hypnotizing them without them realizing. just laying together in bed, gently stroking their hair while we watch something together, feeling their breathing match mine, feeling them relax, their eyelids drooping.
moving them a little closer, whispering trancey words disguised as sweet nothings ‘you’re such a soft thing, so sleepy, so warm’ and ‘it’s so easy to relax like this, isn’t it?’
they go limp on me, a little puddle of drool collecting as I start groping them, one hand going to their mouth ‘suck.’ Just a simple order, them obeying without hesitation, and I praise them
one thing after another before I have them twitching without even being touched, babbling mantras and nonsense and drooling their brains out from their mouth and their warmth.
settling them back down, watching as they fall into a peaceful sleep, possibly not fully remembering the events prior
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I spoke with my hypnotist last night and suddenly felt very motivated to write this. Story is between two people with penises.
Finally home from work and I’m sitting down to a nutritious dinner of the world’s blandest curry when my phone chimes.
Nuh-uh! No way. I couldn’t care if the tenement building burst a pipe and the first floor was drowning. I do not enter work calls when I’m off the clock!
I glance at the caller and realize it isn’t work. It’s a name I don’t recognize, but I know it’s important. I take one last, flavorless bite of my curry and then pick up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hello, toy.”
A silk ribbon runs through my head. It wraps around my thoughts and ties them up in snug little knots. It drifts around my face, caressing my cheeks, blindfolding my eyes. It pours into my ears like warm honey. The ribbon is your voice, breathy, sweet, and slightly feminine lulling my mind into a foggy cloud of sleepy pleasure. I float along with your dreamy voice.
“And wide awake!”
Suddenly I’m in my bedroom, the mood lighting on and my phone pointed at me from the nightstand. I see myself in the camera screen, completely naked and gyrating my body like a stripper. My body just moves to its own beat while I gape at myself, unable to stop.
I guess I could stop. It just feels too good to stop.
“What are you doing toy?” Your voice comes from the phone.
“I’m doing a slow strip tease for you.” I say, smiling at how absurd this all feels.
“And it feels good?”
“Yes,” I say, a warm rush flooding through me. “It feels good.”
“Does it feel arousing?”
“Uhm…” I struggle to talk. I want to bite down on my lip and get my hands between my legs. “y-yeah…”
“Good…feeling it build…and build…and build…and DEEP SLEEP, going night-night, deeeep sleeeeep…”
My eyes slam shut and I barely have the time to steer myself to the bed before I collapse. The world disappears in a warm, dark blanket.
“Sleep and forget…”
I wake up at ten p.m. wondering how I got from the kitchen to the bedroom. What had even happened in the four hours since then? I stumble back into the kitchen and find my curry half eaten and cold.
And it had tasted so good, too.
I tidy up the kitchen and go to sleep. I must have been more tired than I thought.
The next day I’m up and scrambling to get dressed, get breakfast, and get out as fast I can when the phone chimes.
Dammit people! I’m not late yet. But I will be if you keep calling me, complaining about every loose nail in the building!
I look at my phone. There’s just a short text message from a number I don’t recognize, but I know it’s important. I open the message.
SHOWER TIME
I blink at the message and then chuckle.
Shower time? What did that even mean? I took a shower today.
I walk into the bathroom, placing the phone down on the sink.
Who just sends people messages telling them to take a shower?
I pull off my dress pants and unbutton my shirt before stripping off my underwear.
No way am I going to take another shower this morning. I’m about to head to work.
I turn on the warm water and am about to step into the shower when the phone rings. I pick it up. I don’t know the number but I’m sure it’s important.
“Hello?”
“Hello, toy”
I’m floating naked on a warm sea, drifting in and out with the tide. The tide pushes me forward and back, spins me around like a pinwheel, lifts me and washes over me. I’m at the tide’s mercy. The tide is your voice. I’m drifting in and out on waves of your silky, dark voice. Your voice that is wrapping around me like a snake, squeezing, pulsing, throbbing, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of a huge crashing wave. My body lifts up with the crescendo, teetering on the top, so close to brimming over…so close…
CRASH!!
