Foxtrotter's Kinky Thoughts

"No, I'm not… uhmmm… I mean, um, I'm, I'm paying attention, I promise. I was just thinking, uhm… what would you have done if it worked?" Caitlin wiped away a trickle of drool from the corner of her mouth, suddenly and acutely aware that her tongue kept creeping past her lips and flicking against the air every time she paused to collect her scattered thoughts. It was enough to make her wonder if she'd really managed to resist after all… but of course that was absurd. Jared wasn't some kind of secret genius hypnotist, whatever he might have claimed, and even if Caitlin had enjoyed relaxing and staring at his necklace she never went into any kind of trance.

But if she had, well… Caitlin couldn't help noticing the bulge in Jared's trousers, a sign of his evident arousal, and she found herself wondering what had gotten him so worked up about the notion of hypnotizing his cute blonde study partner. "Um, like, would you have… uhmmm… made me do stuff? Because that, uhh, that would be… I mean, not that I would, be… because it didn't, uhm, work, but, uhhh…." She trailed off into a long silence after that, looking up at him with her deep brown eyes and fully surrendering to the urge to extend her tongue and flick it lewdly up and down like she was licking an invisible cock, and even though it briefly occurred to Caitlin to wonder why she was on her knees in the first place she felt relaxed and reassured by her own subtle, insistent conviction. The hypnosis hadn't worked. She didn't need to resist because there was nothing to resist. This was….

God, this was fucking slutty was what it was. Caitlin just knew how she had to look right now, kneeling in front of the couch in nothing but her bra and panties and a lace choker Jared had decided to gift her with at some point in the evening, slurping at the air with her tongue while drool slowly trickled down her chin. But somehow she couldn't bring herself to care. "Would you, w-would you make me, uhmm… suck?" she babbled, barely able to keep herself from licking at nothing long enough to get the words out. "Uh, your cock, I mean. Would you make me suck it if the hypnosis worked?" There was no way Jared could take that as anything but an invitation, and sure enough he undid his fly and pulled his stiff prick out of his boxers to jut directly at Caitlin's attentive gaze.

That made her pussy flare so hard with white-hot lust that she could practically feel the wet spot soaking into her panties, and even though Caitlin managed to briefly wonder when and why she'd gotten almost completely undressed she couldn't hold onto the thought when there was a big hard cock right there in front of her. "Cah ah wuhhh," she mumbled, before realizing her jaw had fully locked into a perfect dicksucking 'O' and turned her words into an indistinct grunt. "I, I mean I would. If… if you really hypnotized me. If it really worked." She was vaguely, distantly aware that he replied, but his voice was just warm sound in her ears like the adults in 'Peanuts' now and all she could really focus on was the tiny bead of precum gathering at the tip of his prick.

"Muhhh… maybe you could try again?" she managed to stammer out, in the last few moments before her urge to suck became utterly uncontrollable and she engulfed Jared's cock in her mouth in a single swift gulp. He took out the pendant again, holding it just above her head, and Caitlin felt a warm euphoria blossom in her brain as she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. This time, she decided, she wasn't going to try to fight it anymore.

getting fucked right to the edge and desperately trying to plead and ask, "Wait wait- please- can I cum? I'm gonna cum, please please-"

Oh, you sweet thing.

"Degrade you? That's- why would I do that? You deserve to think nice things about yourself!"

Hello there! Welcome, welcome, please tell the lovely folks at home about yourself.

"Um… hi. [waves sheepishly] My name's Bailey, Bailey O'Rourke, and I come from Manhattan, Kansas; I'm twenty-two and I'm studying sociology at NYU. I'm, uhh, I'm about five foot two, green eyes, red hair [gestures to her short auburn hair] I'm a Libra, I'm a big fan of Tame Impala and Lake Street Dive, and I guess it turns out I'm highly susceptible to hypnosis."

Mhmm, and what made you realize that?

"Well, when I came to this party, there was, like, a really cool rave mix and a light show? And the host--well, I guess not the actual host, because that's you, but, like, this guy up at the front, he told us that the light show was geared to produce a hypnotic effect that would try to lure us over to the door on the far end of the room. But it was, like, a low-key thing, the kind of stuff you could resist if you really tried to. And if you weren't, um… weak-willed and gullible."

