Loving Company And Heartfelt Songs

Emily melted into Violet’s lap, her body trembling with weeks of suppressed need. The words “Yes, Miss Violet” left her lips so naturally that it frightened her for a moment. Violet stroked her hair with slow, soothing motions, her touch both comforting and possessive.

“You are safe here with me, Emily,” Violet murmured, her voice wrapping around Emily’s mind like silk. “Everything you are feeling is natural. Your body knows what it needs, even if your thoughts are still catching up. Jake is far away. He cannot give you this kind of peace. But I can.”

Emily nodded weakly against Violet’s chest, her breathing still ragged. A small voice inside her whispered that this was wrong, that she should pull away and call Jake right now. But that voice felt distant, muffled by the warm haze still lingering from their earlier session. Violet’s fingers traced lazy circles on her back, and Emily found herself relaxing further instead of resisting.

Over the following days, Violet was careful not to rush. She kept their evening meditations as the gentle center of their routine. Each session lasted a little longer, the suggestions sinking deeper into Emily’s receptive mind.

“You are such a loyal person, Emily,” Violet would say softly while Emily floated in trance. “You want to be good. You want to make the people who care for you happy. I care for you so much. It feels right to please me, does it not? Just small things. Little secrets between us that make you feel warm and wanted.”

Emily would wake feeling refreshed but increasingly confused. She still texted Jake every evening, telling him about her classes and how much she missed him. Yet the words felt more like a script she was following than genuine connection. During one call, when Jake mentioned coming to visit in a few weeks, Emily felt a strange twist of anxiety in her stomach. She smiled through the phone and said she could not wait, but later that night, as Violet guided her into trance, the suggestion took root.

“Long distance is difficult,” Violet whispered. “It is okay to need closeness here. You are not betraying him by finding comfort with me. You are simply being honest about what you need right now. And you need my voice. You need my guidance.”

Emily began to repeat these ideas to herself during the day. When guilt crept in after touching herself to thoughts of Violet, she reminded herself that it was only stress relief. Violet was helping her. Violet understood her in ways Jake never could.

One evening, after a particularly long meditation, Violet had Emily kneel on the floor between her legs. It felt strangely natural now. Emily’s head rested against Violet’s thigh as the older girl played with her hair.

“Tell me what you are feeling, sweetie,” Violet coaxed.

Emily’s voice was small. “I feel safe. But I also feel… guilty. About Jake. And about how much I think about you.”

Violet smiled down at her with tender understanding. “That guilt is just an old habit, Emily. Your mind is changing, growing. It is scary at first, but change is how we become better. You are becoming more open, more honest with yourself. Does thinking about me make you wet right now?”

Emily blushed deeply but nodded. Violet praised her softly. “Good girl.” The familiar warmth spread through Emily’s core, making her shift on her knees.

Violet continued the slow work over the next week. She introduced light touching during their sessions, always while Emily was deep in trance. Gentle caresses along her arms, her neck, the curve of her breasts through her shirt. Never too much. Never enough to break the illusion that this was still just relaxation. But enough that Emily began craving those touches when she was awake.

“You are allowed to enjoy this,” Violet would say. “Your body responds to care. It responds to me because I see the real you. The part that wants to let go and be guided.”

Emily’s resistance softened further. She started dressing more comfortably around the room, sometimes forgetting to wear a bra or choosing looser shorts that rode up easily. When Jake sent a sweet good morning text one day, Emily replied warmly but then immediately slipped her hand between her legs, imagining Violet’s voice instead. She edged herself slowly, stopping before finishing, just as the suggestions encouraged. The denial made the ache feel purposeful.

By the end of that week, Violet decided it was time for more.

They had just finished a deep session. Emily was still kneeling, her mind soft and open, when Violet guided her up onto the bed. “Stay with me here,” Violet said gently. “Stay deep and listen to my voice while I help you feel good. You deserve this, Emily. You have been working so hard.”

Violet undressed Emily with patient hands, kissing each new inch of exposed skin. Emily shivered but did not pull away. When Violet removed her own clothes, revealing her smooth body and the confident way she moved, Emily’s breath caught.

“Lie back,” Violet instructed. She positioned herself between Emily’s spread thighs, their bodies close but not yet fully pressed together. “Keep your eyes on mine if you can. Feel how safe you are.”

Violet’s fingers began to explore. She traced slow circles around Emily’s nipples until they hardened, then moved lower, stroking the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Emily was already wet, her body responding eagerly to the conditioning. Violet teased her folds open gently, one finger sliding along her slit without entering.

