rare delights

You resisted for months. He was so handsome, so tall, so insistent. But you were worried. He had a dominant streak, a tendency to tell you what he wanted and then expect you to do it. And you wished you didn't, but you liked it.

What was the moment it changed? Well, you really wished it was when he took you to Italy or when he kissed you under the streetlamp or something...

But it was the cock. Tasting it on your knees. He was so convincing, but the second you saw it you didn't need logic anymore. Seven and a half inches, thick, dribbling precum.

"We just..." You tried to speak as your tongue massaged his shaft. You pulled away. "We can't date. You're too..."

"Powerful?" he asked, laughing. Your girly little pussy gushed.

"I was gonna say 'pushy,'" you said, and you took him deep in your throat.

"Hm," he said. "I'm curious. You're not stopping me now as I start to slide in and out. You're not doing anything. Looks like if I try to make you the happiest girl on earth and turn you into my desperate little cockslut, you're not going to do anything at all. Are you?"

If you want a plant to grow, give it water and sun.

If you want a girl to grow, give her safety and time and beautiful things to wear and space to explore.

If you want a slut to grow, give her pleasure and perspective and big throbbing cocks to learn to enjoy.

Don’t harm yourself for kink

Don’t isolate yourself for kink

Don’t put yourself into debt for kink

Don’t put yourself in danger for kink

Alot of people talk a big game about these things, but please practice safe kink practices. Negotiate saftey, boundaries, establish consent. Practice aftercare and check in and make sure people you trust know where you are. Whether you’re dominant, submissive, or switch you deserve safe fun consensual kinks.

It can become dangerous for you and/or your partner(s) really quickly if you don’t make the small effort to make it safe. Getting off is not worth it.

Never forget what you're for.

The world is so lucky to have you to use.

"This is crazy, but I honestly haven't felt much of any anxiety! Ever since my boyfriend has been reading me the hypnotic inductions, I've felt so relaxed. Once I'm out, I forget what I say and do, but my boyfriend says we have a good time. Oh, he told me to ask if you had anything...stronger?"

"I do," the therapist said. "But would you like that?"

You love having something hard and insistent in your pussy, but more than that, you love being an obedient, willing girl for a big strong man.

You've almost cum just from feeling useful.

You've masturbated thinking about a time you told a man "I just wanna make you feel good..."

Now you're posing for him every time you hear him coming, back arched, biting your lip.

You used to be sweet. "Do you like me?"

Now your interests are a little stronger. "Yes sir, I'm your little slut."

You used to hate giving oral.

Now you moan when you taste his precum, you slap his cock on your tongue, and your thighs are soaked as you swallow huge gulps of hot cum.

You used to just lie there and let him pound you.

So your boyfriend suggested Subtraction Training, and you trusted him. So you signed up for a weekly hypnosis session.

Of course, your sexual interest in your boyfriend jumped from the first day. Without any self-consciousness, you asked the nurses if you could suck his cock in the exam room. "Of course!" said one of the women, giggling, and the doctor who came in to find you gargling your boyfriend's balls said you were "responding perfectly" to the therapy. As your boyfriend came all over your face at your request, you stared up at him in lustful bliss.

You were told that you'd get plenty of sexual urges, and they weren't lying. You found yourself, on the subway, sensually licking your water bottle and moaning as it leaked into your cleavage. When your work crush came by to say hi, you stared at his crotch and forgot how to think for a minute.

But what surprised you most of all was the girls. Beautiful, feminine, graceful, you'd never seen them as more than just potential friends, but now you were hooked. Late at night you watched videos of girls masturbating and drooled, rubbing yourself until you came.

Your husband didn't seem bothered by it. In fact, he took the two of you out on dates to the club and scenes downtown. He even started inviting a few of his gorgeous friends -- women like Talia who, a month ago, you'd sometimes worried about.

But Talia, who'd also done Subtraction Training recently, turned out to be the life of the party. Redhead, huge tits, and she wore a low-cut top. You were dripping on the dance floor.

"Dance together!" your boyfriend shouted over the din of the music.

The bass was pumping inside your pussy. You looked at your boyfriend, drool forming in your mouth, and nodded.

Now her huge tits are in your hands. Your boyfriend's cock is so hard you can see it through his jeans.

"Talia," you whisper in her ear as you cup her massive tits, "you really should come back to our place tonight."

"I'm sorry I haven't been going out after work so much. Jimmy really likes having me home so he can use... um... our time...the best... oh, he's calling me! I make sure to answer whenever he calls, just give me a sec...

Their cocks can only cum so many times a day, and their balls only produce so much cum, but your friends will almost always find time for you to come over when you text begging to swallow their loads. Sometimes, they're even nice enough to text when they're horny so you can come over, get on your stomach, and moan while they pound you until they bust inside your pussy.

You try to be grateful and make delicious food for any man that lets you take his load. You also try not to be selfish and let him fuck any other girls he wants. "Girls like me want to be used," you like to say. "And every girl who wants to should be useful to you."

