TsuinHimiki

Their voice sounded so nice. They wouldn’t hurt you. It was safe to have them this close to you, wasn’t it? “That would be so cruel. So hurtful to the rest of your party. But feel how good you’re feeling right now…” Their soft hand touched your cheek.

You let out a noise. A whimper? A moan? You couldn’t tell. That touch was… Delightful. “Shh…” The demon said, pressing a finger to your lips. Almost unresistingly, your mouth opened. The demon giggled as their finger slipped inside your mouth, and you began to such.

“That’s it… Let Sinder do the thinking for you now.” They said. “It feels so good to listen, to do as you’re told. Really, it would be a betrayal to your friends to not let them feel this. So you’re going to help me, aren’t you? You’re going to help me get inside their heads.”

You were nodding, as you continued to suck on that finger. The longer you sucked, the more difficult it became to stop. Though… Why would you want to stop? That was a silly idea. You met the demon’s gaze, and felt yourself melting, into a blissful puddle of obedience.

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Kathy couldn't help giggling when she heard the nonsense coming out of her mouth. It sounded like, "Whozza gumm fuggl fashe?" and within seconds even she couldn't remember what it actually meant, and her pretty pink cheeks spread into a wide, semen-splattered smile as she realized Dave's suggestion had actually worked. She was literally, powerfully cumdrunk, just from a couple of swallows and one last messy spurt that had dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin before he gushed a few little trickles onto her cheeks, and his jizz hit exactly as hard as Kathy's subconscious imagination would let it. And her imagination was pretty potent.

So instead of asking for another cock, because from the sound of things she was so intoxicated that she couldn't even talk straight, Kathy crawled drunkenly across the room to Dave's friend Aaron and looked up at him with wide hazel eyes that wordlessly appealed to him to pull out his dick so she could give him a sloppy blowjob. He looked hesitant for just a moment--maybe he thought he'd be taking advantage of her, because Lord knew Kathy didn't think this was actually going to work when she agreed to it, and maybe he thought she deserved a second chance at saying yes now that she knew what a talented hypnotist Dave actually was--but when she began to paw at his zipper, he undid his fly and pulled out his cock and that was all Kathy needed. She plunged down on his length in hopes of milking the cum out of him as fast as humanly possible.

He got into it pretty quickly, his fingers tangling into her bleach-blonde hair and holding her in place until she took deep, spluttering breaths when she came up for air, and even though a tiny core of Kathy's brain was just a little bit embarrassed by how readily she'd become the gang's cocksucking slut pretty much everything about the experience proved to be too enticing to resist. She loved being the center of sexual attention for a whole group of men, she loved the feeling of power she got when her mouth was engulfing Aaron's cock and he was reduced to whimpering and moaning and squirming with desperation to hold back his climax, and she loved the tingling buzz she felt inside her head when she drank his jizz in squirt after pumping squirt. It was all hitting on deeply-embedded hot buttons, some she knew about and some she didn't, and she understood when Aaron came in her mouth why the suggestion worked so well.

She managed to crawl over to Jakob as well, albeit with a few fumbling collapses as even crawling began to prove too much for her intoxicated brain, but once he shot his load down her throat the room started spinning a bit too fast for her and she flopped onto her back in front of the couch and pointed to her own mouth in a vague, stupefied effort to convince the men to fuck her face. They lifted her up onto the sofa, head hanging down over the edge of the cushions, and Kathy let out a peal of delighted giggles as she realized this was the absolute perfect position for them to use her throat as a fleshlight for pretty much the rest of the evening. That was when her eyelids fluttered shut and her mind gave up on cognition… which meant that Kathy didn't even know how many more cocks she sucked before Dave ended the suggestion and woke her back into sobriety once more.

"I just want you to be aware that you could still say no," Jon lies, brushing the hair out of Olivia's face so he can watch her deep brown eyes glaze over into deeper trance. "Hypnosis isn't magic, there's nothing stopping you from using that pretty mouth of yours to tell me to stop instead of licking precum off the tip of my cock, and as deep as you are right now you could still summon up the willpower to resist me." Olivia blinks for the first time in almost a minute, and he knows she's trying to parse some of the words he's taken clean out of her vocabulary only to inevitably fail. He's left absolutely nothing to chance here, and even this speech is all part of his strategy to enslave his favorite toy.