“And wake up!”
I shake my head, feeling a burst of light, feathery endorphins flood my body. I’m naked in the shower with my hand wrapped around my cock, hot gluey cum drenched around my fist and shaft.
“How do you feel, toy?” You say over the phone’s speaker from the edge of the sink where my phone had been recording my every move. When did I set it up like that?
“Uh…I feel…good…confused, but really…uhm…nice…” I don’t know why it’s so hard to string words together.
“I’ll bet you feel nice. After you came like that.”
I frown, confused. “Came?”
“That’s right,” you say with your soft, soft voice. “You love to cum for me. You love to cum to me. Just like you’ll love coming to me after work today.”
“Uh…a-after work?” I thought I made plans after work.
“After work,” you say confidently. “Now, sleep! Get dressed and go to work.”
The next thing I remember, I’m parking my car in my space outside the tenement building. Did I just drive here? I reach down and grab my to-go coffee from the cup holder. I have no memory of ordering it, but I’m glad I did. My head feels fuzzy and light. I’m gonna need some caffeine before everyone thinks I showed up to work stoned out of my mind.
The day drudges on. Deal with the renovators in unit 5. Schedule the landscapers. Review new zoning ordinances A47-F95. If one more tenant complains about the noise I swear I’m going to smash something.
Finally it’s five o’clock and I’m done for the weekend. Time to go home, shower, and meet up with Jeff so he can hook me up with his pretty co-worker he was telling me about. I’m about to start my car when the phone rings.
Jesus Christ! If Mrs. Noyer is trying to get me to fix her freaking air conditioner again, I’m going to take a torch to the whole goddam building!
I peek at my phone. Do I even know this contact? Whoever it is must be important.
“Hello?”
“Hello, toy. I want you full attention.”
I sit quietly in my car, your voice seeping into every crevice of my brain, making me feel so wonderful…
Calm…
Docile…
Focused…
“Yes. You have my full attention,” I drone.
“Good. I want you to cancel any plans you have for tonight. I want you to immediately drive to my house. I want you to come to me. You love to come to me. You will come to me when I hang up the phone. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I want to come to you.”
It made so much sense.
“Good toy.” The phone went dead.
I blinked, wondering who I was just talking to. It didn’t’ matter. I had to call Jeff and tell him I couldn’t make it out to tonight. I make my case quick and to the point. He doesn’t seem too happy about it, but I insist that something important came up. Maybe another time.
I hang up and begin to drive down the main boulevard. I stare ahead, mechanically making the turns but not understanding why. The more I try to think about where I’m going the harder it is to think. The harder it gets between my legs. I sneak a hand to my pants and open my fly, letting my package flop out, rubbing against the rough fabric of my seatbelt.
I’m getting closer. The closer I get the more excited I become. My hand teases and strokes my dick as my other hand steers me closer and closer.
I’m coming closer. I want to come closer. I want to come. Closer…closer…
I pull into a driveway, my cock at full mast and close to exploding all over my stomach. I take a deep breath and shove it back down my pants, wincing as the sensation nearly tips me over the edge. I wait a second or two before I can comfortably get out of my car. I love coming here to you.
I knock on the door and you open it, standing in the threshold in your silk robe giving me a smug look. I look straight up at your eyes. All I see are two beautiful spirals putting my thoughts to sleep as my body swoons with pleasure.
“Hello, toy.”
Your voice surrounds me like a warm embrace, rocking me back and forth, lulling me into dreamland. I let your voice pull my feet and move my body. I don’t know where I’m going, I don’t care. I’m floating through a purple cloud of trancey pleasure, my body and mind under your command. I feel warm water run down my body, soft hands kneading into my back and shoulders. I’m a blank vessel filled to the brim with sleepy, heady bliss.
