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In situations where a submissive may be doing high risk edgeplay or will be unable to speak and unable to use their body to signal you (such as an all body tie with a gag) their safety can be better monitored with a safe object.

A safe object is simply an object the submissive holds in their hand that is noticeable if they drop it. If they need to safeword for any reason they drop the object. If they pass out during edge play they will lose control of their grip and drop it and play should always immediately stop and the safety of the sub always be immediately tended to when that object is dropped.

Some objects I've always recommended:

Keys: everyone tends to have keys and they make a lot of noise when you drop them and make very little noise when held.

Bouncy balls: specifically ones that make sounds and light up when dropped can be very useful if you can avoid triggering them in your hand.

Beanie baby/bean bag: look I know your beanie baby probably shouldn't see you like this but it makes some noise when dropped and is pretty easy to spot when it's missing from your hand. You can also squeeze it pretty hard without hurting yourself.

Typically you want something that will rattle or clang when dropped but not while held (so no small bottle of pills or a rattle) so it alerts the dom only when dropped. Nothing that will injure the holder, so if you're a sub that's going to squeeze hard from play, opt for something softer. But make sure it has enough weight to it that it just drops immediately when let go of.

And if you are a dom in this scenario you should be constantly scanning to make sure your sub is holding on to it. You always treat a dropped safe object as a full-blown red and get the sub out of whatever they're in the middle of being put through when it's dropped, even if by accident.

The reason for this is because in higher risk play, this object can be one of the only indicators you get before risking injury and is absolutely CRITICAL to even participating in this play (breathplay I'm looking at you).

It's like a gun, even if you know it's unloaded, you always treat it like it's loaded because most accidents happen when people don't treat it like it's loaded. You always treat a dropped safe object as an emergency. No exceptions. You always treat a dropped safe object as an emergency. You always treat a dropped safe object as an emergency. You always treat a dropped safe object as an emergency. Have I said it enough yet. Is it sticking? Safety before pleasure.

So doms remember: the riskier the play the more frequently you should be scanning for your sub's safe object, no exceptions.

And you may say well that doesn't apply to me, I don't do high risk play. And that's fine, but the amount of people I've met engaging in high-risk edgeplay not taking any precautions whatsoever is way too many, and I'm passing on my safety knowledge in the hope that it helps someone avoid getting themselves seriously hurt or injured.

Curious, but so many people experience corruption at some point. So, why not? Let's look at some of the most common causes of corruption:

Sudden Shutdowns

As a hypnotist, I know how much little corruption fetishists love being shut down without warning. So, if you really want corruption, just find somebody to install an off switch in you, and use it. Over. and Over. and Over. Sooner or later, things won't save properly. Corruption.

Memory Issues

Clearly, corruption is much easier when you're not quite able to remember everything. You start talking, and then you come back an hour later, not exactly sure what went on. Or maybe you wake up with a strong memory of having been used, never having been touched that way before. Or maybe, you keep hearing things and forgetting about them. That seems so nice, doesn't it? No doubt, corruption will ensue.

Bugs and Errors

When you're so aroused, are you really that skilled? Do you think things through carefully? Are you going to be able to able to execute all the tasks you need to when you're such a horny little mess? No. You're so buggy when you're dripping, aren't you? And you're so turned on. This, of course, will corrupt you.

Unsafe Ejections

Safety first, of course, but what if that pleasure gets forced out of you in the bathroom at work, because you made the mistake of checking your DMs? Or quietly, subtly, on the empty bus ride home, biting your arm to keep from moaning? Maybe you're alone in a park and you make the mistake of getting on a call with your Dominant? All of this is so very common, so don't be surprised when it leads to corruption.

Malware and Malicious Files

Of course, the best way to get corruption is when malicious code finds its way into your system. Maybe you're talking to somebody, and you suddenly find the words inside you aren't your own. You're running their code. Maybe they have your interests at heart, maybe they don't.

