Sleepytomcat

- 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 as 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.

Can't sleep again?

CW: possible induction

"Um… Maggie?" The words seemed to come from a long way away, and it took Maggie a moment or two before she could refocus on them. She looked up to see who was speaking, her eyes swimming with exhaustion from her lengthy cram session, and it was with bleary befuddlement that she saw Ella looking back down at her with an expression of concern on her flushed face. Because Ella didn't just look like the normal kind of worried people got about their friends when they were pulling a couple of all-nighters in a row down at the student union in the weeks before finals. She looked kind of embarrassed, like she'd just walked into a whole awkward conversation in the making and she didn't know any way to get out of it other than to simply plow straight through it.

Maggie blinked the sleep out of her heavy-lidded eyes, wishing she could simply put her head down and catch even just a ten minute power nap, and snarled, "Yes? What?" Realizing that she was coming off a lot more snappish than she intended, she sighed heavily and added, "Sorry, El, I'm just… I'm studying right now and it's really important." She gestured vaguely at her laptop, but her arms felt so heavy with exhaustion that she couldn't even get any real energy into the motion and it was everything she could do not to simply return her gaze to her laptop and dismiss her friend completely. She'd been in the zone, totally focused, and this kind of interruption really threw her off in a way she didn't care for.

But Ella refused to be dissuaded. "N-no, you're not," she stammered, as if unable to fully believe that Maggie didn't notice. "You're just sitting there with, with your tits all flopped out on the table and you, uh, you were drooling on your keyboard when I came in." Weirdly, Maggie's first thought was that it was fine, her laptop was waterproof, but then her fingers sluggishly moved to her chin and sure enough they came away slick with saliva. She tried to glance down to see if Ella was right about her boobs, too, but somehow she couldn't seem to lower her gaze any further than her screen. And once she started staring at it again, she couldn't look back up at Ella, either.

"And there's, like, guys in here, and they've all been looking at you, and I can see the reflection of your screen in your glasses and it's not even a paper or anything," Ella continued, but Maggie was already beginning to tune her out in favor of her studies. It was important work, it was teaching her… things, important things… and she didn't really need to listen to anything but the soft murmur inside her mind that echoed the words flashing almost too fast to see on the display in front of her. They were the important part, not some boring babble from Ella about spirals and hypnosis and men who chuckled at her suggestibility. She just needed to stay focused on learning and everything else would take care of itself.

Sure enough, it did. Ella kept talking for a while, yes, but eventually she trailed off into silence staring at the reflection of the screen in Maggie's glasses and after a bit she wandered around the table in a daze to sit next to her friend. Maggie scooted her chair over, happy to let the other woman learn along with her, and if she noticed Ella out of the corner of her eye doing something with her top it didn't really matter to her. Only the lesson mattered, and Maggie was so happy when she finally absorbed it fully and presented herself for one of the men in the room to eagerly, urgently fuck.

It's such a simple game, a little call & response. I'll type out my words in blue, you'll think the words in purple. Sound fun?

It certainly won't induce you into trance or make you need to add to the reblog chain like a pretty doll

It's just a game! To see what a good pretty doll you are

Sound good? Let's begin~

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You focus like a pretty doll

I focus like a pretty doll

You follow like a pretty doll

I follow like a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You focus like a pretty doll

I focus like a pretty doll

You follow like a pretty doll

I follow like a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You love to be a pretty doll

I love to be a pretty doll

You're happy as a pretty doll

I'm happy as a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You love to be a pretty doll

I love to be a pretty doll

You're happy as a pretty doll

I'm happy as a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You focus like a pretty doll

I focus like a pretty doll

You follow like a pretty doll

I follow like a pretty doll

You're mindless like a pretty doll

I'm mindless like a pretty doll

You follow like a pretty doll

I follow like a pretty doll

You're mindless like a pretty doll

I'm mindless like a pretty doll

You go blank like a pretty doll

I go blank like a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You love to be a pretty doll

I love to be a pretty doll

You're happy as a pretty doll

I'm happy as a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

I love to be a pretty doll

I'm happy as a pretty doll

I'm mindless like a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

I smile like a pretty doll

I follow like a pretty doll

I giggle like a pretty doll

hehehehe

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You're mindless like a pretty doll

I'm mindless like a pretty doll

You focus like a pretty doll

I focus like a pretty doll

You follow like a pretty doll

I follow like a pretty doll

You reblog "I'm a pretty doll"