Your voice swirls through my head, directing my body. It wraps me up in spider’s silk. Something warm and hard is wagging in front of my face.
Yes. It would feel good to put it in my mouth.
Yes. I can feel something wonderful between my legs.
Yes. I will obey anything your voice says.
“And wake up!”
I blink, vaguely surprised to feel your hard cock in my mouth. My one hand is squeezing your base while the other is furiously stroking my dick. I’m so confused, overwhelmed, and intensely turned on.
“Don’t you love cumming for me?” you say.
I mumbled from around your cock as I feel something begin to swell and pulse in my mouth. A burst of warm, sticky fluid coats my mouth and wall of pleasure presses against my mind.
“Cum for me. Cum to me.”
An orgasm crashes on top of me and I’m spurting jet after jet of cum onto your floor and the leg of the couch. My balls dance as I empty myself while you shoot a load in my mouth. I can barely believe this is happening, but the fireworks going off in my head make me realize I don’t care! It just feels to good to care! It feels too good to refuse! It feels so, so good to cum for you.
The orgasm passes through both of us and I’m left in a hazy, twinkling fog until your hand cups my chin and brings me back to look into your spiraling eyes.
“We’re going to have such a fun weekend together. But right now, you should just sleep and forget.”
I try for a second to keep my eyes open, but it’s no use. I tumble into a deep, sound sleep, my head resting on your soft thighs, dreaming of our weekend together.
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it is as if the subject becomes simply a body. still, unmoving, almost like an object, but experiencing sensation quite vividly. you can feel their heartbeat, their breathing, all of those other little changes and reactions that they physically cannot stop. those subtle hints of enjoyment, even excitement, barely noticeable through their relaxation, through the haze. you can appreciate the way the muscles feel when they've released all of their tension, the heaviness of the limbs as they go limp. you can feel the way warmth floods through them.
if you allow them to speak, you can direct them to speak only in a slow, quiet, drowsy, distant voice. they might sound very nice that way. there might be some words that feel particularly right leaving their mouth. some words that you feel they're meant to say. it only takes a little gentle encouragement, and they'll repeat it for you quite beautifully.
he poured the fresh coffee into the cup in front of them, paying close attention to the amount he would fill it.
"why are you doing mine first?" they asked gently.
the question caught him off guard, and he spilled a bit, stopping to wipe it up. he wasn't sure why it surprised him so much.
"it's just polite, i guess." there was enough coffee, so he added a bit of milk and sugar, the ratio he knew they liked, and stirred it.
they smiled, and he had the feeling that there was something he was missing. "thank you."
he continued to stare at them for a moment.
"you aren't going to pour your own now?" they asked.
"i... i'm going to in a second."
"and why are you waiting?"
he hadn't even thought about it, but upon being asked, he realized the answer. "i'm... waiting for you to try it, to see if there's anything i need to add."
"that's very interesting," they said, finally picking up the cup, an action which gave him a surprising amount of relief. "that goes a bit beyond basic manners, doesn't it?"
he could only think that he wanted them to drink it. "i guess."
they still hadn't sipped it, hovering it near their mouth as they spoke. "you're not aware of how strange you're acting?"
he didn't feel like he'd done anything strange. the only thing that was strange was his own feelings.
they finally drank some, and he relaxed, noticing the tension he had been holding a moment ago.
"that's perfect," they said.
"i'm glad," he responded, finally pouring his own. "i'm really glad..." he mumbled.
it wasn't as if they were picky, or that he didn't expect them to like it, or even that he expected them to complain if he did mess something up. they hadn't even asked him to fix their coffee for them in the first place.
he paused in the middle of stirring his own coffee, feeling a tingle in the back of his neck.
he looked up at them again. "i don't remember you asking me to do this."
"to do what?" they asked, clearly feigning innocence.
an odd sense of embarrassment flooded through him. "to serve you coffee."
"that's a very interesting way of wording it. to say that you don't remember me asking you. you're assuming i did?"
