Sleeperk

But it's completely customizable... I mean, sure, random messages reminding you to be mindful is neat. But I want reminders that I'm a slut, or that I'm just an object. I want random triggers and a mantra that drop me and leave me drooling unexpectedly. I want to wake up edging and wondering what the fuck happened until I see the notification again as my head starts to get fuzzy and the room fades a way for the second, third, fourth time? Who knows how long its been.

Realizing that yes, my tongue is indeed out, I clicked on the little arrow to see the rest of the text:

venturing too far into the circus after the show has ended might lead to a sudden encounter with one of the agile circus clowns. a clown who has been watching the hypnotist magician and his petit assistant’s performance very Very VERY closely.

maybe, even though it clearly wasn’t a good idea, you won’t regret it THAT much… right?

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i was browsing pinterest and came across one of those posing ideas by @vanoraimutee (pinterest profile @). i’ve been dying to draw a scene like this for a while, love jesters and clowns hehe

hope you enjoy the scene AND the short short story that i came up with to set the mood

"Against what?" the adventurer asks. They didn't say anything, but this does not tend to stop the ilithid from passing judgment on stray thoughts.

This is not a stray thought. It is an unwise fixation. There are not enough hours in the day to comment on the majority of your 'stray thoughts'.

The adventurer smiles. "If you insist. Well, what's so unwise about it? You'd want to eat me?"

No. I still require your assistance.

"Good to know." They laugh. For a proportedly straight-forward species, their ilithid companion tends to beat about the bush.

It makes an audible grumble. You will not be able to resist domination, and I will not let you go.

That gave them pause. "And here I thought you were indifferent to me," they joke.

You are useful. You would make a good thrall.

They cross their arms. This does beg an obvious question, doesn't it?

Your guild's trust in me is tentative. Enthralling you would be counterproductive.

"Fair enough, I suppose." But—

It is in my nature to dominate. I resist this impulse at its root. Letting you go is another matter altogether. It would be as unnatural to me as you choosing to starve mere feet from a banquet hall.

"Fine, fine, I get it, I'm too tempting for a taste," they say, waving their arms in the air. "Just don't complain if one of your buddies enthrall me first."

There is a palpable silence in the adventurer's mind. It raises the hair on their neck; the ilithid is never this quiet.

You make a compelling point, it finally 'says'. Perhaps it is in your nature to be dominated. You will be useless to me if you stray.

Their heart skips a beat. A moment passes. Nothing happens. "...You're messing with me."

No. It was a test.

Face flushing, the adventurer scoffs and says nothing.

Perhaps we should return to the guild. Your perversions are a liability.

"Hey! That's not fair, I just— I thought—"

Very little.

"Shut up, I just panicked," they insisted, heat crawling down their neck. "That's the whole reason I figured it might be a good idea to– to, y'know, get me used to the, um... The sensations, or warning signs—"

There would be none. Your mind would spread for me at first provocation. Instantly, you would slip into a waking slumber and never rouse again.

"...Hmph." They fold their arms again.

If nothing else, your eagerness is noted. Perhaps the guild would allow me to buy you at some future junction.

"I'm not for sale!" they bellow, indignant.

"Still in there, sweetie?" Darren asked, and Lorna knew she was in trouble when the answer slipped away in a tide of pleasure and all she could do was roll her eyes back in her head and grunt like a rutting sow in response to his words. Their friends gave a little chuckle at that, which should have embarrassed Lorna and probably did but the feeling was buried under wave after mind-shattering wave of utter ecstasy. Her whole body quaked and jiggled, especially her ample ass, while her supposedly ex-boyfriend fingered her at the jackhammer pace she'd missed so very badly. It was a dangerous place to be.

Because she knew the crowd they hung out with all too well. They were all kind of kinky, they were all kind of sexually perverse, and they all had a sadistic streak even if some of them were just submissives who loved to watch someone get even weaker and sluttier than they were. If Lorna couldn't pull her shit together and prove that it took more than Darren's strong, dexterous fingers to melt her into a puddle of brainless lust, she was going to become the entertainment at every single one of their little get-togethers… and that was bad, even if Lorna couldn't remember why it was bad right now because she was cumming so hard she barely knew her own name anymore.

That was kind of the hardest part of levering herself out of the mushy, messy pit of lust she'd fallen into--every time Lorna tried to warn herself that she was going to wind up as nothing more than a party favor for a band of perverted freaks who loved passing her around, every time she pictured herself going dumb and dizzy and just melting into a warm haze of arousal while the others casually groped and fondled her naked body and used all her holes for their own amusement, it only heightened the pleasure Darren was eliciting with his sculptor's fingers. He could make stone and metal bend to his whim, so what chance did her pussy stand? None, and that shouldn't have turned her on as much as it did but there she was squirting all over the towel he put down.

"Yeah, I think she's pretty much gone," she heard him say, but it was as if she was down at the bottom of a well and the words were coming from far overhead. "She got like this all the time when I really started working on her, kind of like she was hypnotized or something," he added, and the appreciative chuckles washed over Lorna like birdsong while her mind struggled to string together even a single coherent thought. This was why she broke up with Darren in the first place, because she could just tell she wasn't going to have the wit to resist him if he started getting assertive about something, and it was kind of nice to be proved right but not if it meant getting shown off to a half-dozen people with her cunt gushing all over the damn place.

