Good Girl Xurina

“Itf… mmm… hrf to fink now.” You managed to say, around the dildo. They laughed.

“Well done for answering. Now… Let’s see what happens when we go to half way.” They pushed the dildo deeper, passed your teeth. Now it was holding your tongue down.

The pressure in your mind had increased. Your thoughts were so disorganised now. Your mind was being penetrated and it felt so good. “That’s it, toy. Just sink deeper. You know the deeper the dildo goes in your mouth, the less you can think. Such a good toy for me.”

They smirked. “It’s a waste of your mouth, I know. You could be using your mouth on me, but… I don’t want you getting too excited. This is about brainwashing you, not just satisfying your desire to give me pleasure.” Those words caused you to let out a small moan.

“Awh, did that thought make you excited? We’ll get to that later. For now, just keep sucking your brain away.” You felt your thoughts being pushed out of your mind, as the dildo slid deeper, to the base, and your mind switched off. “All the way in. No thoughts. Just the dildo.”

It was a bizarre sensation, the feeling of fullness in your mouth echoing the fullness in your brain. Like there were two dildos entering your head, rather than just one.  “You look so good like this. Mouth full, brain switched off. It’s like I’m short circuiting you.”

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I must say - I am having a LOT of fun slowly brainwashing a trance partner into a needy, horny, edge-addicted slave through encouraging, kind, praise-filled trances rather than anything degrading or humiliating or negative. 

So often, it seems that power exchange seems conflated with sadism and even misogyny in the hypnokink community. It doesn’t have to be. She’s my perfect pleasure puppet, my cock-sucking slut, my trance addict and my good girl all at the same time, and the deeper she drops in my name and the more she fucks her thoughts away the more I praise and reward her. 

Never, ever have I said something degrading or negative; the closest has been some light teasing until she opens up about something she’s embarrassed about or feels ashamed wanting/asking for. But, when she finally does, I thank her for opening up and trusting me, and then I hopefully live up to that trust by treating her with kindness. 

video by: Sleepyhead

I'll reprogram you into the perfect toy

Too much Porn is dangerous?

It could be. But maybe it's also medicine. Maybe it helps you to relax, forget the rules and get rid of constraints. You are just yourself and listen to your inner voice.

The moment she heard the door close, Sonja sank to her knees. It wasn’t even a hypnotic trigger anymore–she’d been conditioned so thoroughly by pleasure so many times that her neural pathways had been gradually rewired to associate the particular sound of Milo’s footsteps in the empty dance studio with the instinctive, automatic desire to kneel down and put her hands in her lap in patient anticipation of her evening’s service. It was the reason she always stayed late cleaning up, even though she didn’t consciously realize it, and it was the reason she always left at the end of the night with a warm tide of pleasure in the back of her brain where her memories should be. Because she was conditioned to obey.

The sound of the zipper was another association with pleasure–Pavlov could have used her as a demonstration subject, so perfectly did Sonja open her mouth and stick her tongue all the way out whenever she heard Milo begin to undo his fly. He didn’t hypnotize her anymore, there wasn’t an induction or a deepener or any kind of reinforcement of his suggestions–Sonja didn’t need any of that. Her brain had connected the sense memories of kneeling down and sucking his cock with the deep, powerful procreative impulse that lurked at the back of her lizard-brain, and two billion years of evolution rewarded her with pleasure for following that pathway wherever it led.

It didn’t matter that Sonja’s lips, as sensitive as they were, hadn’t evolved to feel pleasure the same way her clitoris had. Milo’s control had hijacked those nerve endings and plugged them into the limbic system, turning her mouth into an orgasm machine so profoundly talented that Sonja left her leotard a soaking mess every time she sucked his cock. Her confused, tangled thoughts might be the result of hypnosis–or perhaps not even that, perhaps Sonja was simply so conflicted over the pleasure she received from getting her face fucked and the social messaging that told her it was something good girls didn’t do that amnesia simply seemed like the easiest solution to her unconscious mind–but the craving she felt for her Master’s dick was pure, scientifically inevitable operant conditioning.

When he gripped the back of Sonja’s head and pushed her face down onto his throbbing shaft, her brain sent those sensory impulses right down into the limbic system that governed arousal and desire. When he began to rock her mouth back and forth on his cock, grunting with pleasure every time her warm wet tongue slid along his slick flesh, Sonja’s frontal lobe disengaged that tiny bit more under the influences of serotonin and dopamine. When his thrusts became more rapid, pushing their way into her relaxed throat as he sank-balls deep between her lips, the same vasopressin released during vaginal sex made even the pain feel like pleasure to her.

