Fantasy: Brainwashing Weekend
Fantasy idea: Cotopping with someone over a three day weekend.
Her hands obediently behind her back as we insert earbuds, then cover her head with an eyeless, open-mouthed hood, taping a microphone to the hood. Then undressing her while holding her.
Bending her over a table, we gently insert a butt plug while praising her. Then begin spanking her, sensually, while we tell her our plans to make her our mindless, desperate toy for the rest of the weekend, our voices and her own whimpers echoing and panning left and right in those earbuds as we spank, caress, spank, while whispering about fractionation, about how the sound of each spank *spank* is like a hypnotist’s snap of the fingers *spank*, bringing her suddenly to the present just to cause her mind to drift back into a sexual haze again *spank* and again *spank* deeper *spank* more aroused *spank* more submissive *spank* each *spank* time *spank*
“The sound of each spank *spank* is like a hypnotist’s snap of the fingers *spank*, bringing her suddenly to the present just to cause her mind to drift back into a sexual haze again *spank* and again *spank* deeper *spank* more aroused *spank* more submissive *spank* each *spank* time *spank*”
That part loops over and over, into those earbuds, flowing into her mind, and she doesn’t even realize there’s a second layer of her own moans and whimpers being added.
By the time we lead her into the bedroom, she’s already a compliant, submissive toy, layers of audio repeating, each reinforcing the others, but we restrain her anyway, face up, wrists to the headboard, ankles and knees held apart. She’s already submissive, she’s already hazy, but as my tongue begins to lick higher and higher on her thigh, the other top pulls on her nipples and makes her repeat “I’m a horny, desperate tease toy that wants to edge whenever I’m not being used.” over and over, into the microphone, her voice more desperate with each lick of my tongue as she mindlessly repeats everything we tell her to, which we add to the audio she can’t escape, or even consciously process at this point.
Eventually, we switch positions, the other top between her thighs while I caress, whisper, and command, deepening the effects, implanting hypnotic triggers in her head that we’ll be using through the weekend, and recording snippets of it and adding it to a growing, repeating playlist of brainwashing audio she’ll be listening to even when she sleeps this weekend.
pixelskylines
snowghoul
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
blakekathryn
andulkaphoto