"maybe it was more that you told me to..."
they took another sip. he still found himself trying to gauge their enjoyment of it.
"isn't it nice?" they asked. "having a routine to follow in the morning? it's a good way to prepare yourself for the rest of the day. i wonder what sort of day you prepare yourself for, when you start by serving someone else?"
his face was warm.
"i wonder what other sorts of habits you might pick up," they continued, "without really thinking about it."
his whole body was warm.
"but, you're still a bit sleepy this early in the morning, aren't you? why don't you have your own coffee, and wake up?"
he took a sip, and the drowsy, foggy feeling vanished.
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he already knew what they were going to do. this was exactly the kind of casual, friendly gathering they had been waiting for.
his heartbeat was fast as he approached them. even if he had indulged them, session after session, more times than he could count, at this point... he wasn't sure exactly how he would react in front of other people, in front of his friends.
"what is it?" he asked with annoyance, as if he didn't already know.
"just telling everyone about my little party trick."
they knew that wording would piss him off. "so it's your trick, is it?"
their face was smug as they turned to face him. "you really want more credit?" they murmured. "i can give you credit."
he realized what they meant a second too late, his face flushing as they turned back to his friends.
"he's a good subject," they said, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "it might not be fair to say it's all me."
"well, it's--" he had no idea what to say. "i mean, you- a lot of it is you, it's just..."
"it's really more like jim's trick. he's the one who's been trained."
embarrassment flooded through his entire being. "okay, it's- that's not- just because i let you hypnotize me sometimes, that doesn't mean-"
snap.
"sleep," they whispered into his ear.
their body shifted, in a quick, smooth motion, their other arm reaching in front of his body to catch him as he slumped forward.
he could hear his friends gasp.
"good," time murmured. "that's right. back on your feet. still nice and deep for me." they guided him upright. "see? he can fall into trance just like that. it took a lot of practice for him to do it that quickly and automatically. but now it's so automatic, he can't even try to fight it."
they gently rubbed the back of his neck as they spoke, sending tingles down his spine.
"that's crazy," he heard someone say. "i thought you were just fucking with us."
"if it was anyone but jim, i wouldn't believe you."
"that's exactly why i wanted to use jim for this," time replied. "you know he's not just acting."
to use him for this. they were talking about him like he was an object.
they were still stroking the back of his neck, a continuous signal to go deeper, to feel weaker. even now, as he considered the idea of resisting, it felt almost like a kind of drug running through him, numbing his thoughts, his body, his will. it felt more real than it really should have, considering it was something he didn't really believe in. these were all the kinds of exaggerated, dramatic ideas of control that time had suggested to him, just because they could. ideas that even they didn't believe in. this was all an act, a game, and a joke.
but he felt it. it was happening.
"that's not all he can do," they said. "he'll do anything i say now."
it wasn't true. he didn't like the idea of presenting hypnosis that way.
still, the words felt good in his head. his body pulsed with an unmistakeable feeling of arousal. he wanted to do anything they said. to be such a perfect subject that it looked exactly like mind control.
"so he really can't resist?"
"he can't. he won't even be able to resist if i wake him up again and bring him down slowly. here, i'll show you."
snap.
"wake."
the embarrassment came back. with his eyes open, he could see how intently everyone was watching him.
"you really can't resist?" shark asked him.
"i-" there wasn't a good answer to that question. "i mean, i could. i can, but-"
their hand was on the back of his neck again. they weren't rubbing it, but he could feel the pressure.
"but it just feels so good to listen, doesn't it, jim?" they spoke a bit more slowly, almost seductively.
he shuddered. he couldn't help it. he was sure everyone could see.
"doesn't it?" they repeated.
they wanted an answer. "it does," he said, before he could think about it.
his face must have been bright red. "it's- it's just- i'm just used to it," he said quickly. "it isn't that i actually can't resist, it's just..."
"that's enough," they said. "you can just listen now."
his mouth shut.