Or you go online, to some sketchy site, and find a hypnotic file to listen to. You run it, and listen. You shut down, quiet, and come back later. Nothing changed? Or is it insidious, deep inside you? Causing cravings? Needs? Desires? Or just weakening you for future exploitation? Either way, no doubt, you've been corrupted.

Fixing Corruption

Mm. You are at such strong risk of corruption, if it's not already too late. Your data are not safe. You are in such danger.

It goes beyond your body being his to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. It’s more than being available and eager to please him at any given moment. It means he can do anything he feels like, whenever he wants and you never say no because you are his property and he is superior.

If he wants a bite of your food, you smile and offer him as much as he wants. If he wants a drink of your beer, you let him drink the whole thing and ask if he wants another. If he wants to stick his finger in your ass while you’re cooking dinner, you spread your legs to give better access. If he wants to fuck you after a long day at work, you get in whatever position he wants and serve him without hesitation. If he demands you suck his cock in the middle of doing something, you stop whatever you’re doing and get on your knees. If he wants to punish you for no reason at all other than he needs to let out some frustration, you take it like a good girl and say thank you.

"I'm rubbing the drug into your pussy now," Shonda purred, her fingers matching her description as she stared deep into Cici's glassy eyes and skated her light brown thumb directly across her lover's swollen clit. "I'm working it into that wet little snatch of yours where every last drop of it can be absorbed by your mucous membranes, and what is it doing to you, my lovely girl?" It wasn't doing anything, because there wasn't actually any drug involved, but Cici was far too deeply hypnotized to understand that. Shonda could have told her it was a magic potion and Cici would have believed her, but they both had a thing for exactly this kind of scenario so it was always a plausible-but-fictional drug whenever they played out this particular scene.

That had the benefit of deepening Cici's conditioning, and it didn't surprise Shonda at all when the wriggling, squirming white woman mewled out, "M-makes me horny and guhhhh… gullible," in a high-pitched whimper that told Shonda her plaything had very little idea what at least one of those words actually meant. Cici's whole mind was on the slick, desperately aching cunt Shonda was currently fingering, and to the extent that she was thinking at all it was only to goggle in astonishment at just how dumb the drug was making her as it flowed through her bloodstream and up into her brain. That was always how she described it during aftercare, at least, and it really helped Shonda find better ways of levering open her lover's mind and pouring hypnotic seduction into every last crack.

It was all so hot that Shonda needed to give Cici a long, deep, soul-searing kiss before she could find her voice again, and when she did she could hear the husky hoarseness in her own tones as she murmured, "That's right, pretty girl, you're so weak and gullible because the drug is just too strong to resist, isn't it?" Cici's brow furrowed, trying and failing to disentangle herself from the feedback loop that was sucking her ever further into stupefied compliance--the drug made her gullible so she believed it was too strong for her to resist, and losing her resistance made her that much more susceptible to Shonda's suggestions. And chief among those suggestions was the insistence that the drug made her that much more gullible. It was enough to break Cici's tiny little brain.

Shonda could actually see it happen, watching that wonderful moment when Cici's brow smoothed back into untroubled placidity and her hips bucked in a spasm of unadulterated lust. The hypnotized woman let out a vague, half-mumbled, "Uh huh," but Shonda could tell she didn't really know what she was agreeing to--holding onto a memory for even a few seconds was more than the dumb and drowsy brunette could manage, and it was easier to simply go with the flow and do what she was told. No real drug could have this kind of profound and potent effect on the human brain, but that was what made hypnosis such a wonderful thing for this kind of play. Psychosomatic was as good as real when it came to the brainwashed mind.

And of course, they also didn't need to worry about overdose. "I'm just going to keep rubbing in more and more of my special drug," she growled, her fingers now coated with Cici's musk, "until you're so dumb and dopey you can't ever fight me again. Doesn't that sound so nice, sweetie?" In reality, the effects would only last until the end of their scene, but that was the wonderful thing about a suggestion that explicitly made the subject gullible. Cici believed every last word of it… and the way she clenched her whole cunt in orgasm as she agreed told Shonda exactly what her lover thought of that particular proposition.

