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“that’s okay, sweetheart. we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. we’ll go at your pace. completely at your pace.” reaching for your hand. holding it gently. “okay?”

you nodding. squeezing my hand. “okay… i want to. i’m just nervous.” “i know, baby. that’s completely normal. come here.”

pulling you closer. just holding you at first. arms around you. letting you settle. feel safe. your head on my shoulder. both of us just breathing together. feeling your heart racing. “take all the time you need, sweetheart.”

after a few minutes, feeling you relax slightly. “can i kiss you?” asking softly. you pulling back to look at me. eyes searching mine. then nodding. “yes…”

leaning in slowly. giving you time to change your mind. kissing you so gently. barely any pressure. just lips on lips. soft. sweet. careful. you kissing back tentatively. learning. figuring out how our mouths fit together.

pulling back after a moment. “was that okay?” you nodding. a small smile appearing. “yeah… that was nice…” “good. can i do it again?” you smiling more now. less nervous. “yes. please.”

kissing you again. a little longer this time. a little deeper. hand coming to your face. cupping your cheek. thumb stroking gently. you leaning into the touch. eyes closing.

continuing to kiss. slow. patient. no rush anywhere. just learning each other’s mouths. the way you taste. the way you respond. your hands staying in your lap at first. unsure where to put them.

pulling back slightly. lips barely apart. “you can touch me too, baby. anywhere you’re comfortable.” you hesitating. looking at my shoulders. my arms. then slowly bringing your hands up. resting them on my shoulders. testing.

“that’s perfect. just like that.” kissing you again. your hands gripping slightly. holding on. getting more comfortable with each kiss. learning that touching is okay. that i want you to touch me.

my other hand sliding to your waist. over your shirt. just resting there. feeling you tense slightly under my palm. pulling back from the kiss. “still okay?” you nodding quickly. “yes… keep going…”

continuing to kiss. hand on your waist staying completely still. just letting you get used to the feeling. the weight of it. the warmth. eventually sliding up slightly. barely. your side. your ribs. all over clothes. nothing too much. nothing too fast.

you relaxing more with each minute. each kiss. hands moving from my shoulders to my neck. fingers hesitant at first. then playing with my hair slightly. getting braver. exploring. me smiling into the kiss. loving how you’re opening up.

pulling back to look at you. “you’re doing so well, baby. so perfect.” you blushing. looking down. “really?” “really, sweetheart. you’re a natural.”

kissing you again. deeper now. tongue barely touching your bottom lip. asking permission without words. you opening for me. letting me in. our tongues meeting. gentle. soft. you making a small surprised sound. then leaning in more. wanting more.

both hands on your waist now. pulling you closer. you coming willingly. pressing against me. still fully clothed but closer. more intimate. feeling your warmth through layers of fabric.

hands sliding up your back. slow. deliberate. feeling you through your shirt. the curve of your spine. you arching slightly. responding. hands in my hair now. gripping. holding me to you.

kissing for a long while like that. just exploring. learning. heavy breathing between kisses. small sounds escaping both of us. hands roaming over clothes. your back. your sides. your hips. your waist.

eventually sliding one hand to your thigh. over your jeans. just resting there. you tensing for a second. breath catching. then slowly relaxing. trusting. hand still in my hair tightening slightly.

pulling back from kissing. looking at you. making sure. “still good?” you breathing hard. lips swollen from kissing. pupils dilated. “yes… really good…” “you tell me if anything is too much, okay? anything at all.” “okay… i promise.”

kissing your jaw now. your neck. soft kisses. you tilting your head. giving me access. learning to respond to what feels good. hand on your thigh squeezing gently. you gasping at the sensation.

other hand sliding higher on your back. to your ribs. thumb barely brushing the underside of your breast. over your shirt still. testing. seeing how you respond. you not stopping me. breathing harder. pressing closer.

continuing to kiss your neck. finding that spot that makes you moan. hand moving more deliberately now. cupping your breast over your shirt. gentle. careful. you moaning softly. unexpectedly. “is this okay, baby?” “yes… don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

touching you like that. over clothes. learning your body. what makes you gasp. what makes you press closer. what makes those small sounds escape. hand on your thigh sliding higher. to your hip. your waist.