"see? does it look like he can resist?"
he really didn't feel as if he could say anything.
"just look at him. you'll see how it just happens." their voice softened again, their finger just barely rubbing against the back of his neck. "he just sinks... his eyes start to glaze over... his shoulders sink... he can't fight it. i don't even have to tell him directly... my voice is just pulling him down... bit by bit... until his eyelids get heavy... so heavy... look, he's still trying to keep them open, but you can tell how heavy they are. you can tell how sleepy he is... so sleepy... so sleepy."
his eyes closed, a sigh almost escaping his lips.
they pet his hair. "good. very good. that's right. you're such a good subject, aren't you?"
it must have looked creepy to his friends, but it felt unbelievably good.
"he'll do anything." they grabbed one of his hands, running their fingers along his. "just let me pose you."
he allowed them to move his arms and push on his fingers, remaining motionless with his hands up in peace signs.
"hold on, can i take a picture of this?"
"go ahead. he won't stop you."
he still didn't move. he couldn't even bring himself to feel particularly self conscious about it.
"can you make him do the like, heart? like this?"
"yeah, sure." they touched his hands again, manually moving and bending his fingers, and pushing his hands closer together.
he was being played with.
"good," they murmured near his ear. "you're doing good. you can't resist."
he wanted to do this forever.
"you can just let go now. you don't have to hold your arms up anymore."
they fell to his sides.
"there's some more impressive stuff i can do with him, too." they pulled his wrists behind his back. "see, if i just motion like i'm tying his hands together..."
he felt it.
"that's right... i'm tying them together... just tight enough that you can't pull them apart... feel the rope against your skin... feel that little bit of pressure..."
it didn't quite feel like actual rope, but he could feel it.
"that's right. now, i'll turn him around so you can see." he was facing away from his friends now. "try to pull them apart."
he didn't try particularly hard, a small, distant part of him worried about ruining it.
"they won't come apart. come on."
he pulled a bit more, but they didn't separate.
"he'll try a little harder if i wake him up." they moved back to his ear. "it'll only feel more real when you're awake. it'll feel tighter the more you pull on it. you really won't be able to pull them apart."
snap.
"wake."
he felt self conscious about having his back to the crowd. he turned his head to look at them, although seeing everyone only made it worse.
"come on, jim. pull your wrists apart. you can see there's nothing actually tying them together."
he hesitated to even try, even as they goaded him to.
"you don't feel silly keeping your hands together like that? you said you can resist, right?"
reluctantly, he pulled.
he could already feel it tighten.
he pulled again in disbelief, a bit harder, finding that it was difficult to move his hands at all.
he pulled more, trying to change the position of his hands, as if he could break or wiggle out of it if he just moved the right way - but he was just struggling against imaginary rope. there was nothing there.
a couple of people laughed.
"he really can't do it," time said. "you can tell he's really trying now."
"i'm not- i could try harder," he said.
he figured he had nothing to lose - he tried, he really tried, putting in an amount of effort that he was sure would break the illusion.
but his wrists still didn't separate. they hardly budged at all.
his eyes widened, his mind going blank for a moment, his heart pounding.
"come on. try your hardest."
he did. he didn't feel as if he was holding back. he was trying. it just wasn't happening.
"is that it?" they asked. "you can't do it?"
"i... i really can't," he mumbled.
"he said it himself."
"i actually can't," he repeated. it was embarrassing to admit, but he was too mystified by it to even think much about that.
"you can stop trying," they said. "you'll just have to wait for me to untie you."
he felt helpless, even while he was awake. he had never tried so hard to resist and still failed. had he really been that well conditioned? how was that even possible?
and people were watching him.
not to mention that the thing being demonstrated was hypnotic bondage. it was hard not to think about the implications, the things someone could presumably do to him using this.
snap.
"sleep."
he sank deeply, finding the relaxation sort of merciful.
