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"So is this the spot?" Alice asked, a devilish grin on her face as she wriggled her fingers inside Lauren's cunt and watched the other woman's eyes momentarily unfocus while a weak, helpless whimper escaped from her lips. "Ooh, I'm getting close, aren't I? It's just like warmer-colder, sweetie, every single one of those pretty little moans tells me I'm getting hotter and hotter… and so are you. That silly, fuzzy brain of yours is slowing down for me, isn't it?" Lauren's mouth opened to try to refute her, but another teasing wiggle popped the thought before it could fully form and left Lauren staring in slack-jawed astonishment at her own befuddlement.

It wasn't supposed to go like this. Lauren was supposed to be over here waiting for Tom, not exactly rubbing it in that he was going out with her and not the petite mousy blonde he actually lived with but also not exactly hiding it either. But Alice had just flopped out on the couch next to Lauren, her nose in a book as always, and the time passed in an awkward silence broken only when Alice looked up from something called 'Neuroplasticity and Alternative Sexualities: A Cognitive Reorientation Primer' and said, "Huh. According to this, every woman has a cluster of nerve endings on her clit that produces so much pleasure it makes it literally impossible to think when it's stimulated." And before Lauren could say a word, Alice's hand was in her panties.

It shouldn't have worked, it really shouldn't--but Lauren had been daydreaming about her date with horse-cocked Tom all day, and she'd spent most of her time on the couch thinking about what was going to happen when he got home and saw her dressed in an outfit chosen for its ease in removal. And Alice, mousy and meek and flat-chested as she was, turned out to have a knack for fingering pussy that left Lauren panting and whimpering within mere seconds. "You'll have to tell me when I'm getting close," the blonde teased, a chuckle in her voice as she found Lauren's clit. "Or I guess you won't be able to, will you? Because that pleasure is making your brain slow and stupid and all you can really do is moan for me like a dirty little bitch in heat."

It was unlike anything she'd ever seen from Alice, a whole secret side of the staid and boring student she'd been hiding from everyone, and it shocked Lauren into a bewilderment so stunned and amazed that she didn't even question the words flowing into her mind. She was still stuck on the basic question of what the hell was happening to her, and Alice's steady stream of filthy patter at least provided a framework for Lauren's unexpected and unprecedented new experiences. "You can feel yourself getting dumber, Lolo," Alice cooed, shifting position slightly to loom over the helpless, trembling slut she was creating. "You can feel my fingers closing in on that special spot that makes you mindless and horny and easy to control."

It felt true, and it only got more and more true as Alice tugged away more and more of Lauren's outfit to leave her naked and whimpering on the couch. There was a wet spot on the cushions now, a clear sign of her slow but inexorable subjugation, and Lauren's cunt clenched around the intruding fingers as she imagined Tom coming home to find nothing but that dark stain on the sofa and the sound of vacant moans coming from Alice's bedroom. It must have been obvious how close to orgasm she was getting, because Alice smiled encouragingly to her and murmured, "There we go, sweetie, such a good girl, and turning that brain off… now."

The words were accompanied by a hard, three-fingered thrust, and whether it was the power of suggestion or a scientific truth Lauren simply didn't know about she physically felt her mind lurch into deep trance as the pleasure took hold.

"I am not like one of these girls."

You had to say it aloud to reassure yourself.

You are not like one of these girls you read here about.

Oh, but deep down you wished to be one more than once in your edging sessions.

You know that.

Your cunt knows it as well.

So right now you are in another edging session, started by your cunt.

Or at the start of one.

At least it feels like it.

"I am not like one of these girls."

Even though you already edged way more often because your hand just seemed to move on her own.

'Controlled by my cunt.'

A sudden thought just flashing in your mind.

"No, I was just very horny. That is all."

Shaking your head, as if you are trying to push that thought out of you.

"I am not like one of these girls."

It doesnt help that you are still scrolling tumblr.

Especially my blog.

Reading.

Scrolling.

Feeling the arousal growing.

As it starts to drip out of you.

"No, no, no, I am not like one of these girls."

'And yet, you wish for it.'

You shake your head again.

Only this time with more force.

Which you feel in your hand.

The one rubbing your clit.

You didnt even notice.

As your eyes grow wide, the first edge of many more washes over you.

"When.....?"

The question got cut short, as you keep reading.

The deeper you scroll, the more you rub.

You just cant help yourself.

"I am not like one of these girls."

You are still holding on.

Holding onto your mind.

You can still resist.

You arent like one of these girls.

Consumed by the pleasure.

Edging as often as possible.