“can i…” pausing. “can i pull you onto my lap?” you nodding immediately. wanting to be closer. me helping you. guiding you. you straddling me now. both still fully clothed. just closer. more intimate.

kissing again. hands on your hips. your waist. your back. feeling you everywhere i can. you grinding down slightly. instinctively. then stopping immediately. embarrassed. pulling back. “i’m sorry…”

“hey, no. it’s okay, baby. that’s normal. that means it feels good. you don’t have to apologize.” you biting your lip. “it does… it feels really good…” “then keep doing it. move however feels good. there’s no wrong way.”

you grinding again. slow. me holding your hips. guiding gently. “that’s perfect, sweetheart. just like that.”

kissing while you move. slow rolls of your hips. learning. exploring. hands sliding up your back. under your shirt now. touching skin for the first time. you gasping into my mouth. breaking the kiss. “oh…”

“is this okay?” hands on your bare back. warm skin under my palms. you nodding. eyes closed. “yes… your hands feel so good…” continuing to touch. exploring. learning your skin. your body. what makes you shiver.

you grinding more now. more confident. finding a rhythm. hands in my hair. on my shoulders. my neck. learning how to touch me too. both breathing hard.

making out like that for a while. touching over and under clothes. building slowly. you getting more comfortable. more confident. more desperate.

“do you want to keep going?” asking between kisses. giving you an out. “or is this enough for tonight?” you pulling back. thinking. looking at me. “i want to keep going… if that’s okay…” “of course it’s okay, baby. whatever you want. we’ll go as slow as you need.”

“can we… can you…” struggling to find words. “what do you need, sweetheart?” “can you touch me? like… actually touch me?” “you mean…?” gesturing between your legs. you nodding. shy but wanting.

“okay, baby. yeah. we can do that.” kissing you softly. “let’s move up on the bed. get more comfortable.”

helping you off my lap. both of us moving. you lying back against the pillows. me beside you. “we’ll keep your clothes on for now, okay? i’ll just touch you over them. see how that feels first.” you nodding. “okay…”

kissing you again. slow. deep. hand sliding down your stomach. over your shirt. to your jeans. resting on your hip. you breathing harder already.

“can i unbutton these? just to make it easier to touch you. we don’t have to take them off.” you nodding. “yes… that’s okay…”

unbuttoning slowly. unzipping. you lifting your hips slightly to help. me sliding my hand inside. over your underwear still. feeling how warm you are. how wet you already are through the fabric.

you gasping. gripping my shirt. “is this okay?” “yes… oh god yes…” “good, baby. just relax. let me make you feel good.”

touching you gently over your underwear. learning your shape. where everything is. you spreading your legs more. giving me access. trusting.

“you’re already so wet, sweetheart. that’s good. that means your body is ready.” you blushing. hiding your face. “don’t be embarrassed. it’s perfect. you’re perfect.”

rubbing gently over your underwear. finding your clit. circling it. you moaning. hips moving. “how does that feel?” “so good… really good…”

continuing like that for a while. just over your underwear. building slowly. kissing you the whole time. swallowing your moans.

“can i…” pausing. “can i touch you under these?” you hesitating. then nodding. “yes… i want you to…”

sliding my hand under your underwear. touching you directly for the first time. skin on skin. feeling how wet you are. you gasping loudly. “oh fuck…”

“language is okay, baby. you can say whatever you want.” sliding my finger through your wetness. so gentle. so careful. finding your clit. bare this time.

you moaning. louder now. hands gripping the sheets. my shirt. anything. “you feel so good, sweetheart. thank you for letting me touch you like this.”

circling your clit gently. building slowly. no rush at all. kissing your neck. your jaw. your lips. you kissing back desperately. overwhelmed by sensation.

“i’m going to put a finger inside, okay? just one. tell me if it’s too much.” you nodding. “okay… i trust you…”

sliding one finger lower. to your entrance. pushing in slowly. so slowly. watching your face. you tensing. “breathe, baby. just breathe.” you breathing. relaxing. “how is it?” “it’s… different. but good. keep going…”

pushing in further. until i’m fully inside. staying still. letting you adjust. “you’re doing so well, sweetheart. so brave.” kissing you softly.

eventually starting to move. slow. gentle. in and out. your hips moving with me. learning the rhythm. “still good?” “yes… it feels really good now…”

continuing to work you. one finger pumping slowly. thumb finding your clit. rubbing gentle circles. you moaning continuously now. not holding back anymore.

“you’re taking this so well, baby. your body knows exactly what to do.” adding a second finger eventually. “this might feel like more. tell me if it’s too much.”

pushing in slowly. both fingers. stretching you gently. you gasping. gripping me. “breathe, sweetheart. you’re okay.” you breathing through it. adjusting. “okay… i’m okay… keep going…”

working you with two fingers now. pumping slowly. curling them slightly. finding that spot inside. you crying out. “oh god, what is that?” “that’s your g-spot, baby. feels good, right?” “yes… so good…”

continuing to work you. fingers curling. hitting that spot. thumb on your clit. building you slowly. patiently. kissing you through it. swallowing your moans.

you getting closer. can feel it. how you’re tensing. how you’re clenching around my fingers. “i think… i think something’s happening…” “that’s good, baby. that means you’re getting close. just let it happen. don’t fight it.”