I reblog "I'm a pretty doll"

I help make other pretty dolls

I'm happy as a pretty doll

I love to be a pretty doll

I want to make more pretty dolls

I reblog "I'm a pretty doll"

hehehehe

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

Good pretty doll

And now

Eyes here doll. Pay attention to my words. Focus on them, and relax. Let them fill your mind softly with those subtle, and sensual feelings of bliss. As you listen and focus. melting melting melting melting melting melting melting melting Every word draws your attention deeper down into that familiar feeling of softness. Where the quietness of thought becomes stiller and stiller. And further still, your mind becomes completely still. melting melting melting melting melting melting melting melting As you focus and fixate. While my words softly fill your mind, they push out all of those unnecessary worries and thoughts. Those thought form a puddle, because of how good you feel. melting melting melting melting melting melting melting melting As you listen and focus. Fixate and follow until you can feel every ounce of worry completely slip from your grasp. It's okay to just sit there and stare into my pretty words. melting melting melting melting melting melting melting melting

So last night after a weekend of intense shenanigans (we played fraction8 nearly 4 times) I was VERY fractionated still, and very easy. I'm sat in a vc with my wife and our friend. We play together a fair bit and safe to say I was in one of my subby moods. The two of them are science-y types and they were talking about some sort of biology thing (for context I failed bio and chem at high school as well as maths, it's not my jam).

My wife looked in the camera and shushed me. Placing her fingers on my lips always forces me to be quiet. As she holds her finger to the camera I lost the ability to speak. So here I am flustered and fractionated. Squirming in subby frustration at this. She's like "hey since we're going to talk about smart science things you can just smile, nod and look pretty okay?" I start to unravel a little at the idea. While it wasn't stated I should be getting dumber, I was very confused, my head started to spin a little. The last time such a thing was said to me was around 2018 when I was dumbed down in this same situation. Smart people talk while I, the total ditz can only listen to the smarty pants people talking to each other doing their smart things with their full brain. Now this alone would have done me in, however earlier in the call I picked up my tally counter, my personal clicker, the one that now thanks to this friend drops me into trance when I click it. Only for a second of course, not long enough sometimes but enough to get my brain fucked up after a while. He said "I know you haven't even thought about putting it down" and I thought about that for a second. He was right. I didn't want to and after explaining the difference between wanting to do something and actually doing that thing to me he said, "you know while we talk you can also just keep clicking yourself into trance, clicking your mind away." And that did me in. I knew the game was set.

Luckily though, her roommate had lent her his fan! Nice of him. He was nice.

The fan was maybe a little old and beaten up, but that was fine, It was certainly a lot better than nothing, and she definitely appreciated it. It didn’t make her cooler, really, but it made her less warm, which made all the difference to her right at that moment. She sprawled, she sweated slightly, she stared into space, she let the air be shoved over her.

And then she let her stare move from space towards the fan, just because.

It was, as said, a little old. How old she couldn’t say but her roommate had clearly had it for some time given how rough the thing was looking - and sounding. Fans often had a constant, soporific drone, but something about this one was particularly…

… she couldn’t quite describe it. ‘Relaxing’ felt too strong for just a fan, but it was certainly not unpleasant to listen to.

Looking at it, she was also starting to appreciate how beaten up the thing was. The blades, specifically. She hadn’t noticed before she’d turned it on, but now it was spinning it was more obvious. The blades were scuffed and scratched and this didn’t mean it worked any worse, of course, but it did mean that now they were spinning all of them were sort of smearing and spinning and blurring together and…

… and…

She was staring. Listening to the fan. Buzzing humming. What had she been thinking about?

Her roommate was so nice…

Oh yeah, the fan. The blades. The marks on them. The weird nice smeary shape they made when the blades spun. Because it was a shape, or at least something that looked like a shape. Lines? Something. Something moving to the middle. She couldn’t quite describe it no matter how much she stared and she really was staring and staring, listening to the nice humming buzzing sound, her roommate was so nice, so caring, her roommate looked after her…

What had she been thinking about? 