Sometimes you wish men would be a bit more selfish. You've only had three men ever refuse to let you leave the house and demand that you be an eager cockslave -- and none of them kept you for more than a week.

Since their cocks take a lot of the blood that would normally go to their brains, you try to make it easy for them to understand. As you bounce on their dicks you try to say things like "All I want to be is a good slut for you" and "I don't have a purpose except for making cocks cum."

You really wish that a man would decide he's going to own you forever and make you the primary receptacle for his hot, sticky seed. You look in the mirror at home, shaking your ass, sticking out your tongue just wishing to become the property of a huge hungry dick that wants to destroy you and pound you until you're a brainless object that only exists for pleasure.

When you're here, imagining your bright pink future, you might feel there's a great gulf between the everyday woman you are now and The Girl You Want To Become. That Girl is so free, so hot, so eager to please. How could you compare?

But there's only a few changes you need to make.

You don't take the lead. You're shy, nervous to take the reins. To become the Girl you want to become, all you need to add is explicit reliance on big strong men. "You're so smart." "Gosh, thank you! It's hard to lift heavy stuff!" "I wish you could help me with stuff like this all the time."

You need to enjoy yourself. The Girl you Want to Become loves life -- tasting delicious foods, looking beautiful, making people happy. She experiences joy every day. Her mind is as sensitive and pliable and delicate as her body, reactive to men and delighted by them. "This is amazing!" "Oh, this is my favorite dress..." "Your hands feel incredible, oh my God..."

You need to stop resisting. The Girl You Want to Become does what men want her to, and loves it. "Oh, you like seeing me bent over? Take a look." "No, I don't have any plans this weekend. Do you want to make some for me?" "Do you want me to swallow or do you want to cum on my tits?"

You might feel nervous about this. It might feel like a betrayal of your principles. But that's such a dumb take. Look at the happiest women in your life. Isn't it weird how all of them are pretty and owned by a man? Isn't it weird how all of them take the backseat, enjoy themselves, and stop resisting?

There are lots of reasons to decide to change into The Girl You Want to Become. You might really like having men take care of you and be nice to you. You might really like getting your pussy pounded by big meaty cocks as you moan helplessly. You might just want to give up control and not have to be a whole complicated person.

All of this is valid. But above all else, the Girl You Want to Become is about one thing: being happy.

Sure, he had the wealthy family and the partnership at the law firm. But you were an athlete, a real figure. You had a name that people recognized.

The romance was whirlwind, the wedding cost several million dollars, and at the end of it you were his wife. You fought sometimes, but the sex was amazing, and the money made most problems go away.

Throughout the years, you got anxious. Not his fault.

The Subtraction Training helped a ton. Weekly sessions that you couldn't remember too clearly, except for walking out with a big smile and a sore throat and something wet on your chin. And at-home practice where your husband used the hypnotic triggers to bring you down and help reinforce some of the lessons. You love hearing him say the triggers, and you love the feeling of his cock filling up your mouth and throbbing against your tongue, and you love that this is what the doctor wants.

You're on your knees in the home gym. For the last few months, you've been waiting for him on tuesdays and sucking him off. You've started craving the taste of his cum.

You serve him now. You chose that.

You ask yourself: is this something I should be worried about?

"I think so too...

"Maybe I can... be your big-titty slut now. I think that's what that hard dick wants. And right now, it's what I want too.

Men play games of strength, domination, victory. Boiling anger is pent up in their muscles, waiting to be unleashed. Red-hot, thick cocks harden as they feel in control and ready to spread their seed.

Your game is more delicate, more sensitive, smarter.

Your body is perfect -- a soft, welcoming, ready place to receive power and use it. You play games of alluring, of pleasing, of submitting. Women's bodies are wet, soft, inviting to receive fingers, tongues, and most importantly, sperm-spewing fat cocks. Your purpose is to witness power, admire it -- and let it fill you with itself.

You're not losing when he bends you on your knees in broad daylight in the tennis court and plunges his massive dick into your gorgeous slit until you gasp and gulp and cum and then he pumps a half-gallon of burning hot cum into your delicious sopping pussy.

We're so glad you've asked.

The Subtraction Hypnosis is a values-based, ethical framework that reminds women how they really want to see the world. You, as a person, have deep yearnings for a certain kind of life: the Subtraction Training is just a tool to make you actualize it. When in hypnosis, you'll be reminded of what you care about the most, how you want to live, and what priorities you want to set for yourself.

For example, repeat after me: "I want to be a good person.

"I want to be happy.

"Good girls are happy."

See? It's that easy.

There are more than a hundred mantras in the Subtraction Training. It would take a long time for me to recite them all, but I assure you, they are part of an ethics-based value network. It's all about making you become the kind of person the world needs.

A girl-shaped hole in the universe, ready to be filled with cock.

Men know what you’re for. Other girls know what you’re for. Why are you so hesitant to give in?

He’s in the bathroom now, getting cleaned up. You already saw the print in his jeans earlier. This night won’t be easy.