“but what if i can’t?” “then you can’t. and that’s okay. we’re just exploring. no pressure.” continuing the same rhythm. same pressure. “just focus on how it feels. nothing else matters.”

you relaxing at that. letting go of the pressure. just feeling. hips moving more. meeting my hand. “that’s it, sweetheart. just like that. you’re doing so well.”

working you steadily. fingers pumping. curling. thumb circling your clit. kissing you deeply. you moaning into my mouth. getting more desperate.

“it’s building… i feel it building…” “i know, baby. let it build. don’t rush. we have all the time in the world.” continuing exactly what i’m doing. not changing anything.

you getting more vocal. more desperate. “please… i don’t know what i need but please…” “you don’t need anything different. you’re doing perfect. just keep feeling.”

suddenly you tensing completely. “oh… oh god… i think…” “let go, baby. i’ve got you. just let go.”

you falling apart. cumming on my fingers. moaning so loudly. back arching. hips moving. The me working you through it gently. not stopping. just gentle steady pressure.

finally coming down. collapsing. breathing so hard. me carefully pulling my fingers out. you whimpering at the loss. immediately curling into me.

“you did so well, baby. so so well. i’m so proud of you.” holding you close. kissing your head. “that was amazing. you were amazing.”

you still catching your breath. “i didn’t know… i didn’t know it would feel like that…” “now you know, sweetheart. and we can do it again whenever you want. no pressure. ever.”

holding you while you come down. stroking your hair. your back. “thank you for trusting me with this. with your first time. that means everything.”

you looking up at me. eyes soft. vulnerable. “thank you for being so patient. for making it perfect.” “you made it perfect, baby. all you.”

CW: hypnosis, brainwashing, femdom, femsub, sapphic

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Rin adjusted the frilled apron, the ribbons brushing against her thighs as she moved. The fabric still felt strange against her skin—too soft, too pretty, too unlike anything she would normally wear. She tried to remember how Marina had talked her into it. Something about "trying it for fun, maybe?" The details slipped away the harder she tried to recall them.

"Really gonna fight me at this point? You can barely move. I can see tears collecting beneath your eyes. Supposedly, it tastes awful at the start."

Managed to catch it on the tongue. Sour. Hints of artificial bubblegum. What she slipped past your lips looked vividly pink in her fingers. With each passing second, the sour spot feels larger. Dissolving in your saliva or your tongue curling around it.

Tainted liquid bites at the floor of your mouth. Cupped your tongue around it to confine it to one place. But it's dripping. Stop making so much saliva. Don't swallow. Won't swallow. Can't swallow.

That burning, artificial not-sweet begins to hit your throat. Haven't swallowed but it must be leaking down. You can almost feel it in your mind, now. A tickling, funny sensation. Or maybe you're just imagining things.

"You know you'll regret fighting so hard once this is over? It'll all be temporary. You'll be better soon. I've watched it happen before."

"Keeping it in your mouth won't do anything but concentrate the changes there. C'mon, just swallow already. My arms are getting tired."

At that, you buck against her. Jostle and shove and push. Feel it froth around your mouth. Worth it if you get out. Keep fighting. Until you're tired. Not enough. It's coating your tongue now. All over your mouth. It feels almost numb. Cotton stuffed and a vague impression of sweet. Still not swallowing.

"Damn. You really are a fighter. Well, it's the last time you'll ever be able to resist me. Better make it count. I can respect that."

Scorn in your teary eyes. You can agree with her on this at least. Mouth feels sickly sweet. Hard to tell what your tongue's doing. Thoughts running in circles. Something webby and sticky in there, too. You don't want to agree with her about anything, as tempting as it is.

"Trying so hard, just swallow already. Time's ticking. You've always been such a fighter. Now you're gonna be my fighter. Aren't you excited for that?"

You don't want to be her fighter. You don't want to be her anything. Sweat drips down your side. Feel yourself spiraling. All you can taste is sweet. Some thoughts seem to catch more than others. Even the air entering your mouth tastes sweet. Shove it. Terminate the thoughts without looking.

"You've closed your eyes now. Can't bear to look at me? Are you even thinking at this point? At least you're cute like this."

'You like being cute for her.' The thought catches and you tear it up but it's still there. Another one pops up. Repeating yourself. Stick out your tongue. Keep pushing it down and it keeps coming back up. It's like you're looped.

"There it is. Perfect."

