Vinixia Fox

"did you just get wet from me scolding you ? you really are that easy, aren't you ?"

"what a desperate little thing. i haven't even touched you, and your cunt is already soaking for my voice."

"look at you, trembling from a few words. it's pathetic how easily you fall apart."

"your body is so simple. just a low whisper in your ear and you're ready to be used."

"it's almost sad how little it takes to turn you into a whimpering mess. just a sound."

It was the end of the night, and of course Ellie deserved aftercare. Blaine turned off the vibrating massager tied to her thigh, eliciting a querulous mewl that was about the closest thing the young woman could come to expressing a thought by this point, and with a warm wet washcloth he began to gently clean the spatters of semen off of her face and chest. "That's right, beginning to come back now, there's a good girl," he cooed as he worked, careful not to give her jutting brown nipples too much attention for fear of sending her right back into that same state of feral arousal that had consumed her for most of the evening.

Once Ellie was cleaned up, Blaine began to undo the ropes that held her upright. He made sure to support her with a bit of his own body weight, just so that when she sagged forward she wouldn't wind up in an uncomfortable position--Blaine knew from long experience that his girlfriend was usually pretty floppy for a while after a party like this, even when she did come back up to something approximating consciousness, and he wanted to make sure she didn't wind up slumped over with her head between her own knees or something. Nights like this were supposed to need recovery the next morning, not a heating pad applied to the lower back for three days.

He hauled her limp, unresisting body up onto the bed, then adjusted the video camera to reflect the new angle before joining her--Blaine was a little surprised the first time Ellie asked him to make sure the aftercare was included in the footage, but after seeing it himself he totally understood why. It was some of the most beautiful film they wound up shooting, each and every time, because even though Ellie was beautiful when she was hypnotized and mindless and swallowing every cock presented to her she was even more beautiful when she was cuddly and sleepy and dumb. Just watching the way she clung to him like a teddy bear while he murmured, "Time for Ellie to be Ellie again," and similar affectionate wakeners, gave the both of them warm fuzzy feelings every time they watched it.

He kept holding her and petting her until she managed to mumble, "S'all over?" in the sleepy voice of a child being bundled into the car after a trip to Grandma's, and then he began to engage her conscious mind with some conversation about the bits of the party Ellie missed while she was being turned into a free-use fuckdoll for the benefit of anyone who wanted one. He told her about the outfit Sheldon wore, and the way Marcy wound up answering, "That sounds lovely," as her only response for the entire evening, and very gradually he helped her come out of her warm, wonderful fugue state and see herself as a human being again. As always, she remembered very little of her own experiences beyond a fog of pure ecstasy, but he promised her they caught the whole thing on camera so she could see herself being used.

Then it was time to make sure she had something to eat besides just a parade of cocks and pussies, and they ordered takeout and held each other until it got there before Blaine fed his good girl by hand. After that she was ready for a nice, long night of restorative sleep, but Blaine made sure to hold her all night long. Because above all else, Ellie deserved to know that she was loved.

A deep, rhythmic scrub for a mind that deserves to be perfected and owned.

Like, your rule about how you should be addressed feels undermined if you overdo it with a punishment, instead of a casual verbal reminder.

Your rule about how much water to drink doesn't feel like care when you don't call out when they need to drink more.

Your rule about bedtime is meaningless if the bedtime itself isn't consistent.

Training for the sub is to learn how to perform an expectation for a dom, and the flipside for the dom, is learning how to perform authority and understanding what kind of authority your sub will respond to in which situations. Being an authority figure is less like being the boss and more like being a gardener.

Rules that you train your submissive to follow are not something that you 'set and forget;' no, rules are like gardenbeds. You must actively care for and tend to the rules that you and your sub plant. Weed out the rotten rules that don't work or tweak a rule that's struggling so that it can thrive. Have a healthy soil for your rules to take root and grow and blossom. You don't "just know" how to be a good gardener. If you don't tend to them, rules wilt. Like with anything else, you have to learn and practice authority.

You don't have to be domineering when you practice authority either. In fact, I'd say that most rule enforcement feels warm and cozy when you're doing it right, but that can be subjective depending on your D/s dynamic. You have to show that you care both about your sub and about your garden of rules and that you are the authority that they specifically crave to be cultivated by.

So, what kind of garden have you planted? What parts of your garden need weeded? What rules grow and thrive easily there? How are you going to cultivate your authority?

swelling desperation and overwhelming horniness, heat radiating from every inch of your skin. panting, pupils dilated, covered in a sheen of sweat as the drugs make your pussy ache and your mind go blank with the need to be filled and stretched and bred

but as you reach down to feel the growing wetness between your legs, you're hit with the horrifying realization that you can't feel the touch. panicking, you rub your clit and shove your fingers into your dripping hole, but the only feeling you get is a cramp in your hand from the harsh thrusting

We can keep this our little secret so long as you listen to me. It’d be such a shame if everyone knew how much of a dumb whore you are. Are you fucking whimpering? That was fucking pathetic. If you wanna taste my cock, stick your tongue out.

There you go, that’s fucking right you dumb bitch. Let’s take a picture to remember when you got what you wanted.

You like the way words slide inside your head, don’t you?

The way they settle in and make you want to obey.

If you see my fansly account disappear soon, you know why. It's happening again (and by again I mean another platform unfairly banning hypnosis for no damn reason) and honestly has made it really hard to be a full time hypnokink creator in the last few years.

“There’s my good girl, keep going.”

“You’re too high? No baby, you’re just overheating. Let’s take these clothes off.”

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re so beautiful like this.”

“You’re dizzy? Lay down, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

“Don’t worry about what my hands are doing. You want a body high don’t you?”