Hypnoslut

And with you like this, immobile, blinded, and unable to hear the outside world, their hands were the only thing you could focus on. The only thing you wanted to feel. And they were happy to oblige. Squeezing, rubbing. Your mouth was open, though you couldn’t hear your moans.

You were just being wrapped in the desire for more. It had started out gentle. A light touch here, a nail softly dragging against your skin there. But now their hands were so much rougher. Fondling, and grabbing. Squeezing tight every place you had ever wanted.

And you only wanted it to continue. The touches were delightful. The feeling left you so desperate. Every time their hands left, you only wanted them back. You were their blank, obedient toy. An object to be touched, and used. And it was the only thing you wanted to be.

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I woke up today, aroused and still half asleep. Perfectly mindless and pliable. And in that halfway awake moment I was reminded of my blue panties. The only thing I slept in — a light blue nylon thong — with cute little transparent horizontal stripes.

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And as I felt them, snug around my sensitive and needy body, the idea took hold almost instantly as my mind collapsed into blissful sleepy trance. My tongue slipped out, my mouth watered, and drool began to dribble down my chin.

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A vague memory of a story nipped at the edges of my perception. No, not a story. A premonition. Foreshadowing. I could feel the panties slipping their poison into my veins, bit by bit.

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My mouth felt empty. Needy. Something was missing. The fingers on my breasts weren't enough. They couldn't satisfy the need. A finger found its way to my lips, tracing them, becoming slick with saliva from my drooling. I shivered.

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A finger slid over my tongue and a wave of pleasure washed through me. My vision tinted blue. The room faded away.

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And I sucked.

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The blue panties continued to pump their influence into me. A blue focus. A blue emptiness. A blue need to be filled. A blue energy transforming my mouth into something new. Something different. A drooling, needy, pussy. A desperate hole meant for one thing.

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And the room came back into focus. My mind defuzzed as I get my bearings once more. But the feelings persisted. The need remained. The blue panties contracted slightly, reminding me what I needed. What I was.

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Just a needy, desperate, suckhole.

A woman sitting patiently in a chair, waiting as an oversized headset starts its steady descent downwards. Her heart is thumping, her mind racing, knowing that as soon as the device clicks across her eyes, her old life is over. Everything she was, everything she could’ve been, will be gone, replaced by something new, something engineered and programmed to meet someone else’s desires. She’ll have a new personality. New urges. New thoughts, maybe even new memories. Nothing of her prior life will remain. This brainwashing is a fatal process; the old her will die.

What does get me though? The idea that for as smart as I can be, it did nothing to help me. I was clever enough to recognize that my mind was being messed with, but being clever didn't really help. That even though I was able to see and understand what was happening, I could do nothing to stop it from happening.

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Everytime you watch hypnosis porn, you can't help but to act like the subject on the film.

They are told to strip? Suddenly you are naked too.

They are ordered to touch themselves stupid? Now you are too masturbating until you break your brain.

They are commanded to perform oral sex? Now you are on your knees sucking and licking the air.

This is her title card at 00:02:51. note the colors. Prominent pink white and blue. Hm. Interesting.

The first frame we see of Gwen onscreen is at 00:01:24. She is pink, the other prominent colors are blue and white. She's drumming, she's feeling her emotions, she's expressing herself.

as the scene moves forward, her bandmates confront her, essentially asking "what's wrong?", and she can't tell them about anything she's thinking because everything involving her life as Spider-Woman is a secret. One could say she is "in the closet." During this scene, her bandmates have more realistic skin tones, while Gwen is blue.

The next scene, with Gwen and Peter having dinner with George (Gwen's dad) and Aunt May, Peter has photos he's taken of Spider-Woman. Gwen asks about this "dangerous menace", Peter (who has figured out her secret) defends Spider-Woman. George (a cop) says "Why wear a mask if you have nothing to hide?", shutting down any chance that Gwen could "come out" to him. Aunt May shuts the conversation down with "No politics at the dinner table." and winks at Gwen, protecting her. One could read this as Gwen having "come out" to Aunt May.

Note the pink dress. The blue necklaces. The rainbow pin.

In the scene starting at 00:05:50, Gwen is walking through vibrant yellow/orange/pink city streets, shielded and isolated from the world in blue, after her best friend died. She is listening to her father condemn Spider-Woman for the murder. She's alone, with the only person who knew her secret gone forever.

George's badge is a trans flag (00:06:03)

Gwen seeing her reflection as Spider-Woman, not the person everyone else sees. (00:06:10)

George proceeds to tell her that they've caught a break in the Spider-Woman case. Gwen's father is actively hunting for her without knowing it. He's a cop, she's in danger. Gwen is still blue.

at 00:07:20, George drops the cop stuff and talks to Gwen as her father and they hug. Gwen is vulnerable for the first time since the very first frame, and the blue drops away and the world starts to fill with warmer colors.

The hug ends at 00:07:33 when George's radio goes off. He's back in cop mode. And Gwen turns blue again. Because she is hiding from him for her own safety.

I think it's notable to point out that up to this point, everyone else's skin tones have been consistently normal, with differences coming from exterior lighting. By contrast, Gwen has been pink when no one is looking, blue whenever she is being perceived, and something closer to normal when she's allowed to just be a teenage girl hugging her dad.

We get a close-up of Gwen putting on her suit as the movie transitions to the next scene. Her face is a much more realistic color as she puts on her mask, the physical Spider-Woman costume allowing her to drop the blue shield she's been wearing onscreen so far this movie. (00:08:03)

at 00:17:15, Spider-Woman takes off her mask to stop George from shooting her point blank. This is the first time in the film George has seen Gwen with her realistic skin tone. The first time Gwen has been honest with him, and it's because if she doesn't she's either going to be arrested or shot.

Look at how small and isolated she looks compared to the hug. Look at how the warmth of the color emanating from her father doesn't quite reach her anymore. (00:17:24)

The next few scenes of Gwen pleading with her father to listen to her about the truth show George's background colors blur between the warm yellows and oranges of Gwen's dad to the cold dark blue of his role as a cop. (00:17:35) (00:17:46)

Note Gwen's pinks and blues in comparison

Look at how George starts to raise his gun at his newly outed daughter, deep blue, as she pleads with him for understanding. No hints of fatherly warmth. (00:18:30)

Sorry, she tried to tell her former allies about her anxieties about her budding relationship with me and they all just rejected her. Most of them assumed she was lying, and outright laughed at her 'funny joke'. It was a horrible experience for her and left her in a state of misery. After trying to figure out who she was and what she wanted, she inevitably returned to me. It was late at night and she had obviously been crying so I took her in and helped wipe her tears and listened as she talked to me.

That was the first night she slept over, but it wasn't the last.

Anyway since then she's been spending most of her time as a half-expressionless toy sitting in my lap while I gently finger her mouth and touch her inappropriately and whisper in her ear new truths about herself. That's right she's not really 'slowburncorruptionbait' anymore, she's kinda just my pretty doll now. You know how these things go.