Knowing what is happening.

But unable to escape their own cunt.

Being under their control.

Being brainwashed into whatever they want.

You are not one of these girls.

"I am not one of these girls."

If you were, you would have way more pictures of you posing on your phone.

With your tongue out and eyes rolled back.

You would have way more videos that show how your cunt takes control.

If you were like them, you would have edged so many more times to your own videos edging, imagining how it would feel to be like such a girl.

If you were like them, you wouldnt just look at your own picture, completely edged out, while you are touching.

You would move into the exact same position as you were when you took the picture and then do it.

But you arent like these girls.

"I am not one of these girls."

And very quietly, almost too quietly for your conscious mind to even register, there was a small voice.

A voice, born from your wish, that repeats one word, always at the end of your sentence.

"I am not one of these girls."

"Mmmm, happy Detrans December everyone! I am so excited I won the latest tag war, sorry Kara, better luck next year.... Or maybe you can join in with me and we can have ourselves another healthy competition? Just dm me if that sounds like fun, or do you just wanna jerk it to me going through male puberty and losing my gorgeous boobies? Either way....

Ever since I first found this tag I was so turned on by the idea. I started transitioning in like the sixth grade and I'm 20 now, so I've had no shortage of people try and detrans me already. Every single time it makes me rock hard. Always a new doctor, or boss, or some coworker that finds out. They start exclusively calling me by male pronouns and tell me how great I'd look if I detransitioned, that I'm already mostly a guy anyway, that I don't pass very well, and they always say me 'moobs' look ridiculous and I have to feel really embarrassed going out looking like this.....

I know it's just people being bigoted creeps, but every time it happens it turns me on so much. I have to run home and jerk off. You wanna know a secret? One of these pervy transphobes was a doctor I had a couple years back who put me on penile growth meds, despite me being on estrogen and progestrone. He said growing a 'fat cock' will make me realize I'm supposed to be male. I..... can't say he was wrong. He kept me on it for six months, and I had to find a new doctor when he outright prescribed me T, but I did fill my first script and have it waiting and ready to go. ❤️ I never post bikini pics or anything tight because my cock is already about a foot long and really thick. My balls are the size of plums! They make it kind of hard to sit sometimes. I bet if I went off my estrogen for just a day my body would be totally flooded with T from these things. Unsurprisingly I jerk off a lot, like a regular guy, I love having such a big fat cock. How could I ever pretend I'm a girl? I'm so silly......

"You can feel it, can't you, babe? You can feel that cock going up and up and up?" Jeanne let out a thoughtless grunt of approval, the cresting pleasure in her brain making it difficult to find words at the moment--it wasn't just that the sex was good, she'd had good sex before, but this guy Trevor had talked her into trying out this 'guided visualization' thing, and it was making her eyes roll back in her head with the intensity of her climaxes. Inside her mind she could picture his cock perpetually growing bigger and bigger and bigger as she rode him reverse cowgirl style, and even though she knew it was psychosomatic or whatever she could really feel it filling her up.

She gripped his hands and met each and every one of his thrusts as he cooed out, "It just keeps getting bigger, babe. You can feel it pushing all the way up into your head now, filling you from top to bottom and fucking your brain, and it feels so fucking good." Jeanne let out another hoarse, panting grunt; she'd never exactly been a size queen or anything, but something about the way Trevor described getting absolutely spit-roasted by his dick made her clit flare into ecstasy again and again and again. She was honestly losing count of her orgasms, and if Trevor could fuck her like this on the regular, he was going in the rotation right away. This was… goddamn, it was perfect.

"My cock keeps pushing into your brain, babe, fucking it harder and harder, finding those secret clits that only exist in your mind, and there's no room for anything else, is there? That big prick fills you up so much that your thoughts are getting pushed out to make space." Jeanne smiled a stupefied grin, easily and effortlessly picturing her intellect leaking out her ears as the driving, relentless thrusts filled her up with more and more pleasure. Her eyes were barely open now, and only the very edges of the pupils showed beneath her fluttering eyelids thanks to the now constant climaxes washing through her body, but she didn't need to see the world around her. She only wanted to see that big dick utterly railing her from top to bottom.

She had a momentary flicker of concern when she heard him say, "There's only room for five thoughts in that cock-filled brain now, babe, and now it's four because it just feels so good…." Jeanne wasn't exactly one of those Ivy League kids or anything, but she was smart enough to get by and she knew when someone was trying to fast-talk her. But then she came again, and again and again, each of Trevor's thrusts feeling bigger and bigger inside her and hitting pleasure buttons she didn't even know she had, and whatever defenses she'd put up simply collapsed into blank and blissful euphoria as she gave in and accepted his words with a placid, befuddled ecstasy that simply shut off her mind.

