#sinfullyhypnotised

It’s hot af looking round and seeing that the camera is active 🥵

I had the best time last week. Plenty of things and sessions happened that I could harp on about but one that I want to talk about and recount first, before I forget, is dropping down. I was kneeling in front of my partner, my Sir, disregarding the discomfort in my ankles and feet, ignoring the inevitable-in-the-future bursitis in my poor knees from being a good doll, and gazing lovingly up at him. Obviously, for people that have played with me for a long time, his fingers were in my mouth. A black-gloved hand, slick with my drool, held my head up with a thumb while my body gradually got slacker and slacker as I dropped down and down, never really breaking eye contact with my Sir save for the slow, heavy blinks between breaths. My instructions were simple, and so was the trance; “you’re such a good subject that I don’t even need to give you direction, just hold eye contact with you until you drop yourself, and you’re going to keep dropping yourself and not stop.” I just kept going deeper and further until my Sir decided that it was best to bring me back up. Whilst on my way down I also got to watch my Sir stare back at me adoringly, through eyes which felt like I wasn’t even behind anymore. It could’ve been minutes, it could’ve been hours. Honestly, I’m thoroughly impressed with myself as a subject that I had managed to find that bottomless pit by myself and readily threw myself into it for Him. I got rewarded plenty :3

Daddy washed my fake frog oodie so now I’m, at least, a nice smelling degen 🤪🥰

I dropped my potato like a bar of soap