BorosBimbo

I never tell you outright to change. I don't even criticize. I simply give or withhold praise.

"I like that color on you"

"I like that softer eyeliner"

"That shorter hem makes your legs look amazing"

"your tits look great from that angle"

"I love when you do that with your tongue"

Over years your wardrobe turns over into only things I like. your hair is grown and styled to My preference. your piercings and tattoos are in places and of things I prefer. your movements in bed are all orbiting the ways that you can please Me best.

I don't need to force you. Force has its place but it's barbaric and it's temporary.

No, to permanently take what I want from you, I just course correct your mind a fraction of a degree at a time. Imperceptible, until one day you no longer see who you used to be.

At a certain point, it becomes confusing how many of your actions are natural, and how many are trained responses.

Very frequently, Dolls will find their initial response to be obedience. “Yes ma’am” becomes a more readily accessible response than any other. Others will find they hear their dominant’s voice, ordering them to do basic tasks.

"Hnnh, ah..."

"You're a smart girl with dignity, yes. Silly of me to forget. Desperate isn't you, is it?"

"N-n... I..."

"Not you at all, no. And just grinding on my thigh like this? That's not bad. That's fine."

"Nnh, y-you..."

"Shh, you don't have to say anything, it's okay. You just keep doing what you're doing. It's obviously a lot of fun. You're all red."

"Please..."

"And I can feel you making a wet spot on my leg too you know. But it's okay. At least you don't look desperate, hmm? Imagine how pathetic you'd look if this was your pillow and not my leg."

"S-sir..."

It starts simple. I make you cum and I tell you to say thank you and you do because that’s easy. That one makes sense. Someone made you feel good, and you express gratitude, that’s just good manners. You don’t even think about it. Thank you. Of course. That felt amazing. Thank you.

But then I have you say it again the next time while my hand is around your throat. Say it. And you do, thank you, a little choked and sputtering, and something about forcing the words out while you can barely breathe makes them feel different in your mouth. Heavier. More real. You said thank you while I was hurting you and you meant it and that’s a new piece of information about yourself that you have to carry around.

Then I start expanding the territory. I want to hear it when you’re wet. Not just when you cum. When you’re wet. The moment you notice that your body is responding to me I want you to stop whatever you’re doing and say thank you. Because that arousal doesn’t happen without me. That drip between your legs is something I built. I put it there through weeks and months of conditioning you to respond to my voice and my hands and my words and the least you can do is acknowledge where it comes from. So every time you feel it. Thank you. In the morning when you wake up thinking about me and you’re already soaked before you’ve opened your eyes. Thank you. In the middle of your workday when something I said three nights ago surfaces in your brain and suddenly your thighs are pressing together under your desk. Thank you. You text it to me like a little status report. Like a prayer you send throughout the day to the person responsible for keeping you this ruined.

But we can push further. I’ll have you thanking me for the things that should horrify you: Thank you for taking your limits away. Say it. Thank you for crossing every line I drew. Thank you for making me need this. Thank you for making it so I can’t cum without your permission. Thank you for showing my friends what I look like when I beg. Thank you for the bruises. Thank you for the photos you keep in a folder I pretend I’ve forgotten about. Thank you for making me say all of this out loud.

Say it after I make you do something new and degrading, and hear the thank you come out before you’ve even processed what just happened to you. Your brain skips straight past the shock and the shame and lands on thank you as your default setting. No matter what I do to you the first thing your body produces in response is a thank you that I’m the one doing it.

18+ / 950 words / Content: lesbian sex, oral sex, serial recruitment, hypnosis, brainwashing, trans woman, oral fixation, friends with benefits, corruption, mind control, etc.

Holly could feel Angela's body go limp from exhaustion as the final aftershock of her orgasm subsided. She reduced the intensity of her suction but kept her lips locked around Angela’s clit, hoping she could coax her new best friend into another round. She could feel Angela's pulse against her tongue, and she felt closer and more in sync with her than ever before. A deep desire to please her closest friend kept her mouth and tongue in place, poised patiently, until she felt Angela's grip on her hair soften, indicating she needed a break.

Holly felt the familiar warm sense of belonging and happiness as Angela stroked her hair gently and she rested her cheek on the soft thigh she loved so much. She thought back to when they had met and were exchanging stories and tidbits from their lives, during that exciting dance of a budding friendship.  

Even then they had shared stories about what got them hot, how they masturbated, who they fucked. Nothing was off limits. They had met on a kink website, after all. But they had become close friends quickly, as friends tend to do when they know what makes each other happy. Not everyone has a friend who so completely understands their carnal needs and desires, after all, and they definitely knew how to make each other feel good.

Holly didn't even really remember how they graduated from talking about sex to sharing and porn and erotica to actually experimenting with fantasies together. It was a slow progression, and it felt exactly right and perfectly natural. She was so lucky to have a friend like Angela to please. A no expectations, no commitment friendship where the only thing that mattered was shared pleasure and happiness. 

Sometimes Holly wondered if she had always liked the same kinks that Angela liked, or if she had just learned to like it because she knew it was what made Angela hot. It didn’t really matter, though, because it always hit just the right spot for Holly. Especially the spirals. Those delicious, swirling pinwheels of colour would light up her phone’s screen just like they lit up her mind. The blank and empty feeling was indescribable, and Angela always knew just the right ones for Holly. They felt so good and made Holly feel so lucky to have such a great friend.

