blissed out world while he implants new compulsions and triggers that I’ll obey as surely as if I was a computer executing a line of program.

Like right now…

I know he’s just tranced me and I can feel that he’s probably left instructions in my subconscious because I can feel this growing sense of unease as I calmly bask in the afternoon sun.

Does it mean he’s about to visit me?

Does it mean I’m about to go blank and walk myself to his apartment?

Or maybe it means that I’m about to do something else his creative kinky mind wants me to do in the confines of my apartment…

I’ll have no way to know exactly what he instructed me to do until I actually do. Well… To be more precise… I won’t know until he lets me remember!

If he ever does…

Regardless of what it might be, whenever he plays with me I get impossibly turned on and I can’t wait to feel all the rewards my enthrallment to him brings me…

[bhstoriesblog]

*COUGH COUGH*

"I swear sweetie I'm getting better. It's just like, a cold. I don't think I caught that silly bimbo virus."

*COUGH*

You were pretty sure your stepmom was faking the cough just to make her huge tits jiggle for you. She only did it when you were around and really put the emphasis on her chest with how little force the "cough" produced. You're also positive she did have the bimbo virus despite her denial. She looked half her age and along with her hair blonding and her plump lips, her tits were blowing up and she had stopped wearing bras.

Now she wasn't even trying to hide it as she eyed your crotch and instead of coughing into her fist she just held it up and pantomimed stroking a dick into her mouth while bouncing her lewd chest and biting her lip.

"I think my throat would feel better if I sucked your cock honey. Like make me choke on it like a total bimbo! Which I'm totes not!"

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[visioleaks]

@hotmilffeetforyou

Your wife gets all the attention at the bar. This attention turns you both. Makes you curious about the rest of the night.

[woodsmanwife]

So grateful. Did she help you, too?

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your characters like this

[selenasgirltiffany]

[velvetdependence]

Thank uuuuu all for 500 followers!!!! <3<3<3<3<3

[sissy4you2day]

Girlfriend was out of state for a bridal party so I had nothing to do except be horny. I had always wanted to just go to a gay bar and see what happened, so I found one a town over and went for drag night all by myself.

I almost left as I sat in the parking lot but forced myself to go to the entrance and go inside. I paid the cover to the bouncer and went in, sat at the bar and ordered a beer. And then another.

Finally someone came up to me, "Trying to prove you're straight drinking beer? How about I loosen you up with a Blowjob." Before I could say anything the bartender brought over a round of shooters called "Blowjobs" that had whipped cream on top. "Oh, you thought I meant something other than a shot? Why don't you come over and sit with us for the show, it's starting pretty soon." I followed him over to a table that had a few other guys sitting and laughing at some story I missed. "Oh, a newbie!" one of them said. He also made a joke about the beer I brought with me.

I sat next to the guy who bought me the shooter and shortly after the show started. There was glitter, loud music, and lights all over the place. As I watched, I felt a hand start stroking my leg. I looked and it was the guy that had brought me over. Looking at his face, there was no indication he was doing anything with his hand under the table. I just let it happen. I started to get hard as his hand slowly had gone higher and higher up my thigh. He started rubbing my erection through my jeans.

After the show he invited me back to his place for a nightcap. His condo was sophisticated and classy, if you ignored the obvious sex swing in the living room. He told me to relax, kick off my shoes, and anything else I may want to remove. I laughed and then felt him come behind me in an embrace. His hands caressed my stomach, then my legs, and then my crotch. He began to undo my belt, then my button and zipper.

He turned me around and started to kiss me deeply. I had never kissed a man before, the scruff of his beard felt strange on my freshly shaven face. He started removing his clothes and soon we were both completely nude, kissing on his couch, his larger-than-life cock pulsating on my leg.

"So, now what?" he asked. I admitted I often used anal toys and had always wanted to be fucked by a man. He smiled, "I'll be right back." He quickly returned with a bottle of lube and a condom. He began kissing again and he started fingering my hole with one finger and then two. "I'm ready."

He entered me slowly, then started picking up the rhythm. I began to let out an uncontrollable moan. Everything felt so right as I got lost in the moment. A man fully inside of me as he passionately kissed me.

[bhstoriesblog]

Of course I've been wearing my mask silly.

I think I would totes know if I caught like, the bimbo flu ya know?

I'm still smart an' stuff. Just my stupid tops started to shrink.

I already broke a cute top today that like, fit this morning.

Look how fat my huge titties look in this one.

I bet they'd totes swallow your cock.

We should try.

*snap*

[kirstydreamingmore]

[tfgalore]

It was easy to get Jason here into my jockification experiment. All I had to do was tell him that my audio files would help him get even bigger in the gym! The dumb hunk fell for it hook, line and sinker. I left out the other details of the experiment of course, letting him experience those when the time came.

The first few weeks were subtle whispers through his headphones whenever he was in the gym. It conditioned him to like the hypnosis more and more, until he was addicted to it. Soon, he’d even listen to the files during his day to day life. That’s when we could get into stage two.

The pills he ate with his food helped boost his energy in the gym. Jason definitely saw a huge increase in muscle mass. He seemed to be hitting new records with each gym session. There were a a few side effects, as with all drugs. But those seemed to be positive ones all around. Within a week of taking the drugs, Jason’s chest had gone from silky smooth to a jungle. His pits weren’t left out either, growing bushy pubes that would have made any gay guy weak. He got cockier top, a combination from the hormonal changes and mental hypnosis.

Through my hidden cameras in his apartment, I could see his libido had skyrocketed as well. Not only was he jerking off more, he was starting to spend longer hours in bed, doing nothing more than stroking and pumping away at his fat cock. That’s when a stroke of brilliance hit and I decided to alter the experiment just a bit. I added more Gooning hypnosis into his schedule, and within another week, I could simply snap my fingers and watch as Jason’s intelligence drain into his balls. He’d go dumb as a rock, tongue out and eyes crossed as his dick shoot full mast. I definitely had fun toying with him through the stages.

After just two months, Jason’s hypno programme was complete. Of course, he got what he wanted and become a total stud, complete with hair and stubble. But what I left out was that the end product was a simple minded and obedient drone to do my bidding. And boy, I had plans for this jock…

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[visioleaks]

[celeb-goddess]

There's a special kind of power you feel when you know you are the one who wears the pants in the relationship. Well... let's be real, any of you losers reading this don't know what I'm talking about. It's a power that has my boy toys begging me to fuck a better dick than they can provide. A power that gets their cocks nice and hard just thinking of the way a real man can make me scream. Don't worry, if you don't think that could be you just you wait, all my little gooners come around to turning into my little cucks sooner or later. Well anyways, I have to go, there's a hung stud waiting for me.