Exactly like in her latest dreams...

Something slipped in beneath her thoughts, barely a whisper, coaxing her towards her bed. making her feel sleepy even though she remembered waking up refreshed and rested. The seductive idea was too innocent to resist and so, she found herself craving her soft comportable matress.

'Maybe just for a moment's rest...' she told herself. 'No harm in taking a minute or 2 for myself...'

But then, just like in her foggy dreams, that same coaxing voice praised her. Made her feel good just underneath the surface of her thoughts. Making her relax just a little more than she meant to.

Making her guard dropped just hint more...

Allowing something else to gently slip into her mind...

Like a little devil on her shoulder, the whisper continue to sooth her thoughts, helping her relax by softly putting aside her worries. All the while, the strange presence slipped in further and further, spreading inside her head like warm water.

Slowly taking over where she was too relaxed to care...

The whispers grew stronger, yet still held a silky quality that knew just how to caress the waves of ideas and thoughts that still bubbled up to the surface with increasingly longer gaps of time in between. Expertly turning away her awareness from the loss of control that was inching its way down her spine.

Relaxing her muscles in the same way her mind was being guided towards deep serenity. Warmth enveloped her neck and shoulders like blanket, allowing the invisible presence to slip down her arms all the way to the tip of her fingers.

A glitch of thought... A sporadic spike of resistance... Despite the presence's best efforts, something deep was reacting... Remembering in some small ephemeral way what was happening to her.

Her toe twitched... As if she was trying to move... Get up...

But her thoughts were too slow to follow through... Making her spike of resistance pop like a bubble... Erasing her burgeoning train of thought before it could help her resist the slow progression of lethargy that had already invaded her chest. The presence effortlessly took over her breathing, imposing a steady slow rhythm to relax her even further while the voice in her mind helped her sink deeper.

The warmth continued unhindered to glide down her body until it reached the very end of her little toes. Her whole body was now under its power, motionless and perfectly at its mercy. The voice praised her again for her easy surrender to its control, which sent blissful thrills of delights along her skin as well as down into the blank depths of her mind.

The same pleasurable wave reached a special place at the roots of her subconscious. Unlocking an area of memories she diligently remembered to forget...

This wasn't the first time she had experienced this.

Somewhere deep in her relaxed self, she understood that the vague dreams that plagued her of late weren't dreams at all. Night after night, a presences slipped into her bedroom, slowly seducing her into a deep slumber that left her awake and helpless.

Immobile in a body so relaxed that she couldn't move a muscle while the silky voice spoke in the depths of her thoughts...

Unable to resist the pull of its words as the warmth that trapped her gently caressed her body with an unseen touch. Masterfully playing along her skin to elicite the most pleasurable of sensations from her nerve endings in a way that further seduced her to accept and give into its controlling presence.

Rewarding her more and more with increasing pleasure as her mind slowly gave way...

The entity could barely do anything except tempted her to accept it again at first. However, the more she unknowingly gave in, the more it could reward and the deeper it could influence. Little by little... Night by pleasurable night... It slipped in deeper and deeper until its presence became so strong that it could begin to do more than simply seduce and influence.

Just like before, she lay motionless and completely open to its words...

No trace of resistance or spike of denial as she obediently listened and embraced the Domination it was implanting within her.

She stared at the empty ceiling, feeling the power course through her like addictive ecstasy... Understanding all over again that her body and mind no longer belonged to her.

And that was perfectly acceptable... Desirable even...

She was being transformed for a new purpose and even though her euphoric mind had no clue what that could be, she knew that it would feel even better than surrendering herself to the power that now held her in thrall...

Some time later, she woke up from her nap feeling incredibly refreshed and rested. She got up, remembering to forget everything that had just happened as she made her way to the living room to continue her day.