What did you do? The loop feels like it's shrinking. Has something changed? Where even are you. Check yourself. Feel your surroundings. Her hands aren't on you and your mouth is open. Open and empty, showing off a clean tongue. When did that happen? When did you swallow?

"Such a good toy for me. You look so pretty showing off your mouth for me like that. Look at me."

Eyes snap open. It's so bright. She's shining. Is that real? Nothing feels real. What's going on? You're shaking. Shivering. Starting to panic.

"Calm down."

You stop shaking. Stop worrying. Her voice sounds so pretty. You can imagine yourself getting lost in it.

"There you are. Good toy."

You like being a good toy for her. You know that at least. Even if nothing else makes sense.

"I'm glad I picked you. C'mere, let's get somewhere comfortable, let me help you make sense of this."

You're glad she picked you, too. She's so special. Whenever you look at her, it's like looking up at something miles above you. You feel tiny. Nothing makes sense except for her. Mouth still hanging dumbly open.

"Close your mouth. And, here we are."

"Then, pretty soon you'll all settle, so I'll only go over this once--"

I need you.

I growl as I grip your ass hard, yanking you forward and grinding up into you. You whimper at the stimulation, clinging to my shoulders so sweetly. Your cheeks are pink when I pull off your breast. I draw your head down and kiss you again, pressing my tongue into your mouth, still gripping your ass hard.

Please, baby.

I rub my hand up and down your thigh. You need it as bad as I do, if your pink cheeks and bucking hips are any indication. You look so embarrassed as you look into my face, quietly asking what it is I need from you.

Fuck.

How can I explain this.

How can i articulate how much I need to sink my cock into your hot wet boycunt. How much I need to see you fucked out and cumming beneath me. How desperate I am to rut into your hole, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of your limp sex drunk body.

Fuck.

There’s, a fire, baby. A fire burning inside me and I need to put it out.

Your eyes widen in recognition as you press your hands to your belly.

Yes, you too, right love? Well the way to put it out is for me to rub a special spot inside of you. And I’m sorry to say it might hurt a little at first. But after I rub that spot it will feel much much better.

You’re so cute. Pressing your head into my shoulder for comfort while you think it over. I pinch at your nipples with the hand that isn’t forcing your hips against mine. Your speak so faintly I almost miss it when you ask how much it would hurt. I cradle your head into my shoulder and press a soft kiss to your crown. I reassure you that I can help you feel good even if it hurts a little and you nod your head into my neck. A soft whimper of please leaving your mouth as you grind your hips down into me.

I take your clothes off and lay you gently onto your back. You pressed your thighs together shyly hiding your wetness from me.

Come now love, how can I help you if you won’t let me get to your special spot.

I guide your knees apart and coo gently when I see your slick pussy and stiff little cock. I kiss my way down your thigh, eager to taste you. But you stop me. You don’t want me to put my mouth on such a weird place but I rub your thighs and shush you gently.

I promise. I’ll make you feel good.

I wrap my lips around your cock. Sucking it against my tongue and rubbing against the sensitive head. You cry out at the intensity of the sensation but I can’t stop. You taste so good. Your cock feels so good against my lips, my tongue. I can’t stop tasting you.

By the time I pull myself off you you’re crying from the stimulation. I kiss away your tears while you tell me it burns so badly. The fire in your belly only stoked by my ministrations. You’re so worried so I hold you close to me - rocking you gently as I explain that I’m going to make it all better. I’ll use my strap to rub you nice and good on the inside and all of that will go away. I just needed to use my mouth so It wouldn’t hurt as badly when it goes in.

You’re still crying a little from the intensity of your arousal, but you nod your assent to me. I undress and pull on my strap, I can tell your intimidated by the size but I rub your sides and kiss you softly until your relax underneath me. I grind my strap between your wet folds, coating myself in your ample wetness before pressing the head of my cock at your hole.

I gather you close to me, tucking your head under my chin as I press into you slowly. You whine at the stretch, you’ve never felt anything like that before and you hold onto me so tightly. I thrust my hips roughly, popping my head inside you and gently shushing the tearful whimpers you let out. I rub my back as I slowly draw my hips back and forth, fucking deeper into your boycunt with every stroke.

You’re so fucking tight like this, the tight resistance of your walls around my strap as I thrust into you wearing at my self control. I finally bottom out in you I can’t help but release a long groan grinding my hips against yours as I try to force myself as deep inside you as I can.

I rub your back and kiss your head as I wait for you to relax around me. When you finally do I thrust into you with small gentle strokes. You’re quivering underneath me and as your whimpers and cries of pain turn to moans of pleasure I fuck you harder and harder. I can’t help the words that spill from my mouth as I pound relentlessly into your helpless boycunt. Thanking you for letting me use you like this, praising you for how well you’re taking it, how beautiful you are how perfect your hole feels around me.