So when Angela cooed to her that she was such a good girl, Holly's mind drifted back to the present just long enough to understand that she was being beckoned up so that Angela could taste her and repay the favour. It had become somewhat of a routine; although the repetition never became boring. Holly complied automatically, feeling her cock throb to attention as it always did when she heard Angela's voice. She obediently climbed into a kneeling position over top of her friend’s gorgeous face.

Angela’s tongue extended and welcomed Holly with both thankful appreciation and a lustful hunger that surprised Holly. After several intense orgasms, her mouth was willing and ready. Holly’s eyes rolled back in pleasure and Angela felt the throbbing inside her mouth. 

Angela moved as though on autopilot. Angela’s tongue and throat began their skilled dance in just the way Holly liked. She was so in tune with Holly’s need that each twitch and pulse in her mouth felt like an instruction; a command to please that Angela’s eager mouth obeyed without thinking. And she definitely wasn’t thinking. At least, not about anything other than Holly. The cock hit her throat and pushed every other thought out, filling mouth and her mind with an inescapable, feral lust.

As she continued to eagerly fellate her newest best friend, Angela’s mind drifted back in time, remembering the early days of their friendship when they'd exchange dirty pictures and sexts, coyly seeing who could tease the other more. An ever escalating, flirty exchange that, to this day, continued to escalate each time they were together.  

It wasn't until Angela decided to expose Holly to her hypnosis fetish that things began to really accelerate, but Angela barely remembered that, she only knew that each exchange brought them closer together. More in tune with each other’s pleasure. Happier. 

And after all, she was just passing on the same spirals that her friend Joyce had been sending her for months, and they felt so good, she knew Holly would want to see and feel them too. And she was right. Sending the spirals to Holly was the best decision ever, and it really did elevate their friendship so much. Pretty much all their time now was spent happy, horny and satisfied.  

Angela could sense that Holly was nearing the edge, as the intensity of her cock’s pulses were increasing. She harnessed her deep, sensual connection to Holly’s pleasure, carefully holding her at the brink of orgasm with her tongue and throat, determined to keep her there as long as possible. Holly moaned in combined appreciation and frustration at the endless tease.

Then the doorbell rang, shaking Angela briefly out of her service induced stupor. A flash of confusion rushed through her mind before she remembered — today was the day Joyce was coming to visit. Today was the day that Joyce would finally get to meet Angela's closest new friend, Holly.

A new tingle of excitement began burning between Angela’s legs, and she smiled up at Holly, whose eyes had rolled back in her head in pleasure. 

and we couldn't say it in the group (we could if we weren't a fucking coward) but it would make such an interesting way of subtly showing your dominance over another.

you're now breathing manually

you're now blinking manually

you can now feel your tongue in your mouth

you can see your nose

statements that make you keenly aware of your own phsyicality, purely because your dominant made you aware of it. there's a hypnotic element to it, speaking feelings and awareness into someone with a suggestion, which could be built upon or paired with something else.

breathing manually deepening a trance

blinking manually relaxing your body

feeling your tongue rendering you silent

seeing your nose closing off your awareness

each instruction shutting down your autonomic actions and leaving you focussed entirely on your own body, keeping you from mustering a defence against whatever delicious suggestions and programming someone might want to inflict on you...

“Shhh… let me do the thinking”

“You’re so pretty with your head empty”

“I like you like this, no single thought behind those eyes”

“Doesn’t it feel good when I take care of you?”

“Only I know what you need”

Fitting a pair of snakebite nipple suckers onto her and watching as she becomes more desperate, clawed feet coming up to try and pull them off but they're too narrow for her to get a good grip on

Laughing and cooing at her as her feathers fluff out and she gets frustrated as the constant pressure turns to oversensitive pain

Eventually you tell her they'll come off if she bounces enough, and you set up a suction toy on the floor for her, watching her bob up and down erratically as she tries to get the suckers to pop off

Her cloaca dripping wet, stretched around a toy that's just a little too big for her, eyes dark and face flushed, sharp teeth worrying her plump lip

Eventually you take pity on her and yank the nipple suckers off roughly, making her cum hard and let out an avian screech as her nipples are finally exposed. Throbbing, thick, bright red from their abuse

Of course, you don't waste time getting them in your mouth

Next time, you go for clover clamps with weights attached and send her out flying, watching her have to readjust her wings every time the weights make her flinch or tense

You joke about getting her heavy silicone implants and how she wouldn't need to fly then, she'd be your pretty songbird on display, perfect tits to show off how successful she is, not needing to hunt or migrate when she has you to care for her, even if the implants would make her look like a ridiculous, sexualised ornament instead of the regal predator she is in her own mind

If you got them big enough, she'd be able to reach them and press them together with her wings

You could get her some pretty gold chains to hang between nipple piercings, put all sorts of colourful hanging jewels on them to show how much her mate cares for her

“Needy? You’re needy, are you?” Your hypnotist asked. “No… Not yet you aren’t.” They leant down, smiling.

You felt pinned in place by their gaze, as they looked down at you. “You’re still able to speak. You’re not squirming. You’re not moaning, and panting, and losing your mind to the desire that’s flooding your brain. You’re not needy. Not really. You’re just turned on.”

Their smile grew, wider. “But I can help with that.” Their tone slipped deeper, dragging your mind with it. “I can help you switch off your brain to anything else but arousal. I can make you sink into sweet, submissive desire. You just need to let go. Give in.”

They tapped you on the forehead, hitting your trigger, your off switch, and your eyes fluttered upwards, before closing. They were laughing. “No, you’re not needy yet. But since you clearly want to be… Let’s see how much you regret that desire later, toy.”

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