Strawberries & Creampies

"That's right, somebody's a sleepy girl, aren't they?" Rose couldn't really talk, not with her tongue so thoroughly occupied, but she made a grunt that sounded vaguely affirmative and that seemed to satisfy Leslie because her smooth, hypnotic voice continued in the same soft cadence that had proved so effective in lulling Rose into a state of deep relaxation. "Yes, of course she is, she's sleepy because my pussy's just full of sleepy juice and every time she licks she gets dumber and weaker and dreamier for Mistress. The more she licks, the less she thinks, and the less she thinks, the more my silly girl licks, isn't that true?"

Rose grunted again, the response mere automatic instinct now--she wasn't really thinking anymore, she was too sleepy for that, and her thoughts kept dissociating into dream-babble that only tangentially resembled actual coherent awareness. It was the constant use of the third person that really messed with her head, not that she was really able to make sense of the exact reason behind her susceptibility to Leslie's mesmerizing influence; the more Rose listened, the easier it became to believe herself nothing more than a drifting passenger inside her own head, sleeping peacefully in warm, drowsy comfort while someone else licked the musk out of Leslie's messy cunt and let it drug her deeper into obedience. Increasingly, she wasn't even sure where Leslie's words ended and she began.

Or if she began. "That's right, sound asleep and dreaming of that pretty pussy, dreaming of the taste and scent and the way all that sleepy juice covers those pretty cheeks," Leslie purred. "Every time my silly, sleepy girl wakes up she wakes up a little bit more lost in my power, lost in my will and her mind gets softer and squishier and happier to be shaped by my irresistible control. Those eyes are tight shut now, stuck shut until I tell them to open, and when they open again my pretty pet's going to want to be my cuntslut even more, isn't she?" Rose didn't remember responding. The internal narrative of her own mind had gone almost completely silent now, and what little consciousness she had remaining was caught up in helpless fascination with the act of her own cunnilingus.

But her tongue kept moving, lapping up more and more of the slick mess between Leslie's thighs, and even though she could no longer think Rose nonetheless intuitively understood the feedback loop that was dragging her down into Leslie's control as surely as an anchor. She'd been hypnotically conditioned to associate the taste of Leslie's pussy with defenseless slumber, and when she was deep and drowsy and helpless like this the only thing she wanted to do was kneel down between her Mistress's legs and lick her cunt. And since Leslie's own thirst for dominance was every bit as insatiable as her lust for sex, there was never a point where Rose could escape the conditioning that sent her further and further into irresistible obedience. Just a single weekend had brainwashed her inexorably into slavery.

And they had a whole week before anyone would even wonder where Rose was. "Don't worry, sweetie, Mistress is going to take good care of my dumb, sleepy little girl," Leslie cooed, her hand resting possessively on the back of Rose's head and tangling into her chestnut hair, and even though Rose had already been too deeply hypnotized to care about much of anything beyond the taste of cunt she somehow managed to sink even further into drowsy bliss when she felt her lover's touch.

At night, you fall asleep with her nipple in your mouth, suckling, and wake up with your face still pressed tightly against her soft pillowy chest. She strokes your hair, says good morning, and tells you how good you were to stay close to mommy's boobies all night long.

She takes great care to make sure you're touching her chest as much as possible. Even when you aren't feeling sexual at all, you're still absentmindedly stimming with her boobs or using them as a pillow. You suck on them so much, drinking her sweet milk, and she always makes sure to tell you how big they'll grow with your help, and even though they're gigantic already, she talks about how she can't wait til they outgrow her special bra.

It’s been… months, probably, since you’ve chosen what you eat for a meal, I don’t think you’d be able to think of three of them a day anymore. It’s been even longer than that since you’ve chosen your own clothes. I can’t remember the last time you washed your own hair. If I gave you my phone to call for a rescue, would you know how to use it or would you stare at it empty-eyed, like the animal I’ve turned you into? You should be grateful I do so much for you.

Not to mention all that horrible human life stuff I’ve let you get out of. Do you remember resumes? Job hunting? Rent? Do you even know how much the mortgage on this house is? I mean, honestly, did you even know that I own the house that I keep you in? I’d never throw in your face how much I spend, thats my responsibility as your captor, but do you consider how little you have to think about? You don’t wanna be thrown back to the wolves. It would just crush a helpless little thing like you.

