close the doors, please.

I say that medication saved my life to her and that she shouldn’t generalize all of humankind with something that stupid.

She responds by saying I should stop minimizing her experience while maximizing drama

(Continued)

His hand is on your thigh and his face is in your hair. “You’re aroused” he says. It’s as much a statement of fact as a command. You nod.

“Feel yourself getting hotter… hotter.“ You writhe as he runs his hands over you and whispers to you about how good this feels, how much pleasure you feel. You are squirming and making little moans under his hands. You know this is going to make you cum. He’s going to make you cum.

“The first one is free” he says “You’ll let me know when you’re ready to cum. You will say ‘l’m ready.’ Hotter, now. More and more aroused.”

You whimper and push your body closer to him. You’re close.

“Closer.” He orders. You collapse into the bed and he moves so he’s completely on top of you. All of your muscles are tight. Your body feels like it’s struggling against itself on the verge of…

“I’m ready.”

“Tell me you want to cum.”

“I want to cum.”

“You may.” He says “cum.”

Your body reacts before you do. Your muscles release (and tense again and release and tense and…). You wrap your arms around him and press your face into his chest, to muffle your screams. He grabs a handful of your hair and holds you there until your screams fade to gasps and you relax.

“How do you feel?”

You catch your breath “Good.”

“Good.” His smile changes “Again. Cum.”

You do.

“Drop deeper” he tells you. “The harder you cum, the deeper you go into trance.“

***

Your eyes open. You sit up and you’re staring into his warm, brown eyes again. “What do you want right now?” He asks.

“Kiss you.”

“Think about how badly you want that. Let yourself feel how badly you want to kiss me. You can try to kiss me now and find you can’t. That turns you on, doesn’t it?”

Your eyes shift away from his eyes and focus on his lips.

“That’s it. Wanting to kiss me so badly, but completely unable. You keep trying to kiss me as you get hotter and hotter. More and more aroused as you try to kiss me and my power over you holds you back. You know that when you do get to kiss me, you’re going to orgasm.”

You nod.

“That’s right. Now keep getting hotter and hotter until you’re right on the brink. So aroused you are almost ready to cum. You know that when you are ready, you’ll be able to lean forward and kiss me.”

You nearly lunge at him and, as your lips meet his, the orgasm hits you. It’s more intense – the contractions hit every muscle in your body. He catches you and lets you kiss him. He moves his arms to support you as he takes over the kiss. It is definitely him kissing you, now, as he lowers you back

Down.

Your body goes limp as it hits the mattress. The last aftershocks of your orgasm fade and every muscle in your body relaxes. You cannot move. Your eyes are closed and you are dropping deeper and

“Cum.”

Another orgasm tears into you. Your body won’t respond to you right now, but it responds to him instantly and perfectly. You feel his hands on your arms as your body tenses, almost like it’s straining against invisible bonds, and releases. You feel his hands on your chest and shoulders as you relax and go limp.

“Again.” He says “Cum.”

And you do. “Harder.” He says “Cumming harder and harder as you drop deeper into trance. Unable to stop until you are so deep, deeper than you’ve ever been before.”

You thrash and scream as you drop. You buck your hips. You make noises that are difficult to transliterate. You go deeper. You can hear him and feel him, commanding and encouraging you to keep cumming. To keep going deeper. You can’t stop. You’re falling.

“You want a massage?” It’s a question, but considering Mark has just pulled the oil from the microwave, Carly barely thinks of it as one.

She puts on her best pout. “Whenever you massage me, I end up in a trance.”

“What? Is that a problem?” He grins, turning the oil back and forth as he walks towards her. “Here I thought you loved going under for me. Getting more and more relaxed, your thoughts hazy…”

“Yes!” she laughs, snatching the oil from his hands. If he keeps talking, she knows she’ll drop. She’s terribly suggestible.

“Why?”

“I’ll never be able to get a real massage again. You’re going to condition me into trancing out whenever I see a bottle of oil.” She sticks her tongue out.

He purrs, grabbing her hands and tugging her closer, the bottle of oil caught between them. “Would that be so awful? It sounds like the massages are meant to be relaxing.”

“They are.” She kisses his neck with a shiver. “That’s why I’ll be so upset if you ruin them.”

“They won’t be ruined.” His voice is smooth as he strokes her hair. “Just imagine going into that room, with the light incense and soft music. Maybe just some waves against the shore. And there’s the oil.”

She sighs, eyes closed as she pictures it. “And I’ll go blank.”

“No, no. You won’t go blank from that. You’ll see the oil and you’ll think about how warm it is – just like it’s so warm in your hands right now. It’s so warm, so nice…you just want to focus on that feeling, don’t you, Carly?”

Her eyes are closed, and her breath is one long, shivering sigh. “Yes, Master.”

Mark smiles. She always goes down fast – he’s taken her under often enough that it’s as natural as falling asleep. He kisses the top of her head. “Good girl. What would you do next to get ready for your massage?”

“Undress.”

“Then you should strip.” He adds with a laugh, “To your comfort level – but if I’m your masseuse, there’s no reason not to be naked.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl,” he praises again. He watches her little shiver of arousal as her shirt falls to the floor. It isn’t long until all of clothing is stripped away. He’s seen it a thousand times, but he never tires of letting his eyes roam of her naked, beautiful body, her face slack as she relaxes for him - as she becomes his perfect slave. “Lay down on the bed.”

