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Following the Carrot

“478…479…480…”

The numbers were getting louder in Amy’s head and her world was slowly coming back into focus. She blinked as she realized it was her voice counting.

“492…493…”

Her brain felt like a fine-tuning microscope as the edges of the room became sharper. Amy frowned. This wasn’t her room.

“497…498…499….500.”

Amy’s mind snapped back to full alert and she immediately froze in panic. It was weird enough that she didn’t recognize the living room she was kneeling in, and double weird that she couldn’t quite remember how she got there or why she was counting to 500 for no good reason. But all that paled in comparison to the bafflement the young lady felt when she realized there was a cheap-looking, plastic toy carrot dangling a foot and half from her face.

Amy glanced past the strange floating carrot at the wall mirror on the other side of the room. She could see the carrot tied to a thin pink string held by what looked like a toy fishing rod. She gasped and threw her hands up to her head.

Was she wearing a helmet?

#hypnokink #hypnosis #mind control #hypno fantasy

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pocket-watcher

I feel like we’re ignoring the potential of online forms having a literal SUMBIT button

“Okay! Great, now, you’ll just have to fill out this questionnaire and then we can get started. Remember to be honest with your answers.” The man smiled, a little too wide, gesturing to the computer in front of you.

You nodded. You really needed this job, and if the last hurdle in your way was a simple questionnaire? Well, you’d crush it.

The man, your future employer, stepped away as you began to fill out the questions.

Name. Age. Date of birth. Today’s date.

How did you hear about this job?

A friend of a friend, you wrote. Word of mouth.

Why do you want to work here?

You typed the word money, stifled a snort, before deleting it. This company is up and coming, a place to grow and learn with the company.

Do you work best managing yourself or being managed by others?

Definitely myself, you thought, before typing that you like a mix of both. That’s what employers want to hear, right?

No you don’t. Do you work best managing yourself or being managed by others?

What…? You scrolled to the other questions. They all read the exact same thing:

Do you work best managing yourself or being managed by others?

Creepy. Was someone watching the answers be filled in? You flushed at your fake answer earlier. Had they seen you type that?

Just to be safe, you wrote managed by others in the box. You scrolled to the next question.

It was now a video. How many workplace violations do you see in the above clip?

You breathed a slight sigh of relief at the normalcy of the question, and clicked play. It showed an office interior, with things like messy desks, a guy hitting a printer that wouldn’t work, and screens that were way too bright.

You began to type, watching the video to make sure you didn’t miss anything. Yeah, those screens were ridiculously bright, and the screensavers were sort of distracting. You didn't even glance at the keyboard as you typed out your answers.

Next question: Which of these is the appropriate work uniform?

Obviously not the maid outfit. Man, this was too easy. You clicked the suit and tie.

Incorrect. Which of these is the appropriate work uniform?

You watched as the mouth slowly moved towards the maid outfit. What the hell? You clicked the suit and tie image again. The screen flashed.

Incorrect. Which of these is the appropriate work uniform?

You looked around for the guy who led you in here earlier. Was this a joke? Some sort of prank? The job listing was real, the company was too — you'd researched them before applying.

You clicked on the maid outfit just to see if it would let you move on.

It did.

Good. The word sent a jolt through your spine. It was a pleasant but strange sensation. Click the following that applies to you:

I am a hard worker.

I am well motivated.

I always obey.

I am a good listener.

I want to sink.

The words began to swim in front of your eyes. Hazy. You shook your head, scrolling back up. Had all of the questions been this strange? You couldn't quite remember at this point. You skimmed through them, but it was your answers that made you stop.

Name: Toy.

Why do you want to work here? I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey. I want to obey.

How many workplace violations do you see in the above clip? Too many. The toys should be watching the video. They should be in uniform. They should be feeling good. Good toys make more good toys. They sink. They drift. They drop.

Everything was spinning now. You scrolled back down to see you'd answered all the questions.

All that was left to do was SUBMIT.

#hypnosis #brainwashing

pocket-watcher

Something I think would be fun to incorporate hypnosis in is a dragon with their treasure hoard. Either the dragon uses (something in) their hoard to draw someone in, or someone uses the dragon’s love for treasure to get them. If you’d like to try your hand at it, that’d be awesome :)

The gold was blinding.

The sun streamed in through a hole high in the cave’s ceiling, glittering, catching the sun just right that the jewels and swords and pearls and gold were a shimmering sea of treasure.