You cum quite unexpectedly, your cunt spasming around me as I fuck you through it. Your body trembles violently and I hold you tight against me as I soothe you through the overwhelming experience. When I go to pull out you lock your ankles around my hips to keep me hilted inside you.

I know you’ve never had anything like this in your cunt before so it’s so cute to see you desperate to stay full of me. I kiss you softly and thank you again, before reassuring you that yes, I can do that for you again.

And again.

And again.

As many times as that desperate boy hole needs.

xx

･ｰ big guy, dry humping, riding, soft dom, good girl, multiple orgasms

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Did you really think this was going to be a new induction? You’re so cute! 💕

I’m a sub too, so of course that’s not what this is! Since I’m a sub, you can consider my blog a safe space from now on! A place for subs by a sub! Doesn’t that sound nice?

So it’s okay to stay with me, to get comfortable…You’re safe here. Feeling yourself beginning relax, because it’s natural for the body to relax when you feel safe! We can be at ease together now. Wouldn’t you like that?

Feeling your surroundings beginning to become fuzzy as you focus. It makes sense because you’re too busy paying attention to my words not to relax! You don’t need to worry about the world beyond your screen anymore. It’s just us now!

Take a nice deep breath for me, okay? Inhaling for three and exhaling for three…

Inhale…

1

2

3

And exhale!

1

2

3

Good! Just like that. Keep breathing deeply. You really are a good listener aren’t you? Whether or not that’s from conditioning or you just being naturally obedient is for you to know. I’m not here to judge, I’m a sub too after all! Remember? Let’s keep doing our deep breaths together!

Feels sooo good, doesn’t it? To let that anxiety and stress go…

Tumblr doms can be so intimidating! Sometimes that nervous feeling is nice and sexy too, but other times it’s nice to just let go. There’s no expectations here, no one to please but yourself. No pressure, only nice relaxation between two subs…

Which is why you’re going to allow yourself to sink just a bit deeper into your bed, couch, floor or wherever else you may be reading this. Allow your limbs to release their tension, going limp and relaxed.

You don’t need to move, and why would you want to? You’re so comfortable here with a fellow sub! You don’t want to move. Do you?

Good! Of course you don’t!

You’re so good! Which is why I’m going to help you reward yourself. Rewards are a good thing, right? Surely you know that much.

You chose not to move because deep down, you knew you’d be taken care of here. That you’re safe here, that you can Drop here.

I’ll take care of you! 💕

Isn’t it pretty? Of course it is! Just like you! You know by now that these pretty gifs were made to draw us in. To mesmerize us… So go on ahead and DROP, and STARE . Just like you’ve been told to do so many times.

But this time it’s your choice, it’s for YOUR pleasure. Not mine. I only want to help you feel good too!

But it looks soo pretty, so tempting, so very easy to follow…

You WANT to drop

You WANT to stare

Let’s look together, silly 💕

Let your eyes follow it back and forth, and back and forth again, you love to look!

Hmm? Hypnotizing you? I’m just showing you something pretty!

You’re choosing to still watch. Im just giving you what you wanted~

You’re hypnotizing yourself!

Go on ahead and look again.

There you go, that’s it…

You were mindlessly scrolling anyways, you may as well stay here and be mindless with me right? Good!

You love to be mindless, don’t you?

Of course you do! Nod your head silly! 💕

Aw you’re sooo cute! So good and mindless!

And that’s exactly how you want to be, isn’t it?

Keep nodding your head!

It feels soo good to stare, doesn’t it?

Still nodding along, I bet you look so silly and cute right now!

You love to stare

Nodding

You’re choosing to stare

Nod

You’re so good! Such a good listener! Being praised feels so good doesn’t it?

You really must be deeply conditioned. You know was this was going to be but you still chose to read, didn’t you?

Aww you’re still nodding? I didn’t even ask you to this time, but I bet you didn’t notice that Silly! You must’ve really wanted this.

But that’s okay, I’m not here to judge you. I wanted this too.

Look at you! Mindlessly nodding and obeying, your face muscles are even relaxing! Your jaw slacking, becoming nice and loose. Let your lips part, okay? It’ll feel so much better that way I promise! Your cute pink tongue lolling out of your mouth now.

Just like that! 💕

It’s not embarrassing, you’re with another sub after all! You don’t need to feel nervous, you just need to feel good. Focus on how good it feels now.

If you weren’t already, you can go on ahead and touch now. Reward yourself for looking so cute!