The trouble became danger when Kara, one of her supposed friends and someone who ostensibly cared about her, leaned over the arm of the couch and whispered, "You're going to wake up wanting to eat my pussy," into Lorna's delicate, shell-like ears. It wasn't even that she heard it and immediately felt the notion glomp onto her hazy, dissociated consciousness without a trace of resistance--it was that she knew this was setting a precedent among the group. Now that they all realized she couldn't stop herself from spreading her legs for Darren and going totally cum-dumb and suggestible, they'd all want a turn… and Lorna knew, on an intuitive level that even her total mental vacancy couldn't reach, that she would wind up doing every last thing they said.

I tell them their name is Fuckholes, and duh, of course it is. They're not really sure why I'm making such a big deal of telling them their own name.

I remind them they've always been an anal addict, and they can't help but realize just how empty they feel, and how much a cock sliding into their ass would really just hit the spot.

She says she can hold just enough shape to form a bed of her own and you can lay on top, claiming having a wider surface will cool her down and allow you to cool down on top of her. This doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

You climb on top and try not to lose your balance. It feels like a jiggly water bed who is giggling at your every touch. After inching your way to the center, you finally collapse, sprawled out on top of her. You both sigh at the cooling effect and how comfortable it is.

Closing your eyes, you feel like you’re drifting through space, supported by your roommate’s gel. That is, until the cool slime starts creeping over you. She’s subtle at first, brushing your legs and sides. Quickly, she moves more obvious in intent, rubbing your thighs and fondling your breasts.

In seconds you’re just as hot and blushing as you were before climbing into this situation. However, the soft moans escaping your lips show just how in love you are being bound in slime.

She grabs you, like she’s done hundreds of times before. The gooey sensation of her body still felt amazing to you, despite the familiarity. This time though, you could feel something different emanating from her. A pure hunger directed solely at you.

You instinctually try to pull away, but she has you held tight. You look down to see where she’s grabbing your arms and you gasp. You don’t know where you start and she does. Her slime is changing you, your body being replaced while she clings tightly.

Trying harder to pull away is useless, your brain says, but the thought doesn’t feel like your own. Your body isn’t the only thing changing. Her slime is seeping into your mind, your thoughts, turning it into an envious beauty like your girlfriend. Within seconds you’re a blubbery mess on the floor. You look up to see her smiling down at you and saying how perfect you look. She reaches down and pulls you up, but your knees feel so weak.

Most people take a gag as permission to be loud. Either because they take it as a challenge "try to silence me, I'll show you" or because they think it's going to muffle noise so they're free to be noisy. They'll be unintelligible of course but they will make all types of pretty noises.

Expectation is an incredibly powerful tool you can make use of. People like patterns, people like predictability, they like knowing what's going to happen. So make rules and follow them, make patterns and keep to them, be predictable and your sub will feel safe and comfortable with you, they will trust you more if they know what you're going to do and how you're going to react.

"Come on in, girls," Ximena murmured, her low coaxing tones beckoning Luna and Isabel into the apartment. "Come in and talk to Tia Ximena, I can see you've got a lot on your mind." That was about as true as the older woman's title of aunt to her two neighbors--both women had glazed and vacant stares, and their faces only became more and more devoid of expression as they closed the door behind them and settled into mesmerized contemplation of the naked lady on the couch--but they nodded nonetheless. They'd grown accustomed over the last few months to bringing their problems to the wise, comforting authority figure who lived just down the hall from them, and neither Isabel nor Luna had ever noticed their trust slipping gradually into dependency.

Ximena spread her legs, revealing a tawny cunt with glistening moisture clinging to her light brown labia, and purred out, "Why don't you come and tell me all about it, Luna." The raven-haired younger woman nodded blankly, even though she didn't have a single notion of what had drawn her to Ximena's apartment in the first place--it had simply become habit by now to visit her neighbor as soon as Isabel got home from work, the two of them following instincts they didn't even realize Ximena had programmed into them, and although they had vague and euphoric memories of unburdening themselves to the wiser and older woman, they couldn't recall any specific details. And when Luna knelt between Ximena's thighs and opened her mouth, the only thing her tongue wanted to do was lick.

Isabel watched the whole spectacle with voyeuristic reverence, her hands moving on their own to shrug off her skirt and panties, but Ximena had something to occupy her as well. She hefted one heavy breast in her hand, cooing, "You'll feel so much better with something to suck on, sweetie," and Isabel's feet stirred themselves into motion like she was walking underwater. It hadn't taken Ximena long to discover Isabel's oral fixation--both women had babbled out all their dirty little secrets while in trance for the talented hypnotist, and Ximena had used them to ratchet her control over their minds ever more tightly with each passing day--and the moment Isabel's lips latched around Ximena's nipple her brain plummeted into a deep and thoughtless state of obedience. She simply couldn't resist her own intimately tailored temptation, and Ximena knew it.

"That's my good girls," she purred, her voice growing husky with arousal as her cunt slickened under Luna's ministrations. "Don't you feel so much better now?" They obviously did; by this point Luna was humping the air while she licked, and Isabel was letting out tiny grunts of ecstasy under her breath while she squeezed her thighs together in a kind of dreamlike masturbation. Later, once the immediate urgency of her lust was sated, Ximena would bring her two pets together to make love while she deepened their conditioning, but she always found they were a little more receptive to brainwashing when they had a chance to get themselves worked up and she needed a bit of post-nut clarity to help her determine how best to control them. This wasn't just a way to get her rocks off with two hypnotized sluts, it was part of her longer strategy.

Which was, admittedly, all geared toward the goal of getting her rocks off with two hypnotized sluts, but Ximena was happy to acknowledge that. She would train them, condition them, implant their brains with triggers and suggestions that would make them her obedient pets for as long as they lived here… and when they moved on, as they inevitably would, there was always another pair of young women to come along and learn how to trust the wisdom of age.