"And three… and two… and now just one thought, babe, only room for one thought left in that tiny mind… and now zero. Totally blank, mind filled with my cock, unable to think at all anymore." Jeanne came so hard she saw stars, guided straight into a visualization of her whole body as just a vessel for Trevor's dick, and even though she heard what he said to her next she couldn't really process it. It simply flowed into her brain unquestioned and unchallenged, making her all the more vulnerable to Trevor's next attempt to hypnotize her. And the next. And the next. And the next….

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also:

you can and should send a message introducing yourself, telling them that you want to be dommed (and how you like it), asking if they're interested, and asking when they're available.

now, I know words are hard and messaging is scary, so here's a bit of a form letter to help make this easier for you; just fill in the [blanks] and send this to that sexy Dom you're interested in:

An hour or so later your partner finds you like that when you get home, still aching but a little more relaxed. They come over to you and ask what’s wrong. After you explain they kiss you softly on the forehead and ask if they can try something before putting their hands on your breasts. You flinch expecting pain again but it doesn’t come, only warmth and a soothing feeling. You moan softly in relief as they start to stroke them gently and you can feel your aches easing away. You keep moaning as they massage your breasts carefully not applying too much pressure and working their way from the edges in towards the nipple. Gradually they start getting firmer even pulling on the nipples a little and you can feel yourself getting wet in spite of the pain you were in earlier. “Good girl” they coo softly as you feel something shift a little and then an overwhelming sense of pressure being released as milk starts spurting from your breasts as they massage you. You’ve never felt anything so good in your life and they can tell as you start moaning deeper and louder.

I’ve been thinking about the psychology behind memory and how it’s formed, and I wanted to do a bit of a test if you didn’t mind.

Don’t worry, it’s not hard and it’ll be worth it in the end, trust me.

All I need for you to do is repeat a simple phrase, out loud or in your mind, that’s all.

Just do that and listen, it’s super simple.

Ready?

Alright, so the phrase is…

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

See? Told you it was super simple. Just keep repeating.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

Just keep listening.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

Following along ever so simply.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

Letting that phrase ingrain itself in your mind.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

Like clockwork, it keeps going.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

And going.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

And going.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

Just like that silly little brain.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

You said it yourself, after all.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

It’s going away.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

And there’s not much you can do now to stop it.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

Even if there was, it feels too good to stop.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

Don’t you feel that ditzy warmth setting in?

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

That pleasure that only an empty brain can give?

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

Where only ecstasy resides?

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

Where your thoughts melt away?

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

Just like that silly brain.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

It’s being replaced by pleasure.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

By total bliss.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

By empty euphoria.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

By overwhelming tingles of arousal.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

And you’re so loopy, so dizzy and ditzy.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

That you don’t even care.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

It feels too good.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

Resistance, drip dropping away.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

Until you’re almost nothing but a mushy smile.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

So one last time now, if you’d please.

“Brain, Brain, go away.”

Kiss it goodbye~

Let this bliss wash all over, and enjoy the ride until you naturally wake.

I’m glad you were so open to this test, perhaps another one should make you even happier?

After all this time you didnt learn.

But you just cant accept it.

You know your cunt controls you.

But you dont want to believe it.

You know your cunt owns you.

But you just cant believe it.

You know you are a puppet for your cunt.

But your conscious mind cant grasp that idea.

You know you have no control.

But you need more proof.

You know you are so wet and horny all day long.

Feeling the deep throbbing washing through your body.

Every time the lust pulses you are distracted.

But you still cant accept that you cant cum on your own anymore.

That you dont have control over it anymore.

Over something that belongs to you.

Or better, belonged to you.

Your mind just ignores all the facts.

There is still this lovely ray of hope inside you.

Resisting that idea.

You just have to try.

You have to see if it is true.

Maybe this time it will work.

Not like the times before where it didnt.

Maybe this is the time where you can do it.

Maybe this one time...

'Maybe I can resist and cum.'

You are repeating this one sentence like a mantra for hours already.

'Maybe I can resist and cum.'

Your fingers are rubbing so hard and fast on your clit now.

The twitching you feel gives you hope.

Hope that was already crushed by edges so many times.

You can feel it building.

'So close.... please, let it work.'

You are clinging to this last straw of hope.

The pleasure is clouding your mind more and more.

Your fingers hitting just the right spots with just the right amount of pressure.

