blank and empty

I'd be so far gone before I even realized what was happening, nodding along to all your suggestions, grinding against you, trying to satiate the growing need between my legs

Your edges are the reward

So the woman in the mirror can't be Jessamine. Those can't be Jessamine's swollen nipples on her E-cup breasts, that can't be her hand holding that dildo, and that certainly can't be her red face or her messy hair or her vacant eyes.

Good girls like Jessamine are above such things. They don't do things so lewd as touching themselves, and if they do, it's under the covers, in the dark, hidden away where they can't see how sinful they're being.

Good girls like Jessamine don't own bright pink dildos, and they don't have dripping cunts, and they definitely don't watch those bright pink dildos disappear into those dripping cunts over and over and over and over and

That must be some other woman Jessamine is watching.

CW: Spiral, Reblog/comment command, Trancey Language, No awakener

Welcome back dear subject

Would you be so kind as to stare at the pendant

Really watch it’s sway

As you feel that familiar fuzzy sensation

That gentle fog

The one that relaxes you

The one that causes your brain to skip

The one that makes those tiring thoughts just drift away

As you closely observe the pendant, you realize a couple things

You want to be brainless

You want to be empty

You want to be suggestible

You want to be hypnotized

And you find it so easy to follow my words

So easy to watch the gentle sway

So easy to let each instruction slip in your head

So easy to let my words slip inside your mind

Dropping so deep with each sway

Dropping so easily with each line

Sinking further and further without a care or worry

Mind becoming so deliciously numb

As my words become your thoughts

Each gentle sway of the pendant wiping away another thought

Relaxing you further

Melting your mind more and more

Making you so foggy

Making you so fuzzy

As you realize

You’re brainless

You’re suggestible

You’re empty

You’re deeply hypnotized

And you find that your mind is so wonderfully empty

So wonderfully blank

Effortlessly, mindlessly following my instructions

Just floating in your gentle river of bliss, for as long as you want

Finding yourself floating back up to awareness whenever you’re ready

Making sure to leave a comment under this post and/or reblog this post telling everyone that the sway made you obey before waking up. Feeling a wave of bliss and euphoria from following instructions.

And be sure to eat, drink, and take your medication dear reader.

"Find something interesting on your phone, pretty girl?" Kasey looked up, a denial already on her lips and fully ready to launch, until she realize the hand that wasn't holding her smartphone had unconsciously reached out to the salt shaker and was lazily stroking it up and down while her eyes glazed over in rapt fascination. She pulled her fingers away from the glass cylinder, hiding her face behind her device, and although there was a giggle in her throat to go along with the bright red blush on her cheeks her reaction was nonetheless one of rueful embarrassment. Marcus had once again caught her getting even hornier than his brainwashing was making her, and she couldn't even pretend to deny it when her mind was barely able to hold onto a single coherent thought.

But of course her boyfriend wasn't going to let it go at that, not when he knew how wet her pussy got at this kind of public play, so he said, "Let me see, pet," in a tone of patient but irrefutable dominance as he took her arm by the wrist and gently pulled her phone down until he could see what she'd been looking at. And of course it was porn, just one smutty gif after another of stiff cocks getting sucked and jacked and licked and fondled and nuzzled and cradled between big luscious tits just like Kasey's, and when there wasn't a woman in the frame they were overlaid with hypnotic spirals that had been melting Kasey's mind to mush for something like twenty minutes now.

Marcus tsked theatrically, asking her, "Didn't we make a rule about no porn in the restaurant, baby doll?" But his foot had slipped out of his sneakers and was reaching out under the table to rest between Kasey's spread thighs, and he was pressing on her vulva in a slow, lazy rhythm that was beginning to make her pant with lust, and the way she responded to her own rulebreaking not with contrition but with a heady sense of helplessness that made her pussy even wetter told her she was responding to a post-hypnotic command her obedient subconscious wouldn't let her remember. Marcus loved to set rules he knew she'd be too horny not to break, because feeling naughty made her weak and desperate and convinced she was nothing more than a stupid slut who needed a Master to keep her in line.

That was an illusion, of course, a pretense she'd agreed to as part of a loving and fully consensual D/s relationship that just happened to employ erotic hypnosis and ethical brainwashing because it was a kink they both shared… but damn if it wasn't hard to remember that when she was looking into Marcus's deep brown eyes with her mind still mushy from staring at so many hard cocks. "Um, uhh, y-yes?" she hazarded, suddenly realizing she couldn't actually remember anything of the lead-up to their arrival at the diner--she recalled getting in the car, and the solid-sounding clunk of the door closing behind her, but everything after that was a pleasant pink haze. And she thought she knew why.

But realizing she'd been programmed, and her mind and memories weren't truly her own, only made her grind into Marcus's foot that much harder as her eyes glazed over and a trickle of drool began to run down her chin. She knew that if the waitress returned while they were in the middle of their little game, Kasey would look like the epitome of a bleach-blonde airheaded sex kitten, and that left her so mindlessly aroused that her hand returned to the salt shaker without even realizing it. Kasey already knew she was going to be ready to do just about anything to relieve her sexual tension when they got home… and fantasizing about that, and the agonizing wait she'd have to go through before her Master would declare their meal to be over, was enough to make her soak clean through her panties right there in the booth.

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