I just LOVE to be worshipped and treated like a goddess,

and I don’t think that’s too much to ask~

Everyone who bows to me just ends up so very blessed🍀

No, I mean it. Listen to a file or two (could be mine, but it's not required), and then walk your mindless self to your nearest mirror and stare at yourself.

Look at your relaxed posture, your glassy eyes, and your slack jaw. Notice how deeply malleable of a puppet you are.

I’m Audrey.

I am a World Famous Erotic Hypnotist~

And I’m here to

Break.

Your.

I know you’re gonna drop for me!

4, 5, 6–

cause I know all the hypno tricks!

7, 8, 9–

You're being gently caressed in places that are basically never exposed to another person's touch, and aren't supposed to.

But they are now. You're being intimately touched in those parts, your reaction and instincts exploited while their fingers are exploring you and driving you crazy. On purpose.

And they're forcing you to laugh while doing so. You've been overpowered, strapped down. And you have to laugh at the person who is doing this to you, unable to even verbally defend yourself as laughter drives you incoherent.

You have to hear them speak full of fake pity "Awww, poor thing, you're so ticklishhhhh" while touching, tickling you where they shouldn't as you sit there, powerless, reduced to a giggling little victim being sexually dominated.

So tired of going over it, over and over.

So for just a lil while.

Let’s make it all

stop.

There’s no reason to think,

no reason to be anything other than

exactly what I tell you to

be.

Let’s take all of the weight,

and just let it go,

Pits completed stretched out and tied above your head, no way to stop the tickling on your exposed and vulnerable pits.

It’s not like other spots that have no cover. Pits are meant to be covered by your arms and having them pulled back might be one of the most defenseless feeling ever