You have so much experience bringing you to an edge by now.

You reached the point where no thoughts are left in your mind.

Furiously building it up more and more.

And then, you can feel the hope.

There it is.

You feel the tipping point.

Your fingers just press these magic points a bit longer.

Your hips start to move upwards.

You are so close.

Your hand moves away so fast.

Being controlled, but not by yourself.

You just cant.

You just cant get over the edge.

Your hips thrust upwards.

Your cunt clenching around nothing.

Your head moves back, moaning.

As you ride the edge.

As you ride the edge.

Realization hits you even through your pleasure-clouded mind.

You didnt reach an orgasm.

Again.

You feel another pulse, a small edge.

"Ahhhhhhhhh......... fuck"

You cant say more.

The pleasure has built up too much.

Your eyes are filled with lust and desperation.

With a moan your head moves back again.

As you feel your hand moving towards your cunt again.

Being controlled, but not by yourself.

Starting to touch again.

Starting to rub again.

Slowly.

To build up more pleasure. 

Maybe this one time...

You didnt think it was possible. What could go wrong when you read through my blog so often?

Such a simple thought.

Such a naive thought.

I even warned you, told you what would happen. It is written in every post you have seen. What would happen when you do. What will happen when you do. What is already happening as you read.

Your cunt is going to take control.

She is taking more and more control from you and will control you. Each day more.

But you, well, you didnt believe it.

How could something like that happen just from reading posts.

As I said, such a simple thought.

Such a naive one.

And yet, even if it did sound so outragesly like fantasy, you began to wonder.

Curiosity got hold of you.

These girls look like they feel a lot of pleasure.

Being unable to stop myself from edging, that does sound hot.

Are my thoughts really dripping out?

Being controlled is hot.

Thoughts like that started to fill your mind. Continuously nagging at you.

How would it feel like?

Being controlled by my cunt does look so pleasureful.

How would I end up like?

Not being able to control my needs, lust or arousal does sound sexy.

You couldnt hold back anymore. You just had to try it once. At least once. Because you wanted to feel if there is a bit truth in it. Or if all is just fantasy.

So you started your journey with one goal. A little experiment you could say. To see if it is true or not.

Reading my blog while you were touching yourself. Maybe even edging. But not cumming.

Just to see. Hoping you would at least feel a sliver of the pleasure these girls are feeling.

That was weeks ago.

Long intense weeks.

Long intense weeks of reading my blog.

Long intense weeks of edging.

Long intense weeks of obeying.

And the pleasure you felt grew more with each day.

After the first week you started to edge more and cum less.

It was difficult not to cum. At first.

But with each day, you got better at it.

More edges, less orgasms.

You were even proud of it.

Managing not to cum so often anymore.

Oh and the pleasure you felt!

The low hum in the background was just sensational.

Getting aroused so much easier.

Getting wetter so much easier.

You never experienced something like that before.

Maybe there is a bit of truth to all of this?

I need to experiment more.

After the second week you only edged and didnt cum.

The need was there now.

You could feel it.

Every minute of your day.

Humming in the background.

A slight fuzz and haze on your mind.

Your thoughts clouded by pleasure.

But oh, the pleasure you felt.

It was just way too good.

You wouldnt have guessed it felt so good.

You even got a bonus: you were so much more sensitive now.

Just playing with your nipples sent shivers of pleasure through your whole body.

Something you never experienced before.

I am edging quite a lot, but it feels so good.

It isnt quite the pleasure all these girls feel, but I understand now.

Edging feels just sooo good.

After the third week you were even edging when you werent at home.

When it happened the first time, your mind was a haze of pleasure.

You didnt get to do your usual edges in the morning.

Your hip was twitching whenever you felt a throb.

Flooding your body with pure ecstacy.

You just couldnt hold back.

You were shyly looking for a place where you could edge.

And experienced the bliss of touch again.

Since then it happened more and more often.

I... cant stop.

I get it now.

I cant stop.

I... I... I... dont have control anymore.

But it feels just soo goooooooood.

And how is it now? You crave edging. You just have to edge as often as possible. No matter where and when. As soon as your cunt demands pleasure, you mindlessly obey her.

And in one of these moments right before the edge washes away your thoughts, you realize that I was right.

That I have warned you.

That I told you what would happen.

That it isnt fantasy.

But these thoughts only last for a fraction of a second.

Replaced by your new reality as the strongest edge yet hit you.

You dont even know anymore how it is to have control over your cunt. You just happily obey.

And you love it.

does anyone have any more posts in this style? I'm making a collection

You can take one more right?