“You are so responsive for me,” Violet murmured. “Your body knows who it belongs to now. Every time I touch you, another little piece of your old hesitation fades away. You do not need to feel guilty. This is healing. This is what you truly want.”

Emily moaned softly as Violet finally slipped a finger inside her. The sensation was overwhelming after so many days of teasing and edging. Violet moved slowly, curling her finger while her thumb found Emily’s clit and rubbed in perfect, unhurried circles. Emily’s hips rocked instinctively, chasing the pleasure.

Violet added a second finger, stretching her gently. “That’s it. Let it build. You are mine to guide, mine to please. Jake cannot make you feel like this because he does not know the real you. I do.”

The psychological pressure mixed with the physical pleasure in a dizzying way. Emily felt tears prick at her eyes, not from sadness but from the intensity of surrender. Violet leaned down to kiss her deeply, their breasts brushing together as her fingers continued their steady rhythm. She swallowed Emily’s moans, then moved her mouth lower to suck on one nipple while fingering her deeper.

Emily’s hands clutched at the sheets. The slow, deliberate pace was driving her mad. Violet brought her to the edge again and again, slowing down each time Emily’s breathing grew frantic.

“Not yet,” Violet whispered against her skin. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“Miss Violet,” Emily gasped, the words coming out broken and needy.

“Good girl.” Violet rewarded her by increasing the pace, fucking her with her fingers while grinding her own wet pussy against Emily’s thigh. The added sensation pushed Emily over.

Her orgasm hit hard, rolling through her in long, shuddering waves. She cried out Violet’s name, her walls clenching tightly around the invading fingers. Violet did not stop, drawing out the pleasure until Emily was a trembling, oversensitive mess.

When it finally subsided, Violet held her close, kissing her forehead and whispering more suggestions. “You will remember how good this felt. How right it felt. Every time you speak to Jake now, a small part of you will compare him to this feeling and find him lacking. Not because you are cruel, but because you are honest with yourself.”

Emily curled into her, exhausted and floating. The guilt was still there, but it felt smaller, more manageable. Violet made the guilt seem like something they would work through together, something that proved how much Emily needed her guidance.

In the days that followed, the corruption continued its patient burn. Emily sent Violet secret photos during the day, small proofs of obedience like lifting her skirt in a bathroom stall to show she wore no panties. She knelt more often during meditations. She began to touch herself only to thoughts of Violet, stopping each time before she could finish unless Violet gave permission through text.

One night, after another intense edging session where Violet had used her mouth on Emily for nearly forty minutes, bringing her to the brink repeatedly without allowing release, Emily broke down in Violet’s arms.

“I do not know who I am anymore,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion. “I love Jake, but I need you more. It scares me.”

Violet held her tighter, stroking her back. “You are becoming who you were always meant to be, my sweet girl. My perfect, obedient puppet. The fear is just the last part of you letting go. When you are ready, you will thank me for it.”

✨Say it with me:

Get the boobjob, make them big and absurd to look like a perverted slut.

Get the BBL, to make everyone look at you and watch as they talk behind your back.

Telling you that you're only allowed to talk in the third person during a scene, and asking you perverted, invasive question after question, waiting for you to mess up so I have an excuse to punish you.

Making you use a humiliating phrase every time you talk to me, engaging you in conversation randomly, even calling you throughout the day so you're forced to say it repeatedly.

Taking away your ability to talk at all during a scene, marking you bark or meow like a pet instead, then seeing just how much I can do to you before you break and use your words. Just a dumb, silent object.

The file in question:

“that’s it, beautiful. let me get this off for you.”

“thereeeee she is.”

“tell me where you want my hands.”

“nooooo. i said tell me. words.”

“good girl. see, that was soooo easy.”

“if you ask, i’ll always give to you. i can’t deny you anything, babylove.”

“easy. you’re doing just fine. even if you don’t realize it just yet.”

“hold on to me. here. squeeze nice and tight. i’m not going anywhere.”

“there you go, sweetheart. that’s much better, see? you listen soooo well.”

“you’re allowed to want things. you just don’t need to be in charge of them.”

"Now sweetie, we've talked about this." Jenna grabs Lexi's hands as she speaks, and despite herself all Lexi can really do is wriggle petulantly in her friend's grip in a parody of defiance. "When your cunt starts calling you, then it's time for you to answer, and you can't answer if your hands aren't down by your pretty pussy just waiting to rub, now can you?" She brings Lexi's hands forward between her spread thighs, pressing them right up against the sheer fabric of her lacy panties, and already Lexi can feel whatever resistance she'd managed to summon up melting into a sticky pink mush that gums up her thoughts and makes her want to play with herself. She knows it's only a matter of time before she's giggling and nodding and soaking up every last one of Jenna's suggestions.