"But you're not, are you?" he asks, his voice a soothing coo as he smooths away the furrows in Olivia's brow as fast as they form, leaving her with no choice but to imagine Jon's fingers brushing her thoughts aside like so many cobwebs. "No, you're just kneeling there, licking and slurping your way up and down my shaft so you can tongue my balls before you work your way back up to the tip and get a fresh spurt of precum into your mouth. Why do you think that is, sweetie? Do you think you can use your big girl words and tell me why you're so weak and wet and needy for my cock?" For a long moment, Olivia stares up at him with the vacuous placidity of a cow before it finally occurs to her that she's being asked to do more than just mindlessly agree with him. It's adorable to watch her try to think.

It's even more adorable to watch her fail, as the gears in her brain grind and clash and she finally remembers what she needs to do when she doesn't know what to say or how to answer. Olivia's mouth engulfs Jon's cock, swallowing him all the way down until her lips touch his balls, and her eyelids droop and flutter with ecstasy at the sheer relief of being able to shed the burden of conscious thought all over again to focus on his mesmerizing prick. "That's right, good girl," he purrs, stroking her hair without holding her head in place. An essential part of this strategy is that Olivia should never feel forced into anything. "You don't need to worry your pretty little head about it."

She sighs with pleasure at that, lifting herself up and off his prick to rub her face all over the shaft, smearing her smiling cheeks with spit and precum until she's an absolute mess. "The truth is, you can't say no because you don't want to say no, because deep down you just want to be my horny little cockslut and give your mind over to your Master. You never wanted a will of your own, you just thought you did because you're a drippy little dum-dum and you get confused like that sometimes, and now that I've explained it to you I can just tell that you're never going to want to say no to me again. Isn't that right?" It's glorious to watch her nod with precum dripping out of his cock all over her, but Jon knows this isn't the end. It's barely even the beginning.

Because like the weeds in a garden, Olivia's independence would eventually come back without his diligent efforts. He needs to keep rooting it out, reinforcing her training with session after session of deep, powerful hypnosis… and lucky for him, that's exactly what turns him on the most. He fights back a surge of pleasure, keeping his orgasm barely contained, and continues the work of brainwashing his obedient, gaslit slut.

That sounded… Tempting. But you knew their kind. The work you did had exposed you to demons before. This one, called Sinder, was just another pleasure demon. “And that’s not a bad thing, is it? Sure, I’ll be ruining every other experience for you.”

They bit their lip, fixing you with those striking eyes. “But that’s just the price of business, sweetie.” You tried to look away, but their hand caught your chin, holding your head in place. When had they – “Shh, just look into my eyes, let me soothe those silly worries away.”

You… It didn’t matter that they were so close to you. They giggled. “And say goodbye to your thoughts whilst you’re at it.” You could feel your brain liquefying. “That’s it, mortal. You’re so much cuter when you’re agreeing with everything I say.”

Their nails dug into your chin, slightly. Pinpricks of delight, sending shivers over your skin. “You’re even cuter when you’re letting my words weave around your mind, and pull you deeper into my control.” They pulled on your chin, and you tipped forwards, into them.

As their arms wrapped around you, holding you close, you felt so weak. “Can you feel my claws on your brain? I’m going to mark you. Brand you with pleasure. When I’m through with you, you’re never going to be able to get me out of your head. But that’s okay. I’ll never leave.”

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• Sleep can function as mental bondage. If you're asleep and can't be easily woken, you're completely helpless and vulnerable. If you're sufficiently drowsy and out of it, you're still basically helpless, but with the added bonus of potentially being somewhat aware of what's happening.

• The many ways to be forced to sleep -- surgical drugs, chloroform rags, hypnosis, sleeping spells and potions, tranquilizer darts, hidden sedatives in food or drink...

• The onset of sleep can be quick, barely giving you time to react before you're out, or so gradual you won't even realize what's happening until it's too late (and everything in-between).

• Uncertainty -- being put to sleep against your will, not knowing what will happen to you while you're defenseless. Being carried away as you fall asleep, not knowing where you'll be when you wake.

• The fight to stay awake, because it feels like something you should be able to fight, to overcome with enough willpower, but...

• The inevitability of being put to sleep. You might not feel the effects of the drugs or magic right now, you might feel wide awake, but sleep will be coming for you.

• Heavy eyelids fluttering and straining to stay open, drooping and closing all by themselves.