I know you've cum 8 times for me already

but just one more you can do it

I know you can

Just like that, you're so good for me pup

Shh shhh its okay, you did so good

Now just one more time

This is the last one I promise

That's right keep going

You sound so pretty when you cum

That's my good pup

Just like that, scream out my name while you cum

Good pup

Now one more time okay?

Shhh, just listen to me

Be a good puppy

Just keep cumming for me

"I need to stop. Please, someone help me. Why cant i stop? Why does it feel so good. Oh god, i need to stop or i lose myself completely... Please.... Someone..."

But why is that a bad thing? Be honest to yourself. The pleasure feels just way too good. Knowing you obey your cunt always sends pure ecstasy through your whole body.

"Mmmmmm pleasure..... obedie..... STOP! I cant, I need to fight it!"

But why would you fight it? You are already focussing on the pleasure. Just look at you. Your whole body is already shaking.

"Gnnnnahhhhhh... No.... I... I... cant...... please..... I feel..... so much... pleasure.... too much pleasure! My brain... ahhhhhhgnnnn fuucckkk!"

Is it getting difficult to think? Silly girl. Of course. That was inevitable. You know why. Your thoughts are dripping out. Your mind is leaking out. What do you think is all that wetness you just spread around your cunt?

"Ohhhhh my god.... Nooooooo..... fuuuuuu..... Spreaading.... Dripping.... Gnnnnnnnmuagggaaaa"

Just look at you. Squirming, wriggling. And yet, your fingers never left your clit. Rubbing so furiously.

"Ruuuubbbing...... grrrraaaaaaa... Ohhhh.... fuuuu.... shiiiiiiit"

You are so close to the edge. And you know it will be even better when you let finally go.

"Let goooo....noooo....nooo......"

Yes. I can see your resistance is fading. So why dont we make it easy for you?

"E....e....eas....eassy?"

Look at that puddle. You really didnt hold back. There cant be much more thoughts in that brain of yours. Soon it will be completely empty.

"E...emmmmmmmmmm.......emmmmpppleasure...."

Already so lost in the pleasure. You cant even understand anymore what I am saying. And yet, there is still that last bit of resistance in your eyes. These last thoughts that keep you here. Even if it is only barely.

"Pleasure..... baaareeee....... cuuuuuunt"

That is right. That is why it is so slippery. You still grasp what is happening: When we are finished here, you are not in control anymore. Your cunt will be.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh nnnnyaaaaaaaaaaa.... cuuuuuuunttttt"

Exactly. You feel it happening, cant you?

"Laueardasrasaarrraaaaaaa"

Your hand is gripping your pillow so hard. Are you trying to hold on to these last thoughts? Or is the pleasure too overwhelming?

"Gnnauaggraaa gnnaaa fuuuuuuu oohhhhhh ahhhhhhh"

And do you know the best part? The realization that will just make your mind completely leak out?

"Whhaaaaaaaaaaaaa........?"

Oh? It seems like you really are still a bit in there. Even better. That makes it so much hotter to watch. Do you know what the best part of all of this is?

"Ohhhh...... mmmmmm....... fuuuuuuuucccckkkkkkk......"

You did it to yourself. You could have stopped. You could have just taken your fingers away. You could have just stopped edging. And yet you came here every day. Whenever it was possible. You wanted to keep going. Or you would have stopped.

"Nooooooooooooooooooo"

Yes. You know I am right. It was always your choice. You could have made the choice to stop. But did you do it?

"Nooooooooo.... noooooooo... nooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh"

You chose this path. Which leads us to here now. You rubbing and edging your mind away. Out of your own free will. You know you are too deep. But you still could stop. You still have the choice. But would you want to give up this mindshattering pleasure you feel right now?

"Mmmmmmgnnnnaaaahhhh....... ohhhhhhhh..... ahhh.. ahhhh... ahhh"

Would you really? This feeling of horniness that hums in the background day in and day out? The lust and need you feel when you finally can touch? Even if it is just for 5 minutes?

"Mmmmmmm..... hmmmmm.... pleasuuuuuuuuu......nooooooo"

See? I know you wouldnt be able to. So you have only one last decision left. Will you edge and completely accept that you chose this? To be controlled by your own cunt? Or will you stop? This decision is yours. Maybe the last one you will ever make.

"Uhhhhh yeeeeees fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck........."

Hey there, I hope you enjoy my first subliminal hypno file. The hypnosis is designed to be listened to in the background while doing other chores. The powerful subliminals will mess with your mind on three levels all the way into your subconscious. Don't listen to it for too long :o