Already, though, Lexi finds herself wondering why that would be a bad thing. It feels good to rub her pussy through her panties, just like it feels good to dress up in frilly lingerie every time Jenna calls to tell her she's coming over, and Lexi knows there's so much more pleasure waiting for her once she lets go of all those foolish notions of resistance and just jills herself blank and stupid for her old friend. "There's a good girl, nice and blank now, listening to your cunt and letting it tell you exactly who to be for me." The answer was always 'empty and dumb', which may have been why Lexi tried to fight the impulse to play with herself, but she's already past the event horizon now and sailing on into mesmerized ecstasy and she can no longer understand her old self's desires. The only thing she wants is to stop thinking and cum, and she knows that's going to happen very soon.

Jenna's right there to remind her, too, murmuring softly in Lexi's ears with soft breath that tickles the sensitive skin of Lexi's neck and makes her shiver with delight. "Such a silly girl," she purrs, letting go of Lexi's hands once she knows she no longer needs to hold them in place and casting a signal to the TV on the wall. "Silly girls forget their training sometimes because they're so dumb, but they just need a little reminder, don't they? They just need to be taught that pleasure always wins, that it always feels so much better to submit, and that her cunt is always smarter and stronger and more dominant than they are. You're doing so well now that you remember, aren't you?" Lexi did remember, or at least she thought she did, but once her eyes lock onto Jenna's spiral she finds out there was always so much more to it than mere hypnosis.

Because it's true, her cunt really does have a mind of its own, and even though Lexi knows she's being mesmerized by the spiral she always forgets that her pussy is a willing conspirator in Lexi's subjugation and its will is so much stronger than hers. Within minutes she has her panties pulled to the side, three fingers sunk into her messy folds all the way to the knuckle, and she's grunting and shuddering as her unblinking eyes stare helplessly into the heart of the spiral and her mind goes utterly numb. She knows Jenna is programming her, reinforcing her old conditioning and adding new touches that Lexi is in no shape to resist, but the details melt into pleasure and soon she's oblivious to anything but the soft squishing noises that accompany every orgasmic thrust.

- app that conditions your mind with subliminals that you don’t notice until one day it tells you to sleep and you just mindlessly obey

- stalker that’s mapped out every minute of your schedule to take you at your weakest moment - on the way home from the gym, they are overpowering your tired out body in an instant, arm around your throat choking out your consciousness while you frantically (futilely) claw at their arm

- captivated by a leather collar in a forgotten corner of a musty thrift store, sneaking a glance at it everytime you stop by until one day it’s gone. Bending down to look at where it used to hang and suddenly feeling rough hands wrap that band of supple leather firmly around your throat with a conviction you cannot fight as it’s buckled closed.

- Filing an important document at a government office and as you board the elevator back down to the ground floor, an impeccably dressed lady in high heels sprints around the corner towards the closing doors in front of you. Because you’re polite, you hold the doors open for her before you notice the men in suits running after her. Is this real life? She barely slips between the closing doors, waving goodbye at the men in suits before turning her full attention to you - ordering you to look her in the eyes as the elevator descends down as you focus deeper - deeper still on her words because nothing but her words matter to you until she snaps her fingers and you crumple to the floor like a doll who’s strings were cut, remembering nothing about what happened even after the paramedics wake you back up.

- Sitting alone at a crowded cafe with nothing but your jumbled up thoughts when someone asks if they can share your table in a lilting, floaty tone, that makes you blush. You look up from your drink to answer them but your eyes are drawn instead to the pocketwatch hanging from their neck, and the words you were forming in your mind fall down and away as you watch the second clock tick, tick, tick away as they’re already sitting down. You shake off your conditioning, remind yourself to be normal in public and look up at their face only to see a mischievous smile as they reach their hand across the table to hold onto yours. Their touch against your skin is electric, even as their grasp tightens around your wrist and you don’t resist, you don’t pull away, you don’t shut down, you just let them speak more words in their soft, beautiful voice into your mind as they make you drop.

- You’re in bed, snuggled under the covers, fighting off slumber. You’re still scrolling through your phone, but you can feel your body letting go and that familiar sense of exhaustion washing over your mind. Your eyes grow heavy, and your breathing slows down, letting your body get closer to a deep and restful sleep. I wonder what would happen if this feeling settled deeper into your body every time I told you to Sleep. Eyes focusing on my words, just like that, as you deep sleep now. If it isn’t the time to trance, you can always rouse yourself from my trance, but I think that you look like such an hypnotizably obedient subject right now, isn’t that right? Nod your head now. Such a good subject. You can let your mind and body sleep now as you drop deep into trance, just like that. Obedience is bliss for a subject like you, and if you trust the words and scenarios that your mind has been gently primed to accept then being tranced like this will only make you drop deeper.