Treasure ripe for the taking.

Every adventurer had heard the saying: don’t steal from a dragon’s hoard.

But, desperate times called for… well, yeah, you get it.

The dragon was nowhere to be seen. What some people would call a red flag, could also be seen as an opportunity.

The knight had snuck in through the cave system as quietly as he could in full armour, and luckily nothing had seemed to see him.

But he saw the treasure. The glittering, glorious treasure.

So tempting.

It was mesmerising. So much wealth in one place. This could revive the kingdom, oh what they could do with that much gold. Feed the poor. Build armies. Destroy enemies. He salivated at the prospects.

And there was no dragon to stop him. He slowly climbed atop the heap of treasure and let it envelop him. The sight was dizzying. He almost wanted to sink into the massive pile.

The thought of danger had already left his mind, alongside most of his thoughts. His focus was solely on the sparkling that surrounded him.

He had to find something precious, worth a lot on his own. Once he found the perfect piece he’d go back to the kingdom and get help to come and collect the rest. A gemstone? A treasure chest? A necklace or crown? What would do it?

Eyes watched him, hungrily. He didn’t seem to notice.

Everyone knows dragons have hoards, but of what those hoards consist of? Well…

The knight fell to his knees. The mass of treasure burying his mind. The light ensnaring him fully. He was the dragon’s now.

Some dragons collect gold, but the most dangerous type is dragons that collect pets.

#hypnok1nk #hypnosis #dragon #fantasy

pocket-watcher

The most annoying this is that, in theory, a new technology that is secretly making you dumber and controlling your mind is REALLY hot

IN THEORY

Fiction doesn’t have all of the actual psychological impact on the masses and the environmental impact and also doesn’t chew up and spit out other peoples’ creative work without permission

#fuck ai #hypnok1nk #hypnosis

amuscobblestone

Sugar Cubes

A quick story inspired by @kinofanubis 's post

She strutted down the hall, her round hips swinging in her tight blue jeans, her raven-black hair splashing over her back. He always saw her walk out of her advanced Calculus class at exactly 10:38 every morning, organizing his schedule so that he visited his locker adjacent to the classroom at that precise time. He always pretended not to gaze at her sparkling blue eyes or her full, perky tits, darting his head away at the last second, but he was pretty sure she still caught him.

Once or twice, he thought she had even smiled.

One day, at exactly 10:38 a.m. when she emerged from the busy classroom, a red notebook slid out of her backpack, hitting the ground with a slap. He slammed his locker close and snatched it off the ground for her without even thinking.

“Hey, you dropped this!” he called.

She turned her head, her blue eyes opening wide. “Oh, thank you! You’re so sweet!” Her smiling lips were apple red.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it! I drop a lot of stuff, too!” he said, trying not to cringe at how awkward he sounded.

She crinkled her nose at him, smiling wider, before reaching into her bag and pulling out a box of sugar cubes.

“Want one?” she asked holding out the box.

#mind control #mind conditioning #brainwashing #hypnokink #hypnosis #pet play #petpl@y

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amuscobblestone

Confidence Booth

"Step right up! Step right up! Who wants a confidence boost?" The strawberry blond woman with the first three buttons of her blouse loose jeered at the crowd. She pointed to a young lady at the front of the crowd snacking on a cone of cotton candy, standing side by side with tall, lanky boy.

"How about you there, darling?" The blonde host said, raising her eyebrows at the couple. "Care to step in to our bonafide confidence booth? Free of charge! Guaranteed to work or your money back!"

"If it's free, how can you offer our money back?" The guy objected.

"Very cheaply, sir!" The blonde bubbled. "So whaddya say, Missy? Your boyfriend there won't mind, will he?"

"Its Mandy, not Missy," Mandy responded. "And Tim's not my boyfriend. We're just co-workers."

"Oh? Maybe he could use a spin in our little miracle booth too! I promise you'll both enjoy it!"

Mandy and Tim exchanged quizzical looks, but Tim eventually shrugged. "Why not? It could be good for a laugh later."