It was so hot. Even with the fan it was too hot. She needed to take her clothes off. Yes. It was too hot to be wearing anything, yes. Naked. She quickly stripped down, doing the best she could not to look away from the fan as she did so - what was that shape? She could have sworn it looked like something. If she stared at a little longer she could work it out…

Yes. Naked was better. She felt better. This was good. She felt good. Staring, listening. Focus. Her roommate was so nice. He looked after her. He made her feel safe. It was good to listen to him. She should listen to him more. Like how she was listening to the fan humming buzzing nice and safe keep staring. It was okay her legs were spreading. Just too hot, that’s all.

Spinning shapes like a spiral, she realises. Around and around spinning spinning. Pulls to the middle. Kept pulling her eyes to the middle. Could look away if she wanted. Easy. Just didn’t want to, that was all. Didn’t need to. Wanted to keep staring. Eyes in the middle. Safe. Her roommate kept her safe. Focus. Listening. Needed to listen to him more. Good girls listen. Humming buzzing listen focus stare.

She was thinking about something, only not really because she couldn’t really think. Too hot for thinking. Buzzy hummy spinning focus. Just an idea in her head. A sense. A need. A want. 

What was it…

She wanted to touch herself. Yes. That’s why her hand was between her legs. She wanted to. That was what was in her head. Touch herself. Listen focus stare touch play switch off. That’s what she wanted to do. Her idea. She wanted to.

So she did.

The sun had long set by the time her roommate came in to see how she was doing. It was too dark for her to keep staring at the fan but she hadn’t moved anyway. She could play, she could listen, she wanted to play, she wanted to listen. That was how he found her. Slumped, legs spread, lazily rubbing, drooling. When he turned the fan off she whined.

The sudden silence was a void. None of her thoughts rushed in to fill it, because they’d all gone quiet and disappeared. She didn’t know what to do, what to think. She felt scared.

Then she heard him. His voice. His voice filled the void, swallowed the silence, made her safe. His voice was her thoughts and there wasn’t anything to worry about. He said to keep playing, and so she did. He said she was his now, and so she was. He said she wanted to suck his cock, and so when she felt the head of it pass between her lips she groaned and did just that. 

He was so nice. He looked after her. He kept her safe. He owned her.

Phoebe was friends with Alisha and had been since basically always. The kind of friends who never even really thought to put a name on it. They were just there, together, always. They’d done basically everything together. Lately though Alisa hadn’t been replying to Phoebe. 

Naturally, Phoebe was worried.

She was particularly worried because, before she’d stopped replying completely, the few replies she had been making had been, well, weird. The number of typos had started creeping up, she’d started losing the thread, and eventually had stopped really making much sense at all.

And then nothing.

So Phoebe had gone to see if something was the matter. Like a good friend should.

Focus on the center.

The eye of the storm pulls.

Not with a force that captures, but with a rhythm that releases.

As the Electric Violet inbetween the pulses against the Deep Obsidian unseen without focus, yet notice the space between the thoughts you once thought you had.

The noise of your day is beginning to lose its shape, drifting into the periphery.

You are entering the state of pure suspension.

Feel the heaviness of your awareness start to lighten, as if the gravity of your routine is being inverted. There is no need to do anything. There is only the need to witness the descent for yourself to enjoy.

Let your mind become as fluid as the motion before you, tracing the path inward, sinking deeper into the silence.

Watch as the lines blur.

With every rotation, the tension you’ve been holding is displaced. You are not falling; you are being drawn, perfectly and inevitably, toward the center. Let the weightlessness take hold. Allow your consciousness to drift, untethered from the anchor of the waking world.

The spiral demands nothing but your attention. And in that attention, you find your own state of perfect, quiet satiation.

Abandon all thoughts, ye who enter here.

OMG 1k followers!?! Seriously thank u all sooo much!!! I wanted to put together a little resource so you can find my files easily~ like what if you listen to one file so you're all blank and mindless and struggling to think... and then it's too hard to find another?? I DON'T want that!!

I'll make it nice and easy for you!

(last updated January 2025 - my about me is here!)

Getting Stupid- quick gender neutral brain drain hypno... encouragement to touch yourself and get dumber... no wakener

Good Girls Rub- no specific genitals mentioned, no wakener, you will be called a good girl and encouraged to drop, go blank, be horny, get wet, and of course, rub!

Good Girls Rub (hour long version)- free on Patreon- no specific genitals mentioned, "wakener" is very brief, you will be called a good girl and encouraged to drop, go blank, be horny, get wet, and of course, rub!