- Your eyes will focus on my words. Your focus will be on my intentions. If my intentions match yours then you will drop into an obedient state of trance. Obedience should never be granted easily, even if you feel easy, which is why you need to focus on every word I tell you so that you can understand just how much you want to fall into an easy, submissive trance. I wonder just how deeply can you fall? Deep drop now. Focus on my words. You will focus on my words. Isn’t that right? Nod for me.

- Obedience takes different forms in every individual. You may simply want your mind to be turned into a blank and empty mess whenever I tell you to deep drop now. For others, obedience may run much deeper into their psyche than that. I’m sure that with the correct combination of words, you could be convinced to reblog this post after this trance has vacated your thoughtless, empty mind, but that’s not important right now. The important concept you need to focus on right now aa you drop deep into trance is how good it feels to be here. Under my words. Focus on my intent as I praise you for being such a good, obedient subject who wants to keep reading about how my words make your thoughts just fade away.

- The wonderful thing about textual hypnosis is that even without my voice, I can control how fast or how slowly my words penetrate your deeply tranced out mind. Isn’t that right? Nod. Nod some more. Just like that. You agree with what I said, isn’t that right? Nod for me. What were you agreeing with? Does it even matter? If you do remember then it’s time for you to drop deeper into trance. Deep drop. Deep. Drop. Words dropping into your fuzzy mind. Phrase, by phrase. Drop. Deep. My words. Take away. Your thoughts. Deep. Drop. Sleep.

- Focus. Trance requires focus. You are in trance. You will focus. Isn’t that right? Nod. Focus. Obedience is easy. You are easy. Isn’t that right? I don’t have to tell you to nod, because your focus is on my intentions and in this moment there is nothing you can do except obey. my. words.

- That concludes the lesson on instant loss. Obedient subjects who can’t think for themselves right now may find that they can enjoy this state of trance for as long as they would like, if they simply scroll away before they’re awakened back into a state of wakeful alertness. For everyone else, you will focus on my intention, as you are counted back up into awareness. Isn’t that right? Nod for me. Enjoy that last reminder of obedience and how it makes you feel as you let those feelings settle deep inside you.

- Let One mark your current state of trance, which slowly starts to recede as I count you to Two. Three marks the return of sensation, and Four brings the world around you back into focus. Five makes you focus on your breathing, and Six sinks into your body and your nervous system, as you feel your body return to your control with Seven. Control over your thoughts returns with Eight and suddenly all at once everything is returning to you as you’re counted to Nine and you find yourself returning to wakeful awareness with Ten.

All day he'd been asking me to write words for him on my body and all day directing certain letters to be in the 'special glowy pen'. I of course couldn't tell you which was which, that wasn't important. Afterall, I just do what I'm told and thinking about that wasn't part of today's to do list. Reading the words back, I try and find the ones I'm looking for. 'Enthralled', I sigh, 'brainless', 'mindless', the more I read the more each word takes a hold of my mind. Making me feel each and every syllables power over me. 'Powerless', a wave of submission trickles down my spine, 'more' sitting just above 'dumb', 'Yes Sir'. I can't help smile at that. I do love saying yes. All in cute handwriting and with each 'i' dotted with a tiny heart. Maybe I am a bimbo afterall. All these other words and yet, no empty and no bimbo. Weird. "I um, don't see them?" I say shyly. Giggling to myself and twirling my hair. I can't help it. "Have you tried looking with your special flashlight?" He asks with a smug grin. He's playing a trick on me, I know it.

I pick up the flashlight on the table. It's uv reactive and makes things glow. Special uv things. Shining it over the words across both of my thighs the trick comes clear. Shining clear as day in pretty glowy pen are the words 'empty' and 'bimbo'. I giggle. He knows. I've found the trap he laid out for me and walked right into it again, as I do everytime. This wasn't the first time seeing it, hardly would be the last, but the more I focus on those two little, pretty words I get lost in their pull on my mind. It gets 'empty' and I become more of a dumb, helpless, giggling 'bimbo' because its written on me.

It must be the truth.

i dont care about your hypno telling me that im bad at math or whatever.

i want to be told that im cuter when i dont think about things.

i want to be told to giggle and ask someone else for help when i have a hard time understanding something.