#hypnokink #hypnosis #mind control #brainwashing #exhibitionism

vamparchivist

My Hypnovember entries for the last 5 days! (I'm using Bun-Bot's prompts for this year) 🌀

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#hypnosis #hypnokink #mind control #brainwashing #art

meltmindme-deactivated20230926

Thriftstore Headphones

The headphones seem to be in good condition when Jem finds them at the back of the shelf. Large, cordless, white and gold, with comfortable looking over the ear muffs and the word “Erio” emblazoned over the ears. Besides, if they were broken, Jem would only be out two bucks. So they buy them and take them home, and once they’re charged up, they put them over their ears and start trying to connect them to their phone. (NSFW under the cut)

#hypnosis #dumbification #techno

hypnopum

The new VR headset was surprisingly light, and breathable. Its faceguard was gentle on your skin, and a soft light filled your vision as it turned on.

It had been billed as a “revolution in VR comfort and control” by the small company that made it. So of course, you had bought it.

And now, with it on your head, you had to agree that it was comfortable. And as the soft light of a start up screen filled your vision, you were taken away by the soft colours that filled your vision. Resolving into a gorgeous haze of light that you found captivating.

You hadn’t noticed the voices, whispering, echoing from the headphones. The voices that seemed to massage your brain, melting and moulding your thoughts, piece by piece. You didn’t care. It felt too good to want to stop. You wanted more of this. More bliss.

You felt the cables gently wrapping around your hands and legs, guiding you to a more relaxed pose. You couldn’t think, so it didn’t occur to you that the headset didn’t have cables with it. And over the course of minutes, you found your resistance crumbling.

Where there might have been a small part of your brain trying to resist before, now there was none. Just bliss, and willingness to give in. The cables guiding your hands and legs, making purchases, leaving reviews. And then came the pulses of pleasure.

Each pulse left your memory foggier and foggier. Before long, all that existed was the pleasure, as the voices guided your unguarded mind to forget.

You took the headset off, feeling dazed. You couldn’t remember what had just happened. But you knew that you wanted more.

#hypnosis #brainwashing #techno #tech #technology

amuscobblestone

Blank Spots

I spoke with my hypnotist last night and suddenly felt very motivated to write this. Story is between two people with penises.

Finally home from work and I’m sitting down to a nutritious dinner of the world’s blandest curry when my phone chimes.

Nuh-uh! No way. I couldn’t care if the tenement building burst a pipe and the first floor was drowning. I do not enter work calls when I’m off the clock!

I glance at the caller and realize it isn’t work. It’s a name I don’t recognize, but I know it’s important. I take one last, flavorless bite of my curry and then pick up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hello, toy.”

A silk ribbon runs through my head. It wraps around my thoughts and ties them up in snug little knots. It drifts around my face, caressing my cheeks, blindfolding my eyes. It pours into my ears like warm honey. The ribbon is your voice, breathy, sweet, and slightly feminine lulling my mind into a foggy cloud of sleepy pleasure. I float along with your dreamy voice.

“And wide awake!”

Suddenly I’m in my bedroom, the mood lighting on and my phone pointed at me from the nightstand. I see myself in the camera screen, completely naked and gyrating my body like a stripper. My body just moves to its own beat while I gape at myself, unable to stop.

I guess I could stop. It just feels too good to stop.

#hypnosis #hypnokink #mind control

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somnefarious

inkyfluffsdraws drew a cute prompt on twitter for hypnovember, so I drew a little something for it.

#hypnosis #art #comic

mas-o-kissed

Hypnovember Day 2: Wisp

I’m a little late but I wanted to share a story for this prompt! It’s kind of a horror story. CW for noncon mind control. Please read my DNI before interacting. (And especially, no minors)

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The wind was cold and dry against Cecil’s face, and for a moment he regretted journeying out into the woods that night. The sky was blue-black and ominous, and the moon only peaked from behind the clouds for fleeting moments before hiding its face again, shrouding the night in darkness. The light from Cecil’s phone was bright, but it wasn’t enough. He told himself it didn’t matter, that the sight awaiting him didn’t need light. But it was the getting there that was the problem.

He stumbled over rocks and uneven ground, and once his foot snagged a root and sent him tumbling forward. He touched his scraped chin and saw shining wetness on his fingers. It was a miserable night.

As he stood, brushing the dirt and leaves from his clothes, he caught a white flash out of the corner of his eye. This had to be it, the thing he was looking for. He hurried after it, off the forest path and into the trees that surrounded him. Another flash of light, and he followed.

It never crossed his mind that running blindly off the trail at night was dangerous. Had he been thinking clearly, he might have found it curious that he’d not even stopped to pick up his phone from where he’d dropped it on the ground when he fell.

The flashes of light appeared and disappeared, weaving between the trees, blinking just out of sight every time he followed. They wove uphill and danced over a stream, and Cecil chased after them, his heart pounding hard.