You're very cute when you blush, Bailey. So what happened?

"I signed a waiver, 'cause I guess you had to if you wanted to get in, and… y'know, I started drinking, and dancing, like you do, and it was… nice. Like, really nice. And I mean, at first I kept thinking about what that guy told me, and wondering if I was actually being pulled to one side of the room or another, but after a while I decided it was all just a prank and I should just relax and enjoy myself. And I did, but then I noticed kind of out of the corner of my brain that I felt better and happier when I let myself, um… wander. In one particular direction. And eventually I wandered right through that door he pointed at."

And what was on the other side, Bailey?

"A… a big screen, with this huge spinning spiral. Really, um, really magnetic. And there was this voice there, playing through speakers, it, um… it sounded like you, honestly. And it was talking, and I kind of tuned it out a little 'cause I guess I was so deeply hypnotized, but I remember it told me I'd know when I was ready to go into the next room. And yeah, after I stared at it for a while, suddenly I felt this intense urge to strip naked and come in here, and… and talk to you for the cameras, I guess."

Because you're very suggestible.

"I am. I'm really suggestible, very easy to hypnotize and enslave, and, um… it makes me wet? I'm really wet right now. It's embarrassing, but I am so fucking turned on by being brainwashed like this. W-what's going to happen to me next? Are you going to, like, kidnap me or something?"

No, no. Nothing like that. You're just going to spread your legs and show the audience how much you love being programmed to obey. Don't you want to do that, Bailey?

"I… ohhhh fuck, yesssss…."

Good girl.

Lily didn't believe in brainwashing when she agreed to submit to it--she just thought it would be a little bit of roleplay, more of the same kind of kinky shit Noah told her he was into before they even started dating because he didn't think it would be fair to Lily to spring that on her later. She figured she'd wear the collar for a few days, maybe a week or two, it would get her wet and Noah hard, and then they'd move on to bondage or blindfolds or whatever the next thing he wanted to try was. But it turned out all it took was three things to make her into his whimpering, submissive pet: A tug on the leash, a buzz on her clit, and the sound of a click.

The training started with a remote-controlled vibrator, and instructions to wear it under her panties every time she came over to Noah's apartment. He left the collar on a little table right next to the door, and the first thing he did as soon as Lily got inside was to clip it around her throat, give the small clicker in his pocket a clear, audible press, and then turn the sex toy all the way up to max for just a quick one-count. Then he took the leash and led her along, adding the command, "Heel," to make sure Lily understood that it was her responsibility to follow. The first few times she was caught so completely off-guard by the brief burst of intense, buzzing ecstasy that Noah had to repeat the command, but after a week or so it became second nature to her.

The leash was pretty long, about ten feet, although it got shorter and shorter as Lily's training went on. He usually led her over to the couch with it, although she quickly discovered she wasn't allowed to sit there anymore--instead, he'd made a nice cozy nest of blankets and pillows on the floor at his feet, and gave her a good long buzz as a treat the first time she sat there. Lily was quietly astonished that first day to discover exactly how wet all this was making her; she told herself at first it was just the toy, which had a nice strong vibration and rested comfortably against her clit, but by the second or third time Noah tugged her by the collar to sit up and give him a kiss and rewarded her with a click and another buzz Lily had to admit she was getting off on the whole aesthetic. Something about giving up control like this made her whole cunt throb so badly she couldn't wait to get into the bedroom and show him what it was doing to her.

They eventually did, after what felt like hours of tugs and clicks and buzzes, and the sex was absolutely fantastic, but Lily found that the anticipation was almost better than the event. Forty minutes of fucking, even amazing fucking with multiple climaxes, didn't make her leak into her panties the way that sitting on the floor watching television with her boyfriend and waiting for the next pull on the leash did, and Lily had to reconsider her stance on the effectiveness of the brainwashing after the day she forgot her phone on their way to dinner and caught herself stopping stock still just inside the door when she went back for it. Waiting for the collar. Waiting for the click. Noah had to go grab it instead, and that sent such intense shivers of arousal down Lily's spine that she barely remembered eating. It almost frightened her into putting the training on hold… but instead she asked if there was more he could teach her to do.