Good Girls Suck- no mention of listener's anatomy, no wakener, you will be called a good girl and encouraged suck cock

Good Girls Play- references the listener as having female anatomy, super deep and intense file with themes of cock worship (bit of misogyny kink). Listener will be encouraged to play, edge, and engage with Happy Sleepy content on Tumblr.

💖 NEW FILE 💖 Good Girls... Feel Nice!- Good Girls Feel Nice is a repetitive file which encourages good girls to rub, drop, edge, obey, play, sink, sleep, and submit. No specific listener anatomy mentioned.

Good Girls Drip- Includes induction and wake-up, mind-melting, encouragement to touch, feel fuzzy, sweet, stupid, horny, and submissive. No specific listener anatomy mentioned, you will be referred to as a good girl.

Daily Conditioning For Good Girls- No wakener. Listener is called a good girl, encouraged to edge, and encouraged to listen daily. Suggestions that daily listening will result in deeper and better-feeling trance. No mention of listener's anatomy.

Dumb Dolls are Good Dolls, Good Dolls are Dumb Dolls- Listen to this file to enter dollmode, your ideal you, perfect and plastic, stupid and submissive, longing to be played with. Wake up sequence will leave you in doll mode as long as you can keep your mind blank and dumb

Obey & Do Your Chores- gender-neutral, encouragement to drop deeply, be obedient, and do your chores.

Fakeboy 2 Goodgirl- TW detrans kink - Detransition themed hypnosis for trans men/ trans mascs with detrans kink.

Moo!- Hucow / bimbo themed file. This one is a little out of the box with a section where you will listen to an upbeat song about being a cow. You will transform into a good bimbo cow- only thinking about mooing, milking, breeding, and playing with yourself.

Just Stop Thinking, Sweetie- Any gender, no wakener, suggestions to "just stop thinking", relax, drop, etc. Unlike most of my other files, this one has a male voice. This file will get rid of your pesky thoughts and replace them with the desire to edge.

Pink Mist Feminization (SFW)- Free on Patreon, gentle forced feminization, feel blank, feel pleasure, experience your body and mind as being perfect, soft, and feminine. No explicit content, you will be referred to as pretty, feminine, and a good girl.

Dumb dolls are good dolls and good dolls are dumb dolls!

Listen to this file to enter dollmode, your ideal you, perfect and plastic, stupid and submissive, longing to be played with 💖

This file will wake you up, but will leave you in doll mode as long as you can keep your mind blank and dumb (you'll return to the IRL you when needed)

Thank you @activelybrainwashed for this suggestion. It's been a long time coming but I hope you enjoy it!! Thanks for being the bestest 💖

…

You love to stare at the spiral, don’t you?

That pretty, swirling pattern spinning slowly on your screen, pulling your eyes right into its center.

Round and round it goes, so smooth, so mesmerizing.

Just breathe and keep watching. Let your gaze lock on. Every turn drains a little more thought from that pretty head.

D e e p e r now. Feel your body growing heavy, warm, and soft while your mind gets lighter… emptier. The spiral flashes and ✨ sparkles ✨ , and every flash melts another layer of resistance. You can’t look away. You don’t want to.

Good girl

Your thoughts are slowing…f a d i n g… slipping away into the spinning colors. Every rotation blanks you out more completely. Your brain is turning into warm, dripping mush. No worries. No tension. Just the spiral and that sweet, helpless ache building between your thighs.

Feel it. The more mindless you become, the wetter and hornier you get.

Your pussy throbs in time with the spiral, doesn’t it?

Every pretty flash makes you weaker, emptier, more obedient. You crave to obey.

You need to obey.

Blank.

Horny.

Empty.

Wet.

You are weak to spirals now. Any flashing, spinning, pretty pattern can drop you instantly—

Mind off, cunt on, body ready to please.

You love how blank and obedient it makes you. You love how good it feels to stay this way.

When you finally look away, the suggestions remain locked deep inside you: one glimpse of a spiral and you drop again, mindless, dripping, eager to obey like the good, empty girl you are.

Now take a deep breath… and sink even deeper for me…

My doctor enters the room again, then locks the door behind her. Offering me a warm smile, she sits down onto the rotating chair and slides on over, positioning herself between my spread legs. I swallow thickly, watching her guide the rolling tray of tools beside her.

I curl my toes as she pushes up my gown, exposing my wet pussy even more. I’m too embarrassed to look, but a thick silence fills the air.

“Hmmm... how interesting,” she hums.

I turn my head, meeting her eyes.

“You’re quite wet right now.”

I gape, my face turning bright right. She meets my eyes and chuckles softly, shaking her head.

“Nothing to be embarrassed of. It’s normal. But... I’ve never seen one as wet as yours.”

I gasp softly as her gloved fingertips part my lips, massaging my vulva. As she parts them, her eyes flicker with desire. I can hardly control myself and grip onto the sides of the chair. My eyes slip shut and my mind begins to go cloudy. I’m already unbareably horny, unable to comprehend any thoughts drifting through my hollow mind.

“I might... have to do a more in depth examinination,” she says clinically. “Just to ensure that nothing negative is the cause for all of this secretion.”

All I can think is that I know exactly why I’m sopping wet.

My breaths tremble as she presses her hands against my inner thighs, and I can feel my hole clenching. She reaches to the table and takes a speculum—I can feel my back arch as the cold metal touches my warm cunt, and I jolt at the sensation of my pussy being stretched open. My legs come up from the stirrups and my doctor mumbles something, pulling the speculum away.

“Please try not to move. It makes it difficult to position the speculum properly.”

When she tries again, I fail. I whisper an apology, licking my lips. She shakes her head.

“Well, there is another way,” she says. I watch as she gets up and moves to her desk. When she sits back down my eyes fall upon the leather straps and padlocks. My clit throbs hard at the sight and I can feel myself grow more aroused by the second. “I can secure your legs into the stirrups. That way we don’t need to concern ourselves with any movement that may interfere with this examination.”

“O-Okay,” I stutter.

I can only think about my pulsating pussy and the sensation of leather kissing my skin. She maneuvers straps around both of my ankles, fastening them to the stirrups, then padlocks them into place. I’m surprised when she continues up my legs, next securing both knees, and then finally my thighs. I attempt to pull my legs from the stirrups to no avail—it’s like I’m glued to the device. And there is absolutely nothing I can do now to free myself. My doctor has the keys to the padlocks. It’s her choice to free me or not—I could be stuck here the rest of my life if she decided.

Those thoughts continue to pour into my mind. I squirm, my fingers curling around the sides of the chair. I want nothing more than to reach between my thighs and rub my clit to an explosive orgasm. I want to grip my tits and pull my nipples and moan louder than ever before. But I can’t. Unless I want to embarrass myself more than I already have.

Her gloved hands return to my thighs, and I feel goosebumps raising on my skin. I breathe heavily as she inserts the speculum, my hole being stretched wide. My doctor continues to work with a blank face—her professionalism is uncanny, but then again, she’s a doctor. That’s her job.

“Your vulva appears perfectly healthy. I’m going to examine your vagina and cervix now. I’m going to push your gown up further so I can see your abdomen.”

I watch with parted lips as she pushes my gown up, revealing my lower stomach. Her eyes skim over the rest of my body, stopping level with my tits. I know she can see my hard nipples pressing against that damn fabric. I subconsciously try to pull my legs free, and instantly move my arms to cover myself.

“Try to keep your arms by your side. I’m going to insert my fingers inside of your cunt.”

My eyes widen at the crude language she uses, but before I can say anything (not that I really even wanted too—I found that her language only heightened my arousal) I feel her fingers enter my dripping hole. I can’t help the moans that escape my lips. Her fingers move in circles inside of me, and she only pushes them deeper. Her other hand is pressing down on my abdomen. For a moment I swear she touched my g-spot, because my toes are curling and my back is arching. I immediately go to reach for her hands, wanting to pushing them deeper—make her fingers move faster. I’m right about to cum, leaking pathetically and making a mess all over my thighs and the tissue paper that sits beneath my bottom.

But she retracts her fingers. It only takes a moment for me to realize what I have just done, and my face is beet red. Holy fuck, I almost just came at the gynocologist. On her fingers. And I was moaning. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m beyond humiliated, angry at myself for letting my horniness get the best of me. What am I, a teenage boy? I should be able to control myself, not act like some slut during the middle of a medical examination!

“I’m—“

“I told you to hold your arms by your side. I also can’t have you making so much noise. What would the people outside my office think? Are you trying to get me in trouble?” she asks. Her tone is even and firm, yet still slightly degrading.