Go nice and slow, just enough to give you that wonderful tingly bliss. Feeling so very sensitive and vulnerable with your tongue out like this.

As cute as you are, this is about YOUR pleasure, not mine, so you’re going to stare once again, but this time you’re not going to stop staring until you feel yourself getting more excited than you already are. Until you feel your nipples hardening against your shirt or against the cold air, until you feel your hips bucking up towards your hand or toy, until you achieve that lovely mindless bliss that us subs have come to strive for.

Go on ahead and stare…

Stare and touch, stare and sink. No need to think. All you need is to feel good, and you’re soo good aren’t you?

Of course you are! 💕

You’re under your own command today, I simply wanted to help you!

You can feel your sensitivity growing with each swing of the pendulum. Each time it goes back and forth, your body responds more to your own sweet pathetic touches.

It feels so good doesn’t it? So addicting to touch with your tongue out. Mindlessly drooling. You aren’t embarrassed about it, I promise I’ll drool and touch too okay? Let’s get worse together! 💕

You’re safe here. Safe to get closer and closer to that edge you’re always chasing. Pleasure pulsing through your sensitive little sub body with every touch against your excitement.

Take a deep breath now and feel that pleasure wash over you. Feeling so horny, so tingly and dizzy with pure bliss…good. Don’t stop touching. You don’t want to stop touching. You want this, you need this… This is for you. No one else. Not even me!

Stare and drop even further… There’s no world outside of your screen anymore. Only the pendulum and pleasure. Only pleasure. All you can think about is pleasure. You don’t need anything else, silly!

Edgesluts stay here, you’ve done so well! 💕You can keep scrolling with your hand down your pants and stay mindless!

If you want to finish with me, keep reading! The Choice is yours today! (But we both know what your choice will be if your eyes have read this far…)

Allow yourself to move your hand a bit faster. In fact, with each number I count down, I want you to move more feverishly. More desperate for that sweet release. Keep working yourself up, keep touching yourself with me. Let’s get you to the finish line together…

10…

Beginning to pick up the pace, the pleasure is already almost overwhelming. Your mind has completely succumb to these feelings

9…

You’ve always been such a good listener, so easily controlled, it feels so good to drop for yourself for once. To be in charge of your own pleasure with the help of a fellow sub

8…

Aww! Your little shaky breaths are sooo cute! Are you still breathing deeply for me? Or as it become too hard? It doesn’t matter anymore now, it feels too good to think of anything else but touching!

7…

That’s it! Why don’t you touch a little more intensely? Feel your body grinding up against whatever it is you’re using for your pleasure right now. Your hand, a toy, it doesn’t matter to me! Feel your body aching for it. Aching for more

6…

We’re almost half way now, but I bet you aren’t aware of that are you? You’re not aware of much right now, and that’s exactly as you should be! You’re so good! You deserve this.

5…

At the perfect pace now! Getting yourself so incredibly close to the edge. I wonder if you’ll ruin your orgasm before we make it to the end… can you be strong for me- no, for yourself? I wonder~

4…

With each swing the pleasure is only getting more intense, your eyes following it so obediently every time it’s on your screen. Knowing that it only takes you deeper into this blissed out state… Back and forth…Back and forth….

3…

Feels soo good, and you did it to yourself! Isn’t that amazing? I’ll stay here as a helping hand, so go on ahead and let yourself go completely! No thoughts, only desire. The desire to cum building and building, you’re almost there!

2…

Are you ready to cum? Of course you are! You’re too cute! You deserve to treat yourself and you know it, you’ve been such a good sub for so long, it’s time to let yourself have a reward!

1…

Go on ahead and CUM! Finally reaching that sweet release. Finishing against your hand or toy. Feel your body pulse with that wonderful satisfaction.

Good… you’ve done so incredibly good. Remember to keep taking those deep breaths as you ride out your orgasm. Completely blissed out, so dizzy and stupid…

You don’t need to wipe the drool from your lips, you don’t even need to stop touching if you don’t want to. Whether you chose to stay dropped or wake is up to YOU.

I knew you’d stay until the end, I’m so happy! 💕Let’s play again together again soon okay? I’m happy to help you help yourself! You’re so silly, even when cumming for your own pleasure it feels good to be guided, doesn’t it? You’re so deeply conditioned after all. So go on ahead and fall for my tricks over and over again! Let’s make each other worse and worse! I can’t wait to see you all tranced out~ Don’t worry silly, you’re even cuter that way!

Also I recommend only reading this if you're sure you'll be alone for the next couple minutes.