She walks to the bedroom and crawls onto the comforter belly down. He’d give her ass a slap, but she’s not deep yet, and he doesn’t want to wake her. As he crawls onto the bed, he can’t help but notice how wet she is and nudge her legs open further. He was going to give her a massage, take her deeper, but he supposes a lick wouldn’t hurt. He slides her tongue from her clit all the way up to her ass, and grins at the rewarding moan.

WRONG

Trap Master can only be flipped during your turn or by the effect of another card. Since no card has been activated to trigger such an effect, Trap Master cannot be activated in response to Trap Stun.

The effect of Prediction Princess Tarotrei can flip trap monster face up on the opponents turn. 

Once we send that Prediction Princess Tarotrei to the graveyard, our trap sealing will stick around.

Ritual Sealing does not negate, only destroy. Prediction Princess Tarotrei is destroyed, but its effect is still carried out.

I need your assistance. 

I’m working on a project, a supersecret project, that has to do with hypnosis, and I need some people to help me beta-test it. 

It involves trancey things and a website that will (should) take you in and out of trance repeatedly, no triggers or programming or suggestions or anything like that. Just me trying new ways of putting people into trance. 

If interested, please reblog. 

Mental health problems

Drunk girl scratched me when I tried to help her out of an empty hotel bathtub

Ex-best friend literally stabbed me in the back with an ice skate (should be noted that it was 100% an accident)

I lifted my face from her breasts and looked down at her. She’d draped her body loosely my bed, her right arm curved above her head, hand resting lazily against the headboard. My eyes finally settled on hers, which twinkled at me. She raised an eyebrow.

I moved my head to the crook of her neck and breathed in. I could smell the scent of her with a hint of shampoo. I breathed out, then back in, deeper this time. She smelled so good. I breathed again, even deeper now.

“Intoxicating, isn’t it?”

“Mm?” I barely stirred.

“I’m intoxicating.”

“Mmmyeah” I sighed. Another deep breath.

“You find my smell intoxicating.”

“Mhm.” I was inclined to agree as long as she’d let me keep my nose in the hair by her neck. She’s right.

“How does my smell make you feel?”

“Nnnnnn”

“Answer me.” Her tone was suddenly forceful.

“D-dizzyyy…”

“Good. Continue.”

“Lustful. Suggestible. Wanton.”

“That’s right.” Her hand crept into my hair as I buried my face deeper in her neck. “You do feel dizzy and suggestible, like you’ve been drugged.”

“Druuuuhhhh…” I repeated.

Her fist tightened in my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to meet her eyes “AND you feel lustful and wanton, like you can’t resist me and would do anything I ask.

I tried to nod, but her hand wouldn’t let me. I blinked instead.

“Gooood.” She said “I’m completely intoxicating.”

I blinked again. She pushed me back into her neck “breathe me in again.” I did.

And deeper.

Deeper.

DEEPER.

“You want to taste, don’t you?”

“Ahah” I mumbled.

“Yes. Even though you know my taste is so much stronger than my smell.”

“Yyye”

“Taste me.” She ordered.

This slightly different take on drug play was inspired by … well, you can probably figure that out on your own.  ;^)

© Copyright 2017 by Wiseguy

My naked ass hit the bed with a solid thump and I sat there, panting, while Dani worked my shorts and underwear down my legs and off, taking extra care around the massive construct of bandaging that mummified my lower left leg and foot.

This is my first ever induction I wrote.

I am going to take you on a journey. This journey is going to be one through your mind. You have already looked into the spiral, the entrance to your mind. Reading my words is relaxing, isn’t it? You don’t have to think, you only have to relax, and have fun, and read my words, and follow my instructions. You like relaxing don’t you? Well you just have to follow my words to be able to relax. And this relaxed feeling, the one you got from staring into the spiral, it never has to end. With each word you read, you get more and more relaxed, more and more calm. Imagine you are on a beach, laying in the warm sunlit sand. It is just the right temperature, not to warm, not too cold, just the perfect temperature for you. You can hear the distant waves of the ocean crashing against the beach, the soft sounds of the wind blowing through the tallgrass. Its so nice, you just want to relax, don’t you? You feel the sand, where it touches your body, starts to tingle, starting from the bottom of your toes, to your entire foot, to your heel. It works its way up your body, through your calf, kneecap, thigh, to your butt. Tingly, relaxing feeling all thought out your lower body. It works its way to your chest, your breasts, to your shoulders, and from your shoulders out to your arms and hands, then to your fingers. Everything is relaxing, everything is going tingly, then it works its way to your neck, your lower jaw, and then your nose. Tingly, relaxed, sleepy, your body is going numb, as it works its way past your eyes and encompasses your entire body. It makes you feel heavy, relaxed, sleepy. You want to close your eyes but you know you can’t, otherwise you would miss more instructions. How do you feel? Being relaxed makes you feel blank. Being blank makes you feel submissive. Being submissive makes you feel obedient. Obedience makes you feel relaxed. Every word you read, it makes you feel twice as relaxed, twice as blank, twice as obedient, twice as submissive.

“Freeze all motor functions,” obviously.

“That’s enough, (name),” for blankness.

“Limit emotional affect.”

“Analysis,” could be interesting, much as it’s used with hosts, for checking in on a subject’s thought process. Also, “Resuming.”

Making things unable to be seen, such that the subject responds with, “It doesn’t look like anything to me.” (Also possibly, “What door?”)