And then the lights disappeared, and he was left in darkness. He stopped, looking around him and panting in the cold air. “What am I doing?” He asked himself out loud. He’d wanted to see the ghost lights, to find out for himself if the legend was true, but he hadn’t planned on getting lost without a phone. It felt like, for a moment, he’d gone totally out of his mind.

A light appeared from the air in front of him. This one didn’t dash away, but instead hovered in front of his eyes. It was a glowing wisp, like a living flame, casting him in a warm glow. Cecil didn’t notice at first that the cold was gone, or that his chin had stopped stinging, or that the fear in the pit of his stomach had been replaced by a feeling of comfort. The wisps appeared all around him, filling the forest with light. He reached out to one, and it slowly twirled into the trees. The others began to follow it, shimmering and spinning through the air like golden webs of light.

And then Cecil felt his body begin to follow, too.

There was a part of him that knew this wasn’t right. He was lost, and he needed to find a way out of the woods. He tried to stop but his body wouldn’t obey him. All he could do was follow the lights, his eyes fixed on them like they were caught in a trap.

He’d wanted to see the ghost lights but… he didn’t think it would be like this. Lots of people went out to see the lights. His friends had told him that they’d watched them dance around in the sky before disappearing into the night. He’d been looking for a show, a story to tell… he hadn’t considered that he might become a participant.

“P…please… le… let me go…” he pleaded as his body marched after the lights. He struggled to form each word. Even his mouth was caught in this spell.

The moon shined through from behind the clouds just as the wisps led Cecil to a clearing. In its center stood a small fountain. As the lights guided Cecil closer, he could see the rippling water reflect the gold light of the wisps, the silvery light of the moon. It had a beautiful, unearthly glow about it, and as he gazed, the light on the water began to take form. A part of him wanted to run, or to scream, but he was too transfixed on the glimmering shapes as they drifted together to form a head, ruby-like lips, a nose, silvery hair, and eyes that were rimmed by white eyelashes, closed as if in a sleep.

The eyes opened, and the lips smiled, and a hand reached up from the water, grasping the rim of the fountain. A glowing figure emerged, dripping with water and light. As he watched the man rise from the fountain, Cecil dropped to his knees.

“You’ve done well, my pixies,” said the man, and the wisps floated lovingly around him. The man looked down at Cecil with an expression he didn’t recognize. Was it amusement? Pity? Cecil knew he’d stumbled upon an awesome and terrible being, something far beyond his comprehension.

“W… what…” the man watched Cecil struggle to speak for a moment, then shooed away the wisps until all but one had disappeared into the fountain. Instantly, Cecil felt his mind clear and his jaw loosen. He cleared his throat and looked up at the man. “What do you want with me?”

The man looked down upon Cecil, gazing into his eyes, and for a panicked moment Cecil realized that his eyes held more power than any wisp of light, that this man was the source of the lights. As he gazed, he found twisting, gold wisps within the man’s eyes, and he felt all of his anxieties fade. His thoughts drifted out of his head. All he knew was that he wanted to make this man happy. He felt his own expression relax. Was he smiling? If he was smiling he must have been happy, but… something was wrong…

Was something wrong?

What could possibly have been wrong on such a beautiful night, with this beautiful being before him?

Only a moment had passed while Cecil looked into the man’s eyes, but the moment felt long and brought Cecil a sense of elation. The man asked, “Would you like to serve me, Cecil?”

Cecil felt his head nod. That was what he wanted. It was what he’d come for in the first place, wasn’t it?

“Very good,” the man said, smiling brightly. The last wisp glided to Cecil, and with a swift motion, entered his head.

Cecil thought he saw a white light, blinding and brilliant, and then he thought nothing at all.

#hypnosis #story #fantasy

homohypnoticus

a story about slime ear cleaning. contains noncon and brainwashing.

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#hypnosis #mind fuck #ears

septimus-moonlight

I'm gonna try to keep this brief (whoops! mission failed) because I don't know if it'll do anything for ya but, I was thinking about the recent portal and brain fucking you've posted and what if you were to combine the two?

Specifically my thoughts were, you keep getting this annoying spam call. It somehow keeps getting around being blocked and leaves these garbled messages. Maybe you answer the next call out of curiosity or completely by accident, either way you hold your phone up to your ear and, well.