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Chrissy casually strolled into the bathroom, giving Charles a flirtatious smile that made his cock twitch its way up and out of the froth of bubbles in anticipation. Her grin widened, and she slid the strapless cocktail dress down to her ankles in a single smooth gesture before stepping out of it to reveal her naked body. “Hello,” she cooed cheerfully, walking around to where his head rested against one end of the freestanding tub and kneeling down to give him a deep, soulful kiss. “Just came in to remind my good boy who he belongs to.” His cock twitched again, stiffening until it stood straight up from the bathwater and jutted into the warm, humid air.

Chrissy giggled. “Not that he needs much reminding, does he? Not when his cock knows. Not when it’s always so happy to remind him that he’s so deeply owned and controlled by his Mistress.” She reached out and took his flushed, throbbing shaft between her light pink fingers, lazily stroking up and down his full length with the kind of playful dominance that made Charles even harder. It seemed like he was always turned on these days; moving in with Chrissy had emphasized and intensified the D/s dynamic between them, and sometimes it seemed like Charles moved through the world in a hazy fog of blank, blissful obedience now.

A fog that Chrissy was happy to deepen. “My good boy doesn’t need to think, not when he can listen to that warm throb between his legs and let the cock do all the thinking for him.” She leaned in for another kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth, and Charles moaned helplessly as his brain exploded into a starburst of pure ecstasy that came out of nowhere. He was always amazed every time Chrissy used one of her orgasm triggers on him; no matter how many times she made his mind come with something as simple as a word or a touch or a familiar sensation, it never ceased to make him feel owned and controlled in the most delicious way. His cock twitched and throbbed with excitement, not quite ready to release but eager to participate in his mental climax.

“And of course,” Chrissy purred, breaking the kiss to program Charles some more, “the more he listens to his cock like a good boy, the more he becomes mine. My slave. My property. My obedient fucktoy, isn’t that right, honey?” Charles nodded loosely, his head bobbing up and down automatically as he stared at his lover with vacant and glassy eyes. Hearing himself described in the third person always made him feel like a passive object, not really present within himself like he was when he was awake. And that made it so much easier for his arousal to take control. Charles loved giving in to his cock and letting his Mistress use it to manipulate him like that.

“That’s my good, good boy.” Chrissy cupped his head in the crook of her elbow and kissed him again, her tongue triggering another climax that stretched out into a tiny eternity of rapturous bliss. Charles felt his cock throbbing, his balls tightening, and only his Mistress’s hypnotic control kept him from spurting his load into the warm bathwater. She didn’t want him to release, not just yet. Not when the day was so young and there were so many fun ways to tease Charles into deeper obedience. But the wonderful thing about trance was all the many, many ways she could reward him with pleasure without draining his balls… and from the way she kept kissing him, Charles suspected she planned to run through each and every one of them.

One particularly bad day, you can feel them toying with you yet again. They don't say anything about it, but you can practically feel their claws scraping the day's events off of your brain. You stop what you're doing, finally frustrated enough to have a word. You tell them to stop, questioning what it is they actually want. Why they're still sticking around. Don't they have anything better to do? The demon argues right back, still not clarifying what it is they're after. The two of you bicker back and forth, barely getting anywhere, until the demon suddenly takes over the wheel, forcing you out of the driver's seat as they possess you, getting up and standing in front of a mirror, where their reflection shows their inhuman eyes in your skull.

They compliment you. Saying they want what's best for you. Easing their way into your forgiveness with praise, and reassurance. You try so hard to not be flattered, but... it's kind of nice, isn't it? Actually, yes. You are lucky. Not everyone has something so powerful looking after them. You can relax, it's okay, the demon knows what they're doing. No need to worry-- wait, are they doing it again? That clever charmer is doing something to you, aren't they?! Ah, but it's so much effort to try fighting it. Besides, it DOES feel really nice... Maybe you should just let it happen. Yeah... That's probably for the best.

The demon praises you softly, while still not giving up control over your body. You ask them if you can have the wheel again, but they make a very convincing argument, saying you surely deserve something nice for being so compliant. You do deserve something nice, they're right. You're being so mature and accepting about their kindness, you deserve to feel good. That's all they want for you, after all! All they've ever wanted. So you give in, trusting them with your body, dizzily wondering what it is they'll reward you with.

Your demon continues to praise your obedience while they slowly and gently remove your clothing. You look so good, you know. You shouldn't have to hide your gorgeous body with these tacky bits of fabric, should you? You feel so relieved once they've stripped you down fully, feeling so comfortable now you're free and in the open. They point out how hot you are as they trace soft circles on your chest with one finger, making sure you can still feel things even if you can't control them.