• Confusion and disorientation as the drowsiness sets in.

• Floating in and out of consciousness, perhaps just able to hear people discuss you or feel them handling you.

• Deep hypnotic sleep where your conscious mind is shut down and your subconscious is utterly vulnerable to suggestion.

• Glassy, dazed eyes with nothing behind them -- your eyes might still be open, but you're still fast asleep.

• Sleepwalking, wandering around in a trance, unaware of your surroundings -- or perhaps your sleeping mind is following someone else's commands...

What… Soul smudging? What were they talking about? “I- I don’t know wh-”

They were infront of you. Had they- had they walked? They were towering over you, as you sat up on the bed “No? You don’t know anything about extra-planar summoning?” They asked.

Oh. Oh that – that – wait. Had you been close? You pushed away from them, exiting the bed, only for them to appear behind you. “No, mortal. No running. You’ve been messing with the fabric of reality, trying to open a door. And now you have to answer to me.”

Their scent was… They smelled good. Intoxicatingly so. A single whiff was enough to send your thoughts spiralling. They laughed. “Oh, human, I feel bad. You seem unprepared for me.” They turned you around, and took your chin in their hand.

As they lifted your head to look up, into their eyes, you dimly realised that you were standing next to your circle. What had been missing? You had the ingredients. The sacrifice might have been the failure point… You met their gaze, feeling your mind grow placid.

Even so, you stepped into them. Pushing them, and they stepped back, allowing both of you to enter the circle. Where the ingredients still lay. And with a smell of sulphur that pushed away the demon’s scent, the circle illuminated. The demon’s eyes widened.

“Oh you’ve done it n-” They were cut off, as someone else landed in the circle with you, pushing them to the other side of it.

“I- wha?” The newcomer giggled. They looked soft. Gentle. Their horns were smaller than the other demon’s. As they sat up, you felt a pull to them.

“Oh, mortal, you summoned me, using yourself?” They newcomer asked. That’s like, soo cute. You wanted to be my plaything so badly, huh?”

The other demon had just recovered from their shock. “Okay, I know how we can play this. Good demon bad demon?”

The newcomer nodded, hungrily.

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* Are elephants scared of mice? (They only did that because they were in Africa and had access to elephants.)

* Will a bull run amok in a china shop?

* Is it better to run zig-zag or straight when chased by an alligator?

I love these because NONE of them turned out the way they expected. They went into all three with pre-conceived ideas of how it would go, and each time they "failed." Elephants WILL cower from mice. A bull moves very gingerly through a china shop. It doesn't matter how you run because ALLIGATORS WON'T CHASE YOU.

And each time, they reacted with just... pure glee. "Holy shit, we were wrong! Oh my god! This is great! We were so wrong!"

My entry for Clip Studio Paint 46th international illustration contest!

Grandma never meet such big kitty before, and is very content of such a meeting.

Are you able to find all the cats? Try to count them before you swipe for close ups and let me know in the comment how much you was able to find!

A little story: This is a milestone when comes to my art. If you're familiar with my artistic output you very much know that all of my works - I don't even count isolated exceptations over the course of more than decade - are depiction of individual animals, occassionally pairs or groups, with or without decorative elements.

No scenes - interior or exterior - no environments at all. No history behind the artwork other than history that pet owners has in their hearts related to their relationship with the beloved pet.

As long as it's nothing wrong with that and I really enjoy drawing pets as well as I'm honored when a owner came to me to make a memorable artwork of their deceased pet, I really wanted to do something more for a very long time. I wanted to tell a story, and I wanted to make a personal art. Because believe it or not, I'm not making personal art for a couple of years already and it's just insane.

So here's one.

That hazy line where reality frays and the dream stitches itself together. The feeling of his hands on you. Your half conscious brain sloshing like a spilled drink, trying to piece it together. Wait, am I awake? Is this happening? His fingers are hooking into your waistband, tugging your shorts down with that impatient pull he’s got down to an art. The air’s cool against your thighs, but his palms are hot, rough, spreading your legs like he’s cracking a book open to his favorite page.

"Fuck, you’re so out of it," he mutters, voice gravelly, but you’re too dazed to answer. You catch the glint of his teeth in the dark, a smirk you’d slap off of him if your arms weren’t lead pipes pinned to the sheets. He knows the pills knock you into this twilight zone, knows you’re a ragdoll for him to play with, and he loves it.