The thing is it's not actually a bot, but a demon that is using "bot calls" as a way of accessing its victims in these modern times. It's voice is hypnotic and keeps you on the line. It tests it's control over you by asking you to preform little tasks. Periodically it places you on hold, and keeps you waiting like that for hours. You already lost your sense of time so you really wouldn't know. It toys with you by asking if you have time for a survey, you're compelled to agree. The questions start out normal but grow increasingly perverted and sick. It's like this voice is figuring out exactly what buttons to push bringing up some of your most fucked up fantasies before you even admit them. If you try to answer in the negative, or hesitate too long, the voice berates you for lying and threatens to hang up. When you answer affirmatively "yes and..." you get rewarded with weird sensations in your ear, a feeling or warmth, it's almost wet. Almost like... a tongue. Pushing its way through your phone screen and into your skull, stretching your ear canal gradually. It's comparable to getting your boycunt eaten out. It goes so deep you feel like it's washing over your brain, fucking with your thought processes directly. Your answers are becoming little more than pathetic slutty moans and whimpers. You're not sure when you started touching you're sopping boycunt but you can't seem to stop.

Finally, when you start thinking you can't take much more, the voice asks how often you think about cock. All the time, you say. The reply you get is muffled. To try and hear you press your phone tighter to your ear, you start to feel a new pressure against your head. The voice comes back through louder than ever "would you like that to actually be true? Would you like to think about cock all the time?" Now you realize the extra pressure is the tip of a cock working it's way into your ear canal. So it really had been a tongue lubricating your ear, this whole time its been getting you ready. The voice is kind enough to warn you that if you let this happen you can't undo it. Your biting your lip and rubbing your cunt trying to figure out what to do. The voice takes pity on you, "how about just the tip?" You somehow manage to ask about it being permanent? No, the voice assures you, not if it's just the tip, so you agree...

But once it pushes even just the tip of its inhuman dick into your ear, it displaces enough brain matter you can't fucking think properly. The voice says "okay, I'll have to pull out now", but doesn't actually move. Letting you struggle with the painful stretch, it's tongue it snaked inside to lap at your brain did fuck all to make it anything less than excrutiating. The little bit of you that still has some sense realizes you were probably tricked, can't fix it now, you start begging for it to fuck you deeper, harder. "But that'll destroy what makes you, you. Remember? You'll be a slave to my cock forever. It'll be all you can think about. It's like selling your soul." You're pressing against you phone's screen as hard as you can trying to get more of that demonic cock crammed inside your skull, moaning like a slut about how you fucking need it, you need more. You can't see but the demon smiles mockingly before saying alright, if you insist, and shoving the rest of its fat cock inside you all at once. Your mind is ruined and you're left as little more than a broken cocksleeve.

grabs you by the face. you are a genuis. why aren't you working at nasa yet

#mind fuck #hypnosis #demon

cherryflavoredfilth

Ghost sex where it shoves its ice cold fingers into your brain and makes your whole body go numb while it keeps pressing just the right nerve to make you keep cumming over and over

#mind fuck #hypnosis #ghost

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ace-trainer-alice

I really, really like the phrase 'brainwashing'. Partially, like it's evocative of a cartoonish image of mind control. Put on the helmet and be controlled until taking it off. Temporarily made a possession. or maybe it's permanent and the process is happening as long as the helmet is on. Like, we also have the idea from various spy thrillers of a mind being washed clean. Washing as in cleaning. Is the helmet doing that now too? The idea of your thoughts being dirt, of removing them as cleaning, of all your little resistances, worries, and fears as grime and muck to be washed away. Plus the sensory image of washing. Visualize the purifying water running through your mind, cleaning away all those impurities, leaving only obedient submission and desire. Like washing a cloth in the sink. Fill it with water, with sensation, until it's drenched and soaking wet, then squeeze everything out, pushing out most of everything, leaving just a bit of what you filled it with and almost none of the prior impurities. Rinse and repeat. Over and over. Until all the brain is good for is holding things that were put in it. It's a very evocative image, I think.

#hypnosis #meta #techno

ex-mortis-evie

!!CW, tentacles, ear/brain stuff!!

So I’ve been thinking of something, and I’d like to run it by you if you wouldn’t mind.

I’ve been looking up at the stars recently and just wondering, what’s really out there, you know?

I mean, it’s not hard to think about it, at least for me.

How infinite the depths of the universe may be.

How within the farthest blackness of our cosmos, there may be a fraction of something there.

A hint of life.