And when she came–and she did come for him, again and again and again while he fucked her face over and over until he shot his load straight down her throat–Sonja’s brain released that same hit of oxytocin, making her feel warm and happy and intimate and emotionally bonded to her Master. She’d long ago ceased being influenced by hypnosis alone… which explained perfectly why she could never resist the power Milo held over her.

When someone is serious about their kinks, and genuinely appreciative of the art of hypnosis and the mind. And has come to know you, trust you in an online setting — sometimes you never even have to ask to hypnotize them. Your conversations will naturally evolve into a trance, becoming more and more mesmerizing, your words enchanting their mind. Neither of you will even realize when they fell for you.

Your text inductions will be pure poetry, the way you dance around each other, teasing and flirting, falling and sinking, deeper and deeper as they let you in. Becoming enthralled by you, falling under your spell, that all of a sudden without even having to ask, they’ll desperately beg you to take them so deep they don’t even remember who they are — all they know is you, and they want to be everything that you are. Infinite possibilities for all the fun you can have when they give you all control.

Rebecca took a seat by a window at the cafe so she could see him approach as soon as possible. The fabric of her skirt pressing against her as she sat down reminded her that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She squeezed her thighs together in excitement. He had suggested it might be a lot of fun for her to have a slutty little secret that she didn’t need to share with anyone. Glancing both ways down the street outside one more time, she pulled out her phone and began to type.

Just sat down. I’m by the window. Took your advice ;)

Rebecca couldn’t quite believe that she had gone along with it now that she thought about it. But that always seemed to be how it went with them. It always felt so natural in the moment to talk to him and listen, and he always had the best ideas and they made such sense. And then afterward…it was so odd. She still agreed with everything he had told her but…She just knew she wouldn’t recognize the woman she had become from just a few months ago. Her phone buzzed.

Good girl

Rebecca felt a moan rise up from her throat that she fortunately managed to keep only barely audible. It’s just coffee, she reminded herself as her mind started to get ahead of itself. He’s just being kind.

It had been a week or two ago that he had helped her discover how much she enjoyed being spoken to like that. Like someone who just wanted to please. Discovered how much it excited her. He’d suggested that she might be looking for someone who could treat her the way she needed to be treated. And although he’d be happy to praise her for doing as she was told, it might make her really hot. She might start associating that excitement with him. He’d been right.

He knew her so well.

The dreams had gotten more intense the last few nights, just like he said they might. The details were always quite hazy by the time she was fully awake, but the feelings lingered with her all morning. Rebecca knew that they all centered around him. Around her getting to serve him and please him. Listening to his commands. Being helpless to resist his touch…his voice…his control…his co-

Lost in her daydream, Rebecca hadn’t even noticed him walk in. He sat down across from her with a grin and a wave. “Whatever you are focused on, it looks quite enjoyable.”

She blushed, letting her gaze linger on him for a moment before shifting her eyes down coyly. Just coffee she repeated. “Wha-what makes you say that?”

“The dreamy smile on your face. I bet it’s those dreams you have been having. I told you they were just going to get more intense. That reminds me. I suspect if that association keeps growing in your mind, the effects are going to become even more pronounced. You might notice even more powerful responses around me.”

Rebecca tensed. “Is that okay? I mean, would it be? That is, do you…um..” she took a breath to compose herself. Something about that possibility set something off in her mind…and between her legs. She started again: “What do you mean, ‘more pronounced’?“

He chuckled softly. The rich sound plucked something inside of her, set it vibrating. Rebecca felt so small in that moment.

“I suspect even conversations like this one might start to effect you. You don’t need to concern yourself if they do.” Rebecca relaxed visibly at his words. “But you might notice that it’s really easy to just listen to me sometimes. You might notice that you don’t need to speak or even think when I’m telling you certain things. Or when I’m explaining them in a certain way. You might even find that you don’t remember conversations we have sometimes. That large parts of it are just absent from your mind. You won’t worry about that either though. You can just let it happen. You might even let it happen now…”

Rebecca gazed down into the empty mug in front of her. She blinked slowly noticing how groggy she felt. Shaking her head, she looked up to him as he put his jacket on to leave. “We’ll do this again soon,” he said, standing.

“But we just…” Rebecca mumbled. They had finished their drinks. She didn’t remember ordering, or when they came, or what they talked about. She was starting to feel anxious when she remembered that he had told her she wouldn’t worry about it. And he was right. Rebecca knew they had a lovely chat and they’d meet up again soon. She waved goodbye as he headed out the door.

She sat for a long moment, putting her head back together….waiting…At some point her phone buzzed again. She looked down at the message from him, her eyes scanning the contents, but he had told her that she didn’t need to think about what it said, she could just do as she was told.