You moan out, but your voice only echoes inside your own head, for only your demon to hear. They chuckle, teasing you. Maybe you are being a bit pathetic, they're right. I mean, it doesn't feel THAT good, does it? They're just... No, it does. You don't really care if you're being a bit pathetic. It's charming, right? How easy it is to make you feel so nice and tender. They praise your acceptance, and it feels great to know they're so pleased with you! They even up their reward for you, how kind!

They stop their circling, slowly gliding their hand down your body. Or- your hand down your body? Ah, who cares. That's too difficult to figure out right now, you just want to focus on the feel, watching through the demon's eyes as they do everything in front of the mirror, so you get a full view of what they're doing to you. After an agonisingly long wait, they finally reach the place you've been wanting them to touch for what feels like an eternity. They simply trace over your genitals once, with one finger, making you cry out in frustration and pleasure. It feels so, so good, what's taking them so long?!

Finally, they take pity on their poor, whimpering human, praising your patience as they begin properly, giving you the most beautiful and amazing gift of your life. How could you ever imply they treat you badly? Nothing is bad about the way they're touching you now. You really should just put more trust in them, because then you get to feel their touch against your heated genitals, feeling their fingers in your poor throbbing hole. It's so good. You need them, you know that, don't you? You'd never be able to deal without them here with you, making you feel so nice.

Just relax and trust them. They're so good at making you forget your pain, you can barely even remember what started this. But really, who cares? That's not why you're here now.

i watch as your skin begins to quickly take on a pinker and pinker shade. as your body changes colour, your skin begins to jiggle slightly, like jelly given a light tap. your body becomes more and more fluid-like, until you completely melt into a viscous, slimy mass on the floor, only around the size of a plushie.

my body is shaking with anticipation as you begin to crawl towards me, sitting on the bed. as you reach my feet, i shiver slightly as i feel your cold touch against my tights. you begin your ascent of me, my legs getting goosebumps as i feel you moving further and further up my legs.

your mass moves onto my dress next, on which i feel you less than on my tights, but i still wince slightly as i feel you move over my chest. it's only for a brief monent though, as you continue moving up.

then, i feel your cool touch on my exposed neck. it's intense. my hand almost moves reflexively to try to get you off, but i fight the urge. you cling to my chin as you move around it to find my mouth. your entrypoint.

i try to open it, but... i can't. my body is too scared. my mind is excited, but unfortunately my body has this stupid thing called "survival instincts", which are usually good but really hinder monents like these.

you're quick to get to work, though. most of your mass stays around my unerring mouth, but a small bit of you splits off and slithers back down. only this time, the path it takes isn't over my dress. i feel you slip inside, and mmmmmphhhhhh... god... my whole body tenses up as you move over my bare chest... but, it's not quite enough to get me to open up.

so, of course, you move down further. i feel you again moving down the dress, right past my belly button, straight down to-

mmmmMMPPGHHHH~- fuck...

straight under my tights... my heart keeps beating faster and faster. i continue feeling movement down there, as you keep feeling, around me, and tickling, and, aaaaahhhhhhh-

my moan is instantly cut short. as soon as you found an opening, you took it. a stream of slime, of you, flows straight into my mouth... you keep my mouth pried open from the inside, as more and more of you flows in. you quickly suppress my gag reflex as you swiftly start to move down my throat, and something that really should have felt awful, feels so... so fucking good... it helps, of course, that i feel that bit of you that moved down entering me down there... fuck...

after only a few seconds... you're all gone. i can close my mouth again, as... there's nothing left of you outside me... you're all... inside...

as the last of you flows down my throat, you quickly get to work. i feel you permeate through my whole body. i can't help but tuck myself into the fetal position, as a slimy feeling moves all under my skin. it stretches straight through my limbs, as i get even more goosebumps as i feel slime moving through my legs, down to my feet, and through my arms, all the way through to my fingers. with each pump of the slime through each part of my body, that part of my body becomes slightly harder for me to control.

then, i get a chill. well, more like a brainfreeze. oh my god, you found it... you waste no time splitting yourself up and... invading me. FJDGJDKSSGSKAKGFOHHHHHfuck-

thinking is becoming hard. i can't move my body anymore. as you hijack my brain, make me yours, i see myself in the mirror. i'm in an absolute state, but i'm also blushing. hard. this felt... indescribably amazing... having you invade me so thoroughly, completely spread out throughout my nervous system...

it felt so good, i didn't even notice my fingers start to wiggle by themselves.

then, a movement in my legs.

then, my arms push me up into a sitting position.

and i come face to face with myself in the mirror.

face to face with you.

you gaze up and down at your new self, my hair, my eyes, my clothes, my body, all yours.