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The second session followed much as the first had. The headset went on, and your mind sank once again into relaxing colours, and sounds, and that voice that was so easy to follow. What you hadn’t expected was the pleasure. Gentle, warm pleasure, moving through your body.

It came with a promise. More pleasure. More bliss. It would explain how later. For now, you just had to feel the pleasure. It felt good to listen. And again, as you came up, you found yourself wishing to stay down in trance. This time, there were instructions.

They were simple. Just a request for a cup of tea. And that was – you wanted to be helpful. So, you made the researcher a cup of tea, as they specified. They accepted it with a smile, and told you to close the door on your way out. You did as they asked again.

By the fifth session, you were ready to learn. You craved more of the pleasure. And the voice let you know how to get more. All you had to do was obey. And that was easy, wasn’t it? Pleasure was so attainable. You just had to do what you were told.

The instructions at the end of this session started with you kneeling. You obeyed easily, and marvelled at the pleasure that rushed through you at doing what you were told. The researcher viewed you for a moment, seemingly satisfied, before dismissing you.

Another few sessions, and you were ready to leave the experiment, you had been a wonderful success for the programme. It felt good. You received your payment, and left. Returning to your everyday life. It was nice. Pleasant. But a part of you longed for more of that pleasure.

It was a few months later, when you received the phone call. That same voice. “Hello, test subject. Are you ready to obey?” It asked. You confirmed, and felt pleasure rushing through you. “Good. Listen to my instructions. This will bring you so much pleasure.”

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Urge to design an articulated paper snake lantern intensifies

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need to get fucked while high. everything being so foggy you couldn’t struggle even if you wanted to. mind so cloudy all you can focus on is the dick roughly shoving itself inside of your wet pussy. getting praised for each hit you take.

“good girl, just like that.”

“you can take a little more sweetheart.”

“come on baby, just one more hit.”

ending up acting like the brat you are, saying no after being told to take another. getting slapped around until you open your mouth for daddy, smoke immediately filling your lungs as he forces you to kiss him.

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I wanna be unknowingly given edibles soooo bad like bake some brownies and just smile as you watch me eat like 3 in a row cause you know im gonna get absolutely stupid in a little bit :3c

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“Tortoise opening the new science lab at the University of Lincoln”

(via)

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Black rosettes and thigh garters

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Sean Can Just Tell

"You know how with some women you can just tell?" Caryn was just about to ask Sean what he was talking about when his hand snaked out with lightning speed and gripped her long auburn hair right at the base of her ponytail. He wrapped it in his fist in a single smooth gesture and tugged it taut against his knuckles, not yanking or pulling but just letting her know that the entire motion of her head was completely and totally under his control. Caryn felt something melt inside her almost immediately, some hidden core of simpering weakness that had only been craving the opportunity to make itself known, and it must have been written all over her face because Sean gave her a playfully sadistic smile that sent a warm wet pulse of lust directly into Caryn's throbbing clit.

He chuckled. "See, that's what I'm talking about," he purred, smoothly and evenly lowering his arm until Caryn had no choice but to sink to her knees. "Some girls would protest what I'm doing right now, mewl and whine and scream and maybe even struggle a little. But you, honey… you felt that pull on your hair and you instantly understood, didn't you? You've always worn it that way because deep down you were just waiting for someone to use it as a leash, and now that it's happened your whole brain is just naturally slotting into the groove channeled out for it. You've been tamed, sweetie, and doesn't it feel good to finally know it?" Sean's free hand pulled her skirt and panties down, and the closest Caryn got to resistance was a brief and plaintive squeak of dismay.

Even that vanished into panting arousal when Sean forced her to crawl forward until she left the lower half of her outfit behind. "There's a good girl," he husked out, unbuckling his own belt and letting his trousers fall to the floor to reveal a cock grown magnificently hard with excitement over the ease of Caryn's subjugation. "You never really wanted to think for yourself anyway, did you? It feels so much nicer, so much simpler to just nod and agree and do what you're told," and Caryn couldn't pretend her clit didn't tingle with wild, helpless arousal when he forced her head to rock up and down in puppeteered acquiescence.