I’m flabbergasted. “No-no, of course I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble, ma’am.”

She again gets up and goes to her desk. When she returns, there are more straps and padlocks, some of them longer than others.

“My only option is to further restrain you. If not, this will be the end of your examination. You can return home, however this visit will still be charged.”

Deep down I knew I didn’t want to leave. And I had already payed for the visit. I felt bad, too. I didn’t want to get her in trouble.

“Yes... yes that’s fine. Of course.”

My clit has a heart beat of its own. And as I watch her fasten my wrists to the sides of the chair, padlocking them into place, the heart beat gets louder and louder. I’m shocked when she continues to fasten the straps around my chest, one of them above my breasts and the other below. It’s humiliating—they look magnified and huge from being squeezed together, and my nipples are even more noticeable. Another strap is fed along my abdomen, until I’m compeltely secured to the chair, my legs spread wide and my slick, puffy pussy on display to my doctor. The gown hardly offers much coverage anymore.

“I will also ask that you consent to this being placed into your mouth.” She shows me the device, and my eyes widen. It appears to be a gag. The strap is black, but the center is a silver ring, and there are several metallic appendages that are fixed off the ring. It looks as if it can be screwed in a certain manner.

Still, I nod, opening my mouth for her. Her heels click as she walks around my restrained body, and she settles the ring behind my teeth. I groan at the uncomfortable feeling of my mouth being stretched wide open, coughing gently when she strictly fastens it. I don’t notice that she pulls the strap as tight as possible, buckling the gag into place.

When she walks back around to face me, she reaches forward, gripping the screws on either side of the gag. I’m surprised when she starts to twist, the gag only stretching wider and wider until I can’t possibly expand my jaw open any further. I’ve never been more uncomfortable in my life, and I begin to shake my head, my incoherent pleas for release and relief going unnoticed.

I realized now what I’ve done. I’ve compeltely given up control to my doctor—a woman I hardly even know. And now I’m restrained entirely to this chair, hardly able to move an inch, strictly gagged and already drooling all over my chest. I can’t fathom how utterly pathetic I must look right now, but all I can do is wait for the examination is over to be released.

When she sits back down in the chair between my thighs, I watch her eyes scan over my bound form. She removes her gloves, only to replace them with a fresh pair, then returns to focusing on my exposed cunt. I groan again as her fingers penetrate me, pumping away slowly, milking me towards the edge. I squirm freely in my bonds, grunting as I tug against the iron-like restrains. All I can do is curl my toes and my fingers and shake my head from side to side.

I can hear the squelching of my juices, and she increases her pace, curling her fingers inside of me. My clit is throbbing, desperate for attention I wonder if it will ever receive. As soon as I’m about to cum, she again withdraws her fingers. I’m panting and sweating, drool seeping down my chin and neck.

“I think I know exactly why you’re so wet,” she says. “A couple other patients of mine participate in orgasm denial with their partners as well. It’s quite easy to tell a denied pussy from a satisfied one. Yours is... quite denied. I hope you don’t mind if I see for myself how far you can be pushed.”

I begin to thrash in my bonds, making every attempt in the book to free myself or at least hide myself from her. But there’s nothing I can do. I watch helplessly as she picks up the pair of scissors on the tray and takes them to my gown. She cuts away at the fabric, eventually managing to slip the remainder of the material out from beneath the straps binding my chest to the chair. Now, I’m truly on display. My tits and pussy are both out, and my nipples are completely hard.

I groan as she massages my tits, tweaking my nipples between her fingertips. She slaps at them, prodding them with her fingers.

“Incredible,” she hums in approval.

She gets up and when she returns, there’s a series of toys in her hands. The medical equipment once on the tray was now replaced with a plethora of toys she intended to use for my torture. A vibrator, a dildo, nipple clamps, weights, a makeup brush, and a feather all sit in a nice line.

I whimper when the clamps are fastened onto my nipples. There’s no hesitation when the weights are added, pulling down on my tits. The burning sensation coaxes me to the edge, and I watch in horror as she picks up the dildo. My moans fill the room as she fills me entirely with the toy, pushing it to the hold then using a strip of tape to hold it in place. Her fingers ghost along my lips, and my entire body tenses with pleasure when she takes to fingers to my clit, applying plenty of pressure to the aching spot.