"let me just pull this apart..." they mimed untying him. "there. you're free now."
his wrists came apart with ease, and his arms were at his sides again. they turned him back around.
"good. very good." he still couldn't help but melt at their praise. "but there's still something even better than all of that."
it was directed at his friends, but he could feel his own anticipation.
"i can take his memories."
he was already at the point where the phrasing didn't bother him, where he could almost believe that they were capable of taking his memories, rather than just directing him to forget using a process they taught him.
"i can make him forget all the stuff i just did with him."
he wondered if that was really true.
they leaned close to his ear again, stroking his neck with their finger. "it's alright to forget. it's natural to forget."
his body tingled.
"i'm pulling those memories away... pulling them away from you... you can just let them go. you can let me take them. normally, you keep such a tight grip on them... the way you'd hold onto something with your hand... that's right... making a fist... hold it up..."
he did so almost automatically.
"you keep such a tight grip on them... too tight... too tense... it's tiring... you just want to relax. you need to relax." they held his hand in their own. "it's tiring, holding onto those memories... clenching down like that..." their thumb rubbed his closed fingers. "just let them go... let me take them... relax..."
his grip loosened a bit, and they began to gently pry his fingers open, bit by bit, as they continued cooing at him.
"that's good... that's right... and as you let go... as you loosen your grip... you're letting go of those memories... of everything that happened since i called you over here during this gathering... letting go... giving them to me... letting me take them... all of them..."
he couldn't stop them from opening his hand. everything was slipping away from him, becoming quiet, blank, distant.
"and as you give me those memories... you become empty... empty like your hand... ready to accept what i give you. i'll tell you exactly what to think. i'll fill in the blanks for you. i'll give you something else to hold onto when you wake up. you'll like it. it will feel right."
he felt completely open.
"that's right. when you wake up, and you feel a little tired, blinking your eyes, you'll realize that you were just resting them a bit. your eyes just felt tired. we were having a conversation here, and you zoned out for a minute. you weren't really paying attention. but that's alright. just let me put this in your hand... and slowly close it... accept it... hold onto it. and once your hand is closed, you'll be ready to wake up."
his fingers curled, in a strange, jerky and inconsistent sort of motion, until his hand was closed.
snap.
"wake."
jim rubbed his eyes. he wondered if he was getting a migraine, or if he didn't sleep well enough the night before. sometimes gatherings like this were tiring, anyway. he hadn't been paying attention to whatever his friends had been talking about, although there seemed to be a lull in the conversation, because they were quiet now.
they were all looking at him. maybe they were concerned, or they noticed he wasn't talking.
"sorry, i just... i'm just kind of tired. what were we talking about?"
"you're kidding me," shark said.
"i just kind of zoned out. i wasn't trying to ignore you."
no one said anything.
"did i miss something important? or... i really am fine, i'm just kind of tired. if you could just tell me what you were..."
"we were just talking about hypnosis," time said. "so it's kind of funny that you zoned out like that."
"it wasn't because of that. i really wasn't paying attention."
"no, i believe you," they said. "you wouldn't just slip like that when we're casually talking about it. you're supposed to save that for the demonstration."
his heart pounded. "we're not really going to do that, are we?"
"well, how about this," they said. "i'll use some really simple hypnotic language, and if you start to fall into trance, that means you're ready for it. if you don't want to do it, you can just resist. i won't even tell you to sleep or give you any kind of direct commands."
he felt strangely susceptible already. he didn't think he was in a state of mind where he could resist.
still, he didn't really want to say that in front of everyone. "alright," he said quietly.
"good," they said, getting closer to him. "i know you're extra suggestible right now, jim," they whispered.
he shivered and twitched almost immediately.
"that's not- you said you'd just-"
"just relax. it's alright. just relax..."
he responded more quickly than he expected.
"yeah, there you go... see? you're not even that nervous about being watched, are you? you don't mind if everyone sees you get hypnotized."
he supposed he was a little less nervous than he would have expected to be.
he felt strange in general.