It wasn't just that he was so much stronger than she was, so readily capable of manipulating her body with constant tugs on her head that reminded Caryn just how vulnerable she was to that deliciously erotic flavor of pain. It was the underlying care behind each gesture and motion, the smooth beginning to each movement that didn't jerk her neck around or risk injury. Sean's control somehow felt loving and powerful at the same time, and that made her so wonderfully wet that even when he tore open her blouse in a single explosive yank, sending buttons flying everywhere, she didn't feel frightened even for a moment. Only weak and helpless and trembling with lust.

Sean finished stripping her naked, then reached back between her legs and inspected her cunt to confirm that it was every bit as slick and messy as he expected. "That's my obedient little slut," he murmured, teasing her until her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her eyes crossed in mindless ecstasy and she felt thoroughly mesmerized by the pleasure flowing through her. Then he led her off to his bedroom… and Caryn could feel her pussy leaking down her thighs as she crawled along behind him, led by her very own natural leash into her new place at her owner's feet.

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if you’re having a bad day, here’s a cute little marching band

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GO APOLLO GO

SIC 'EM

EVERYONE LEND HIM YOUR STRENGTH!

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nothing more disappointing than a shower with low water pressure. i don’t want to feel like a wet sad beast left out in the rain i want to be power washed.

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The Rise and Fall of Melody's Mind

"Mmmm, you're getting so fractionated, aren't you, babe?" Melody's only response was a soft, distant grunt of thoughtless agreement… and even just that vague, distracted sound served to remind her of how deeply and profoundly hypnotized she was right now. It made her wet, needy cunt clench tighter around Jack's cock as her hips rose and fell in a mindless, repetitive rhythm that kept fractionating her further, exactly the way Jack suggested it would--every time his cock slid out of her tight, hungry pussy her eyes began to refocus and she could see herself in the mirror beginning to emerge from trance, only to descend right back into thoughtless oblivion as she sank down once again onto his stiff prick.

"That's a good girl," Jack cooed, watching both Melody's face in the mirror and her lush, curvaceous ass. "Up and down and up and down, waking less with every rise and dropping deeper with every fall, fucking your brain into mush for Master just like you've been told…." His hand rested on one pale, jiggling butt-cheek, guiding her into that perfect lazy rhythm Melody knew from so many previous brainwashing sessions, and Melody heard herself grunt again in that same tone of mindless, unquestioning acceptance that told her she wasn't really thinking at all anymore about anything Jack told her. She was soaking it all up uncritically, like a dry sponge plunged into warm water, and anything he said when he had her blank and vulnerable like this simply became a part of her identity when she finally woke.

Not that Jack ever did anything too wicked with his power over his girlfriend. Melody was pretty sure he could wake her up believing that black was white and one plus one was eleven, but he was content to stick to the boundaries they'd negotiated back at the beginning of their relationship and focus his brainwashing on perfecting her suggestibility and submission. And for her part, Melody loved being programmed and conditioned so much that the slow, steady pace of their fucking had already built to an orgasm that seemed every bit as perpetual as her profound and helpless trance. "You're mine, pretty girl," Jack purred, "all mine, always," and just that blank, thoughtless grunt of agreement made her cum all over again.

As always at this point in her descent into fractionation, Melody began to lose herself slightly in contemplation of her own placid features; she could see the tiny muscles of her face relaxing into blank, expressionless ecstasy, leaving her with a tranquil look of beatific euphoria that never failed to convince her of her own total surrender to Jack's power over her. Seeing herself like that, completely devoid of will and thought and volition, only made Melody's cunt slicker and needier for her Master… and even though she couldn't translate that arousal into any additional urgency, her body trapped in that same languid pace of rising and falling that melted her mind so completely, she knew her pussy was absolutely drooling down Jack's jutting shaft.

Eventually, she heard his voice becoming hoarse and strained as the pleasure finally overwhelmed his willpower, and it made Melody whimper in one final culminating orgasm to realize that she couldn't remember even a little what he was saying to her when his self-control gave out and he came inside her. She only knew she'd accepted every word of it. And her total submission to his brainwashing gave her exactly the kind of potent, powerful submission Melody loved so very, very much.

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"what's 2+2?" the well-educated snow leopard: