#hypyesis

Sweet Hypnotist who makes sure that they never have you repeating anything degrading about yourself, brainwashing you to only see the good in yourself. Why should their precious hypno dolly see themself in such a negative light when they're the most stunning Subject?

Their words are softer than usual, reassurance that you're doing amazing sweetheart falling more freely than it did in other sessions...

Soon you feel yourself slipping into that blissful trance you'd been seeking, blissfully unaware of each suggestion being implanted into your subconscious.

Eventually you wake up, mind foggy on just one particular part but it doesn't feel wrong so you don't feel the need to ask what they had done.

You go on about your day, maybe even days pass before you think about what had you upset just before that session. You think that you're about to find yourself crying or even fuming again, assuming that you'd have the same reaction but ... suddenly there's a burning between your thighs?

Your eyes aren't burning tears nor is your face burning with frustration— you can feel your body beginning to warm and burn with a desperate need to stroke and rub, hump and rut against whatever could give you stimulation. Your mind is growing blank excluding the phrase 'touch yourself sweetheart, don't feel bad' in the sweet hypnotist's voice.

I know that you're touching yourself like a good Doll to each post you go by, unable to help yourself from bringing yourself right up to the edge and then stopping. Over and over again, denying yourself that final wave of pleasure just so you can keep going.

I know that you're not nearly as sweet and innocent as all your followers, your family and friends see you to be. I know that your rubbing yourself silly to videos of women taking thick cocks down their throats or men getting fucked so brutally that their stomachs are bulging from the size of the cock inside them.

I know that you're just acting innocent, so why don't you just give in to the Hedonism? You want to make yourself feel good, day in and day out, that much is obvious— why else would I be getting notifications saying that you liked my posts on your blog, your blog with followers and likes hidden behind a wall of embarrassment perhaps?

Oh dear, have you started staring into another spiral? That's okay though, this is exactly where you're supposed to be and doing exactly what you're supposed to be doing. Can you tell me how many spirals there are? No? That's okay, sweetheart...

You should always be making yourself brainless, not a single thought in your head as each passing moment your mind goes fuzzier and fuzzier. Spirals are good for you!

Maybe your thighs start to instinctively open, arousal flooding what's left of your senses as you start to drip. Maybe you try to look away from the spiral to make the feeling stop, but then you see the way your thighs twitch and the slick arousal beginning to drop down— you thought you could get out of the trance? Well now you're left in an even deeper trance as you stare at yourself.

Now you surely can't escape, you can feel the need rising more and more as your hand drifts closer and closer to relieving yourself.

I want real flesh and blood to be behind kink

How the HELL is a robot going to produce anything that actually has a human want or need behind it?

With that being said

Don't you want to be attracted to men? Don't you want to be like me— so obsessed with men that you could be hypnotized by a swinging cock?

I thought it was just that one time when you invited your friends over, that maybe it was just because I was overwhelmed by you inviting over so many people so shortly after you had put me under that hypnotic spell I adore so much. That sounded reasonable, right— that I was just overwhelmed and that was why I presented my dripping cunt to the handful of people in the room, definitely not because you wanted me to be the perfect good boy who doesn't care for shame or preserving dignity.