Of course you'd be even cuter chained up on your knees next to my bed. And it would be hotter to hear you begging needily in person. But we can't have everything, I suppose.

So, you’ve decided to edge. That’s great! It’s the first step to turning all those pesky brains into pretty pink mush. But, just rubbing without cumming isn’t good enough. Here are some easy tips to take your edging to the next level ❤️

Stick your tongue out 👅 like a cute little puppy. This is a great way of just feeling dumber when you rub. It’s pathetic and desperate and best of all adorable. Don’t be afraid to drool too. Let all that spit dribble over those big fake tits. Good girls look best covered in their own mess.

Don’t break eye contact 👀 Stare into the screen and never break away. Become obsessed, transfixed. Lock your eyes onto your porn. Even when your giving your pussy a break, keep filling that mushy brain with cocks and tits. Forget where you are, who you are, what you’re even doing. All you care about is how good it feels to rub and how jiggly her tits look when she bounces on that yummy cock.

Use headphones 🎧 just like you don’t want to see anything but tits, pussy and cock, you don’t want to hear anything but moaning and begging. Noise cancelling headphones are perfect for this. Not only will the moans fill your head, sounding like you’re actually there, it blocks out all those pesky distractions. Don’t worry about being walked in on. They’ll probably just start jacking off to what a pathetic little bimbo you are.

Mumble whatever your thinking 🧠 You don’t want to just rub, encourage that silly little imagination. Say whatever thoughts come into your head. Listen as they devolve slowly from thoughts to words. Thinking to repeating. “I wanna play with her big tits” will become “Bouncy. Bouncy. Bouncy” In no time. This can be made even better with headphones because you can’t hear yourself speak, so you think about it less. This is one of the hardest changes but also the most effective. Don’t force it, just keep speaking and let it happen. Best of all you’re showing your daddy just how stupid you’ve become ❤️ he’ll be so proud.

Suck on something 💋A dildo is best but anything work, lollipop, icy-pole, even your fingers. Even better if you can make it taste yummy. You want to teach your brain to love sucking. Connect the pleasure in your pussy to the joy of sucking. Soon you won’t be able to rub without something in your mouth. It’ll feel odd and you’ll miss it. You’ll be forced to fill your mouth every time you touch your pussy. Soon after that, the feeling won’t go away. It’s not just when edging now. It’s always. Your mouth feels empty without something in it, you need to suck to be happy. Daddy always lets you suck doesn’t he?

Taste yourself 👄 fall in love with the taste of your own pussy. Don’t just do it to be cute, do it because you like it. You want to taste your pussy. You want to be wetter so there’s more pussy juice to shovel into that dumb little mouth. It makes you happy. You need to be wet to taste but tasting makes you wet. Keep going. Taste and taste until your pussy is soaking wet and your cheeks are smeared with your own wetness. Train your pussy. It wants to be wet. It needs to be wet.

Add chance 🎲 Don’t just rub as long as you want, let change decide for you. There are a ton of edging games out there but you can make your own. It’s a fun way of submitting. You lose so much power, flipping a coin or rolling a dice, praying to finally be free. It’s an adrenaline rush that adds so much more to the experience. But along with that, it will push you and your pussy further than you ever could. Sure you might thinking edging 20 times is impressive but when you roll snake eyes and have to face a 50 edge punishment, you’ll reach a whole new meaning of cum crazy. Let your daddy make the rules if he wants, he can even enforce them as he wishes.

"Please... please... its not like that S... no. I can't. I can't re-relapse. I lost myself before. I wasn't... ME anymore I was... someone... something else."

"Tell me."

"P...please no... please don't make me s... say it. I'm begging you... I can't. Not again..."

"Tell me."

"I was y... Si... p... pleeease nooo...."

"Tell me."

"I w... was... y... your.... t-t-toy, S-Sir. mnnffff... oh f-f-fuck..."

"Why?"

"I-it f-felt g-good to o-obey... huuuuuhn!!! Aaahnnn!!!"

"Because?"

"Because o-obedience brings p-pleasure, S-Sir. Nnnngggg!"

""You still want to hear it though."

"I-I-I..."

"Tell me."

"Y-yes... NO! No, I can't go back there S-Sir..."

"Tell me where."

"Th-that e-empty place. The taste t-takes me there. I c-can't go back. I'll be lost a-again. P-please don't make me, Sir. It's t-too strong. I can't re-relapse."

"You still want to."

"Yes. NO! ...I-I d-don't knooow!"

"Why not?"

"I can f-feel you in m-my head ag-again Sir. It makes me feel so..."

"Feel so?"

"Em-empty a-a a-and..."

"And...?"

"O-obedient. Empty and obedient."

"See? It's easy."

"yesssss..."

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

"...yesss..."

"Being empty and obedient."

"Uuhhhggg..."

"Being my Toy."

"Hhhhnnnnn..."

"Being my...."

"Puh... pleezhe nuh, nuh... can-can't... don... don't say it... s... s... Sirrr..."

"Being my Good Girl."

"Uuuuuuhhhhhnnnnn!!!!"

"Show me."

"…gluk, gluk, gluk…." Marcie can still taste Dana's cunt on the cock in her mouth, a salty musk that mingles with Master's natural flavor and makes her fruitlessly aroused as she kneels on the floor and offers herself up for his pleasure. Even through layers of conditioning, she can't help envying the supine blonde laying semi-conscious on the bed on the other side of the room; it's been ages since Master used her pussy to get himself off, preferring instead to simply skullfuck her until his jizz dribbles down her chin and onto her pale, jutting tits, and despite the programming that made blowjobs a constant thrum of sexual euphoria Marcie was only human in the end. She craved a good hard fucking as much as the next slut. And it galled her to see another woman getting it.

"…gluk, gluk, gluk…." But she wouldn't get Master's cum. Dana was only barely eighteen, her lush hips and fertile womb just waiting to get pregnant, and that would raise a number of awkward questions from the parents of the young woman who lived next door that Marcie and her Master weren't prepared to answer. They could easily explain away her constant presence at the neighbors' house, they could count on Dana's mesmerized discretion to paper over the gradually increasing distance between the bright college student she was everywhere else and the dazed, distracted girl she was becoming at home… but a baby would give away a little too much of the truth. Better to just relieve his sexual tension by fucking his wife's face when he was done with his new slut.

"…gluk, gluk, gluk…." Someday, even that will be denied her. Marcie knows how well Dana's programming is coming along, she can see how easily the pretty young blonde with the rosy cheeks slips under for Master now without even the faintest trace of resistance, and she's sure it's only going to be a matter of months before Dana begs him to finish off in her mouth once he's done fucking her into blank, obedient rapture. Once she's that well-trained, all that will be left for Marcie to do is kneel in the corner with her legs spread and her hands on her knees and watch the two of them fuck while her pussy leaks all over the floor. She loves the thought, because Master's brainwashed her to love it and she always thinks as she's told, but she can't help aching with constant simmering frustration at the entire idea.

"…gluk, gluk, gluk…." Which is all part of the point. Master loves Marcie when she's eager to please, and nothing makes her more obedient than a constant fog of simpering lust and the subtle, inchoate insistence in the back of her mind that if she only does better and submits more completely to Master's will, he'll finally give her the climax she's been desperately craving for almost two years now. Even though she knows it's a lie she's telling herself, even though she knows it's not really her lie but an implanted post-hypnotic suggestion her husband used to make her weak and vulnerable to his whims, Marcie can't stop herself from believing it.

"…gluk, gluk, gluk…." So Dana's going to get all the fucking from now on. She's going to get all the climaxes. And someday Marcie's only role will be to lick the semen off her lips after Master finishes cumming in her mouth. But until that day, there are still pleasures allowed only to her… and as Master's balls tighten and release and she feels hot salty jizz spraying onto her tongue, Marcie savors each and every one of them.