What’s so good out there, pet? You eat from my hand, and I feed you well. You wear nice clothes I picked out just for you and I dress you up every day. The bed in your cage is soft and comfortable. You get to spend most of your day drawing or making things or kneeling by my desk while I work. You used to complain about never reading and now you go through the books I give you so quickly, I worry the library will get suspicious. Isn’t this how you’re meant to live? Isn’t this what’s good for you?

I’ve heard people compare trance to the phenomenon known as “highway hypnosis”—the experience of driving from one point to another and zoning out so much during the journey that you forget how you managed to arrive at your destination 

@kidmograph Here is a fun representation of zoning out while driving--do not attempt to actually do this, by the way

Maybe the lulling, whirring, routine of driving or riding is related to my love of watching train videos

A video of a train in Switzerland (the train view beings around 1:39) I am drawn to videos such as the one above that show the point-of-view of the train, as if I am flying, suspended in front of the train, surrounded by the sounds of bells and the dull whir of machine over tracks, the hum of displaced wind

But why? Why enjoy these rather repetitive videos?

It turns out, I was watching train videos and unknowingly hypnotizing myself. I had never watched these videos seeking out trance. I just tended to turn to them when I was anxious and felt in need of zoning out

I exhale a sigh of relief I blur along with the greenery out the window

I love hypnosis trains

And they remind me of a particular type of hypnotic gif, the tunnel gif

@kraftundlicht Here is what I mean by a hypnotic tunnel I stare at it and feel as if I'm moving along with the gif, as if it is taking me with it into its dreamy realm of the mysterious, guiding sphere and the planks of clouds it breezes past

@pi-slices

Some of these tunnels are straightforward, although still delicious in their hypnotic allure

@karmanistic

While some hypnotic tunnels slide away from tunnel territory and I love them for their rebellion, dizzy, trying to type as they whirl

Some tunnels are more like roadways, such as the one above I feel as if I'm being pulled into their sparkling cityscape with its stars and red whizzes of arches and aircraft

This is a curious one I fly over the road toward a friendly, rainbow-accented destination My eyes glaze over a little I am like one of the birds flapping in the distance And I love the surreal element of the keyboards on either side of the street--do they play as I progress forward?

@geyashvecova

Some tunnels feel more like wells into which I'm peering, looking into the glittering depths, depths that sparkle as if winking while they pull me down, down into a fuzzy state of mind

These tunnels are magical versions of the hypnosis trains

Here, I imagine sitting on the bench, resting my head against the wall and letting the trees lull me to sleep, lull me under as the tunnels do

What is so alluring about movement? What is so stilling? Because as I watch the movement, my mind, as I stare, my mind slows--enjoying an inverse relationship with the hypnosis train or tunnel

@pi-slices

Do I prefer tunnels to spirals? No. They each have their merits. But with a tunnel there does seem to be something extra:

mystery--

you never know where you will end up; you rarely know what might emerge from the tunnel to surprise you

@hamlet

yeah i’ve been hanging out in her hab a lot to be honest… its just nice to be around her…

hm? yeah of course her Mistress is there usually, why wouldn’t she be?

why would i be worried? Miss Orchidia is adamant she respects my independence! and honestly it feels really nice being there… i almost feel more at home than in my own hab unit! it just so warm and comforting and-

her “bio-“ what now? biorhythm?

i think i would have noticed her core beating, like isn’t it obvious and loud?

w-what do you mean i’ve been tapping my fingers on the table this whole time… n-no it’s just this… this song is stuck in my head… i can’t quite make it out but…

What about ~

Come here princess, mommy wants to use that pretty little cunt of yours for a bit. ❤️

Of couse you can lick it as long as you want, thats what your're here for sweetie. So I can spoil you rotten with my superior cock. 🥰

...and afterwards we can cuddle while my cock is still inside you, gotta make sure none of my cum leaks out and goes to waste after all. You'd like that wouldnt you. 😊

You look so wonderful all pregnant with mommys seed. ❤️‍🔥

~

What if you woke up one morning in a strange bed with no memory of the night

What if you were terrified, you beg and plead for me to let you go, you promise not to tell anyone, you tell me you'll do anything to earn your freedom, I just look at you with pity in my eyes

What if I cooked you all your favourite foods, sat and watched and made sure you ate three times a day (plus snacks and desert)

What if I made sure you had your meds at a regular time every day

What if I turned off all the lights and WiFi at a set time each night forcing you into a good sleeping pattern

What if you were still terrified, , every day just waiting for me to use you or abuse or hit you just like everyone else who's ever had power over you

What if I was kind

What if you finally let me hold you, collapsed into my arms, let yourself cry