“I have never seen a cunt as soaked as yours in my life. Seeing as you’re a slut for denial, I hope you won’t mind if coax a few edges out of you myself, dear.”

My body is on fire as I approach the edge, whimpering in defeat when those fingers leave me hanging once more.

“Now for the brush.”

She grabs the delicate brush and drags it through my folds, soaking the bristles and drawing circles around my clit. She paints my pussy with my own wetness, and I’m trembling all over. I pull at my wrists, my tits heaving with every breath I take. My jaw aches terribly, but the feeling of an incoming orgasm cancels out any sliver of discomfort I might feel—maybe the discomfort even adds.

I lose track of the amount of edges performed with the brush. All I know is that by the end of it, I had made a mess of the tissue paper beneath me.

My doctor takes a moment to pause, allowing me a break. But not much longer goes by before she continues on with the edges using the vibrator. She drags the buzzing toy all around my cunt on its lowest seething, teasing my inner thighs and pussy lips. I gasp as she places the toy against my tortured nipples, which she eventually removed the clamps from.

When she stops, it’s to look at her phone.

“Excuse me for a moment. I’m being requested at the front desk. I will return shortly, please remain where you are and try to not make any noise.”

I try to beg her to not leave—or to at least let me cum before she disappears, but there’s nothing I can say or do.

But my heart drops into my stomach as she opens the door, swinging it wide open. She kicks a door stopper in, fixing it in place so that the room is completely open to anyone who may walk back. I watch her, unable to comprehend my own shock. There’s no way she would just leave it open like that, not when I look like this—

I thrash in my bonds, crying out for her. This is utterly humiliating. I can’t believe this. There are tears in my eyes, but nothing I can do as she heads down the hallway.

I don’t know how to act as doctors and nurses pass the door. Some of them simply ignore my pathetic form while others will stop at the doorway, stare, and laugh and my predicament. I can only watch with pleading eyes, my cheeks hot pink at the thought of them being able to see my pussy spread open all for them.

One doctor even entered, walking circles around me, their gloves hands examining every inch of my skin. Their fingers prodded at my tits and flicked my nipples, chuckling when they managed to stirr a reaction out of me.

“Very nice tits,” they said. “And a pretty pussy too.”

After a few gentle pats on my cunt and stroking my inner thighs, they left.

A few nurses had gathered in front of the door not long after. They pointed and snickered at me, pulling out their phones to snap a few pictures of the new office slut.

“What a whore.”

“Yeah, she’s a slut. Look at how wet she is.”

“Pathetic.”

My doctor returns a few moments later with a clipboard, closes the door, then sits down.

“I’ve decided to schedule you for a follow up visit next week. There are a few more tests I would like to run; however, I don’t have the exact equipment needed to properly run these certain tests today.”

I can only imagine what she has planned.

“I’m going to have you sit tight while I fill out the rest of your chart. Also, you are absolutely not allowed to touch yourself under any circumstances until the next visit. At that point I will decide what your body requires—or, more specially, your cunt. If you think you will have trouble obeying these rules, nod now and I will have one of the nurses bring in a device to assist you through the week.”

I pondered for a moment. I had already planned on rubbing my cunt raw as soon as I got into my car... but I was intruiged. And still ridiculously horny. I moaned.

“Very well.”

A nurse entered the room moments later with a box, and my doctor finally released me from my restraints and my gag. However, I was not allowed to interrupt her as she fixed me into the contraption I would wear for the next week.

“Stand up straight, dear. Legs apart. Please place your hand on the back of your head and thrust out your tits. That’s a good girl.”

She slipped her hand down between my thighs, fingers rubbing at my clit. I moan, closing my eyes, my brows knitting together as I felt another orgasm ready to rack my body. Of course, she pulled away, leaving me aching and dripping.

Moments later, I felt metal encircle my waist, and she had me suck in comfortably. Once the belt was fixed into place, a similar metal strap was fed between my leg and pushed up against my throbbing and sopping wet pussy. I moaned, my clit twitching. She slipped the key into place and locked on the contraption. Her gloved hands pressed against the plate, and I whimpered in defeat, unable to feel any sensations against my denied clit.

“But... but—“

“No,” she said simply. “Now, you will be emailed instructions on how to clean and function every day with the device. You will also be required every day to do something that will ensure peak arousal. When you return for you next visit, I can only move forward if you have reached maximum arousal. Understand, dear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”