Jam/Jamie’s World

I bring you to the mall and a clerk asks you how your day went, and I am standing by the door starring at you. You wouldn't want to be rude would you?

then, over the course of many sessions, they change small aspects of your personality, one at a time. it's so slow and gradual that you don't even notice, and after a few months you're a whole different person. a much happier person!

it feels great to get better. all of this makes perfect sense. why wouldn't you trust a professional?

you like your therapist a lot. they're so sweet, and it's clear they know what's best for you.

eventually, you find yourself thinking about them in between appointments, wishing your next session would come sooner. it drives you crazy. you decide to bring it up, and they agree: it would be good for you to see your therapist much more often. it's obviously what you need.

You’re pressed against the other side. There’s a monster with you, huge and strong and pinning you to the door. Its cock is buried balls deep inside of you, so big that it bulges out your abdomen, visibly throbbing from the outside. Your belly is red and swollen from gallons of thick, hot monster cum. The monster moves its hips, its cock stirring up your insides. It’s been using you for days on end, so long that you can’t remember what it feels like to be empty.

You tell the visitor that you’re fine. It’s just that you’ve gotten really busy or something. Any excuse to make them stop worrying and decide to leave. It’s a struggle to keep yourself from moaning and crying as you talk. Maybe you could be saved if you asked for help. But you don’t know what the monster will do to you or the visitor if they find out.

just tried to see how deep i can stuff a dildo down my throat and

a) roughly 30cm

That I Am Thinking About For No Reason Whatsoever Obviously

Suggestions to increase arousal, particularly increasing the need to touch between the subject's legs, coupled with a suggestion that whenever they try to touch, their hands automatically go elsewhere no matter how hard they try. Nipples are always fun, but somewhere slightly humiliating like their elbow or earlobe can be fun too, and regardless, touching the alternate body part only increases the need between their legs. Then just sit back and watch.

A resistance game in which the subject has to resist touching while the hypnotist gives whatever suggestions they want to increase desire/coerce them. Of course, as soon as the subject gives in, they don't get to enjoy touching, because they'll instantly drop deep into trance, falling into limp, helpless surrender, still hopelessly needy and completely at the hypnotist's mercy.

Alternately, a trap in which the subject is incapable of stopping to touch after they start, regardless of what else the hypnotist is doing to them, how many times they cum, or how overstimulated they get, until the hypnotist releases them from the suggestion.

State fractionation between the subject being deep in trance, loose and limp and desperately horny and the subject being awake and alert, compelled to touch themself, and desperate to drop.

Arousal control with a kiss from the hypnotist as an orgasm trigger, keeping the subject in a heavy and helpless state. They can beg for a kiss as they get needier and needier, if the hypnotist allows them to talk, anyway. Bonus points if the hypnotist teases the subject by holding their face a couple millimetres away knowing that the subject is too heavy and limp to close the gap. Extra bonus points if the hypnotist can tease the subject's body as much as they like because a kiss from the hypnotist is the subject's only way to cum, regardless of any other stimulation...

Their voice sounded so nice. They wouldn’t hurt you. It was safe to have them this close to you, wasn’t it? “That would be so cruel. So hurtful to the rest of your party. But feel how good you’re feeling right now…” Their soft hand touched your cheek.

You let out a noise. A whimper? A moan? You couldn’t tell. That touch was… Delightful. “Shh…” The demon said, pressing a finger to your lips. Almost unresistingly, your mouth opened. The demon giggled as their finger slipped inside your mouth, and you began to such.

“That’s it… Let Sinder do the thinking for you now.” They said. “It feels so good to listen, to do as you’re told. Really, it would be a betrayal to your friends to not let them feel this. So you’re going to help me, aren’t you? You’re going to help me get inside their heads.”

You were nodding, as you continued to suck on that finger. The longer you sucked, the more difficult it became to stop. Though… Why would you want to stop? That was a silly idea. You met the demon’s gaze, and felt yourself melting, into a blissful puddle of obedience.

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