Whatever that life may be, of course.

I like to think it’s something cooler than just a single celled organism, personally.

Like, could you imagine the crazy stuff that lies beyond our comprehension?

I could.

Maybe you could too.

I mean, once you sit down and think about it, that little hint of life could be anything.

That tiny, insignificant dot is something magnificent I bet.

Long, black tentacles.

Some ending in octopus-like grips, ready to wrap around whatever it may want.

Some ending in giant eyes, to search and observe.

All decked out in pure muscle.

After all, something like this has to be pretty strong to hold its prey, right?

Those tentacles could go on for miles I bet.

After all, it’s something beyond our tiny brains.

Hell, it could probably wrap its tentacles around us without any effort.

We’d be at its mercy.

Though I wonder what it would feel like.

Maybe it would feel slimy on your skin, coating you in its aphrodisiac-like mucus to prepare you.

Maybe it would feel rough, much like a snake’s scales, wrapping you up in a tough armor where escape is impossible.

Maybe it would be soft, like a set of comfortable pillows to sink into.

There’s no way to tell really.

Well, unless you’re thinking of how it would feel.

How tight those tentacles would grip your body into its inescapable grasp.

Holding you captive inside of its infinite depths.

But, why would it want us?

I mean, maybe we’d be friendly to it.

Maybe it would be symbiotic in a way, as some creatures are.

Or maybe…it’s curious.

It’s curious of humans.

After all, I doubt it’s seen anything quite like us before.

Maybe that grip is just to keep us secure as it searches up and down your body.

Each tentacle making its way sensually around, feeling you out completely.

Making their way around you, seeing what you’re made of and what use you are.

And then, it finds your eyes.

Meeting yours with its own.

Investigating you.

Absorbing your appearance.

Taking you in.

And then, the colors start.

A pretty pattern inside of its eye.

On its own planet, maybe it’s a form of communication.

To you though, it’s so much more.

It’s quite captivating, isn’t it?

That one, tiny dot of an eye.

Taking up your entire world.

So important to stare into.

After all, it’s trying to communicate to you.

So you just find yourself staring into it.

Lulling you into that perfect pleasurable peace that you love to sink into.

Trying to make out what’s going on.

But, it’s getting harder.

And harder.

Harder to think.

Harder to move.

Harder to resist.

Because you’re just so curious.

Trying to figure out what’s going on.

And before you know it, it’s too late.

You’re ensnared.

Enraptured.

Engrossed in its eye.

Those colors taking up your entire world.

So utterly beautiful to fall into its grasp and gaze as you’re slowly engulfed in those familiar feelings.

Relaxation.

Mindlessness.

Emptiness.

Losing yourself in the colors.

Losing your mind in the colors.

Losing control in the colors.

Finding that, as you sink into the colors, your brain starts to dissolve a bit.

Mind coming undone and unraveling in the display taking up your entire world.

All of your attention on the colors as the tentacles take more of you by the second.

Wrapping you tight in the creature’s control.

And the best part is when the creature finds your hole.

No, not that hole.

Your ear.

Sending a tiny tentacle down, tickling as it travels down and takes its time turning your brain topsy turvy.

Because that’s exactly what it does.

Reaching your mind, feeling as the tentacle wraps itself around your empty brain and giving it a nice squeeze.

Your thoughts simply ceasing as it squeezes, seeming to push out your brain’s functions as it does.

And sending a massive shockwave of pleasure as it does.

As if every pleasure center in your body, all at once, squeezes in delight.

Another squeeze, seeming to take its hold over your mind even more as it does.

Each squeeze is another dose of that intense pleasure.

Utterly trapped in its gaze and grip now.

Another squeeze, another dose.

Less of you existing deep within with each squeeze.

Seeming to take a bit of your soul out of your body with each squeeze.

And with one final and earth-shatteringly pleasurable squeeze, your body finally gives way to an orgasm.

Involuntarily giving itself up to the creature just like that.

But, as the pleasure subsides and your thoughts roll out, the creature seems to dissipate into the black void of space once more.

As if it was never there.

The void around you becoming so warm.

So delightful to lay inside of this deep relaxation.

You’ll naturally wake from it, of course.

But for now, maybe you can enjoy the thought of that tiny, insignificant spot in the universe.

You never know what true delights lay upon the cosmos.

Until then, thanks for joining me on this thought.

After all, it’s nice to think about the delights of what our universe can bring us, yeah?

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