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Thinking about being strapped to a chair with weak restraints, and a dildo is in my ass, slowly fucking me. Every time I pull on my weak restraints, it gets a little faster.

In the beginning, the dildo is barely moving at all, and I'm focused entierly on attempting to break free. The bindings creak and groan, but every time I get close to snapping them, the dildo hits just the right spot, and I lose concentration for a second.

Then about 10 minutes in, the dildo is now going in once every 5 seconds. A steady, healthy pace. My eyes go a little unfocused every now and again as I'm still struggling (admittedly weaker though, so I make less progress). A screen in front of me turns on, showing a recording of a different person in the chair as me. By the looks of things, they've been struggling a while, and they broke.

"Nnmf! Pl-please! Fuck me!"

"I c-can't resist! I'm t-t-too weak!

"I can't str-struggle! I'm h-helpless!"

Their moans and admissions fill your ears. It's like the trap itself is telling you that this is what you're going to become (and you're kind of liking that idea).

After 20 minutes, sweat beads on your brow. The dildo is thrusting every second. Now and again, your face goes slack in pleasure. You're breathing heavily. The restraints just feel so hard to break, but you still need to try. One more push, you tell yourself. One more pu- the thought is scattered with a thrust. You instinctually moan out. You push. You creak. You try and break your restraints.

30 minutes later, and the dildo is thrusting twice every second. You're moaning like a slut in heat. You cum for the 4th time in 5 minutes. "I can't resist!" Is it a plea for help, or and admission of submission? You don't know anymore. And you don't really care~

Bianca always fell asleep with Mistress’s cock inside her. It was her favorite way to end a long day; once she finished up work and chores and cooking and all of the tedious business of being an intelligent human being that even hypnosis could only help so much with, there was always something so soothing about crawling into bed and feeling her Mistress cuddle up to her from behind until the smooth silicone shaft gently worked its way between Bianca’s slick, puffy labia and slid into her wet cunt. It felt like a hand fitting into a glove, a plug fitting into a socket–just the perfect way to make her all contented and fulfilled and blissfully blank. Her mind always dropped away into the deepest trance when Mistress was inside her. She couldn’t help loving it.

“That’s it, baby doll,” Mistress cooed each time, her arm wrapping around her lover to grope and squeeze Bianca’s soft, pendulous tits. “All the way down for me now.” The rest of the speech varied from night to night; sometimes Mistress had some new training for Bianca to learn, an advancement in the submissive’s deep conditioning that they’d discussed earlier and that Bianca daydreamed about all afternoon just waiting for the moment when she could sink onto her Mistress’s cock and open herself up to the dominant woman’s soft, soothing voice. Sometimes it was a reward for her service, a reminder that Bianca was a very good girl and she had pleased her Mistress so much by taking care of the household and doing what she was told. And sometimes it was just the most delightful coaxing deeper and deeper down into trance and pleasure until they became one. Whatever the words were, Bianca eventually reached a point where they didn’t matter anymore.

Those were always the most delightful moments. When she could feel her lover’s hips rolling gently back and forth against her ass, rocking the fake cock in and out of her cunt until she sank into a dream of pleasure, Bianca always drifted into Mistress’s control with the most uninhibited ecstasy. When she stopped hearing her owner’s speech as speech at all, and it simply became the soothing sound that wrapped her brain in swaddling warmth and allowed her to open up completely to Mistress’s deep hypnotic programming, she embraced the trust and the joy and the absolute rapture that made her so happy to obey. And when Bianca felt her Mistress’s breath quicken, she came right alongside the woman she loved. There was simply no better way to end even the best of days.

And it always did end. No matter how long Mistress fucked her–and Bianca always lost track of time by the end, whether it was a few delightful minutes or hours of delectable pleasure–eventually the other woman’s rhythm slowed to a stop. The sex became contented cuddles, spooning with Bianca’s back against her lover’s chest and her ass pressing into the curves of Mistress’s hips. The cock went still inside her, and apart from a few reflexive clenches around its girth, Bianca became accustomed to the intrusion. It simply became a part of the connection between them, a tangible symbol of the love and the power of Mistress’s control, and feeling it always reminded Bianca’s unconscious that it was time to stop thinking and sleep. And with the greatest of happiness, knowing that she’d wake up the next morning to its thrusts… she did.