Just tell me what you want.
“I want… I want your cum, Master. All over me. I want you to spray it all over my tits, all over my belly, big gushing squirts of it all over your hypnotized sex slave’s skin. I want to be marked as your property, I want to… oh fuck, Master, I want everyone to see how owned and mindfucked and brainwashed I really am. I want to walk out of this room naked, wander down the street with your seed dripping off of my nipples and running down my body in long, pearly streaks and smile at everyone who stares at me in shock. I want to be your cumslut, Master. I want to be your obedient fucking cumslut.
"No, not… not even ‘want’ anymore, Master. I need it. I need to jerk your hard cock in my hand, tell you what a good little slave bitch I am until you can’t stand it anymore and you need to shoot your load all over my pretty titties. Are you going to do that, Master? Are your heavy balls filling up with cum now, are you going to show me what a weak and helpless fucktoy I am by cumming on my slutty tits? Because I, I need that so much, Master. I need to please your cock, it’s… oh fuck, it’s my purpose. I know you put that in my head, but it feels so right. My purpose is pleasing Master’s cock. That, that’s why I want to show everyone, isn’t it? I want to show them that I’m a good girl who fulfilled her purpose by making her Master squirt.
"I… I dream about it, now. I didn’t even know you could do that with hypnosis, but ever since you started fucking my mind I’ve been dreaming about showing everyone just what it looks like when you cum all over me and claim me as your… mmmm, your mindless slut, your property, your needy little fucktoy. I, I dream about going to a con with you, and the second we get down to the clothing-optional area I strip naked and jack you off, right there in front of everyone, until you spray my tits with jizz and everyone can see that I’m really just an object to be used. And every time you get hard again, I take another one of your loads–on my face, in my hair, on my belly, between my legs, everywhere you feel like cumming–until I’m walking around just a naked, sticky mess for you.
"And… oh fuck, Master, I… in the dreams, you invite people to cum on me. Just casually, like it’s no big deal. Anyone you see with an erection, you’re just, 'Oh, would you like to empty those balls onto my fucktoy?’ and I can’t stop myself, I want to jack them off until they spray on me. And it doesn’t matter what cock it comes out of, it’s always Master’s seed. It always marks me as Master’s property. I know that doesn’t even make sense, but it feels true. Did–did Master brainwash me to think that? Are you turning me into a cumslut with your hypnosis, Master? Because if you’re not, you can. I, I want that. I want it so badly. I want to be covered in cum, Master, marked as yours. Please cum on me, Master. Please cum, please cum, please cum on your needy little fucktoy and make me your property and–oh! Oh, thank you, Master, thank you thank you thank you. Thank you so much!”
You’re welcome, good girl.
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