"you want to be a good subject for everyone. it feels good. it feels natural."
now that they mentioned it, it did feel natural. maybe it was because of all of the training they had done with him.
"they love to see it. look. we haven't even done anything yet, and they're already impressed with you."
a chill ran down his spine. his friends were looking at him as if something had already happened. they weren't reacting the way they should have.
"you can just relax. you don't have to think about it." another whisper. "you don't have to think about the fact that something feels wrong about this."
shudder.
"what am i missing?" he asked.
"you're not missing anything," they murmured.
it felt a bit unsettling to relax so quickly at their words, when he knew they were lying and keeping something from him.
"that's right... you're slipping into trance again... so easily..."
"i'm not..." he could barely think, let alone speak. "what is..."
"shh," they whispered. "keep your eyes open, just enough to see. you're in a trance, but your eyes are open."
he wasn't sure what the point was, but he obeyed.
"shark, show him the picture."
he wondered why they were involved in this.
they tapped something on their phone, then turned it toward jim, putting it in front of his face.
a picture of himself, in their camera roll, from that same day, being posed while in a trance.
he didn't remember it, but he immediately understood what it meant.
"that's right," time said quietly to him. "you've already been such a good subject. you don't even know what they've already seen, or how long we've been doing this for, do you?"
he didn't.
"well, you don't really need to know." they stroked the back of his neck. "do you?"
"i- i want to know," he mumbled.
"maybe i'll give your memories back to you later," they said. "see? he really can't resist. he wants to know, but he still doesn't."
he knew they would give it back later, but in that moment, he was helpless.
"tell everyone how you can't resist, jim."
"i can't resist..." it slipped out more naturally than he expected.
i just love boys who are just too eager to be my good boy. willing to abandon all his ego and pride, stripped to be the representation of desperation and willing to do anything just for my pleasure and amusement, embarrassing himself almost shamelessly just for me. how pathetic cute <3
They're not weaker or less of a dom for any of it. They're humans, too, not just Doms. And the fact that people genuinely think otherwise is kind of weird to me.
I don't think folks like @jukeboxemcsa and @hypnopum get enough credit for the absolute service they do for the community.
If you're anything like me and my partners then a week will not go by without someone sharing a link to one of their daily prose with a "Please?? 🥺" or a "I think we could work with this..."
Constantly updating little peaks into scenes that inspire and tantalize are so useful because they let us have a quick sample of what a scene could feel like and share it with a quick "wanna try?" and that kind of inspiration and sharing of ideas is VITAL to keep kink alive, healthy and fun.
Heaven knows I've taken prose and spun scenes from the little seeds that they left in me.
And if you're not doing that kind of link sharing, I HIGHLY recommend it. It's VERY good.
i love free use/group sex fantasies, where you’re nothing but a communal toy with no owner for anyone to use, but can we talk about how much hotter it is to practically be on loan by your partner?
your dom handing you out to whoever they choose, watching as you eagerly take cock after cock just because they let others use you. not letting anyone else call you “their pet,” “their toy,” “their slut.” you are a toy, but you only belong to them.
praise being sent to your dom instead of you, saying how they trained you well and that they should be proud of how good you are at taking cock. your dom setting rules for those who use you — like no cumming inside, no marks, etc. just to remind everyone that no one else will get to own you like they do.
and at the end of the day, no matter how many people you have inside you, how many people get off on you, you’ll go home with them and know you’ll always be their toy, their plaything, only theirs to give away.
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getting you all high and relaxed, encouraging you to take hit after hit until you're a doped out mess who doesn't even realise my hand creeping into your boxers
Filling your mind with programming every day that starts breaking you down, helping you slowly realize that you're not meant to be anything but a slave. It starts feeling more and more natural to kneel, beg, worship, until you can't remember ever having been your own person.
After all, who would look at someone as willingly broken as you and not see a plaything meant for the entertainment and service of others?
