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Sleepy girl 2: the squeakuel

I need help. I live and are supported by my brother and his gf - as I can't hold a job due to disability. They are abusive, they're now limiting my food purchases and talk about shutting off my HRT - not cause they can't afford it, but to punish me. PLEASE SHARE.

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no, it actually changes her wants. she wants this now, more than anything. enthusiastically. and she knows she didn't just a few short seconds ago.

Subject is, however, extremely susceptible to hypnosis. We discuss limits and bounds. Subject gives me carte blanche.

I put Subject in a deep trance. I install the program I need in their skull and wake them up.

All it takes from this day forward is one small command phrase. The moment Subject hears it, it's like they're a whole new person; Subject Victim.

Subject Victim has their memories locked away. They do not know who they are, where they are. Any picture, any object that might remind them immediately becomes a blurred part of the background they can't conceive of. Most importantly, their memories of me are locked away. I'm nothing more than a stranger in a home they can't recognize.

Subject Victim begins to feel real terror. The trigger started the physical sensations, planting the seeds of fear in their psyche before their dawning realization does the rest.

Subject Victim has any prior knowledge or thought of self defense sealed away. Subject Victim can only consider themselves weak, harmless, and ineffectual against me. Subject Victim likewise has a limiter placed on how loud they may be, so as to not draw attention.

Subject Victim hardly struggles as I throw them bodily to the floor. Subject Victim can only sob and beg when I dig my knee into the small of their back. I hate how much I savor the earnest fear in their voice.

I take what I want from Subject Victim. I make them repeat awful, vile things with the promise it will make it stop. I hurt them for the simple joy of making them sob louder. Do you know how beautiful they are when all they can do is shake?

With another command Subject returns. Full memories intact, full knowledge of who I am, all with a rush of positivity and joy to chase away the negative emotions. Subject retains full memory of what transpired but with the knowledge now it was just a scene.

Subject curls into my arms, and together we watch the recordings I made of our session.

(If you would like to support my writing and help me relocate to a safer place I've included my cash app below or you can DM for my paypal)

Subject is, however, extremely susceptible to hypnosis. We discuss limits and bounds. Subject gives me carte blanche.

I put Subject in a deep trance. I install the program I need in their skull and wake them up.

All it takes from this day forward is one small command phrase. The moment Subject hears it, it's like they're a whole new person; Subject Victim.

Subject Victim has their memories locked away. They do not know who they are, where they are. Any picture, any object that might remind them immediately becomes a blurred part of the background they can't conceive of. Most importantly, their memories of me are locked away. I'm nothing more than a stranger in a home they can't recognize.

Subject Victim begins to feel real terror. The trigger started the physical sensations, planting the seeds of fear in their psyche before their dawning realization does the rest.

Subject Victim has any prior knowledge or thought of self defense sealed away. Subject Victim can only consider themselves weak, harmless, and ineffectual against me. Subject Victim likewise has a limiter placed on how loud they may be, so as to not draw attention.

Subject Victim hardly struggles as I throw them bodily to the floor. Subject Victim can only sob and beg when I dig my knee into the small of their back. I hate how much I savor the earnest fear in their voice.

I take what I want from Subject Victim. I make them repeat awful, vile things with the promise it will make it stop. I hurt them for the simple joy of making them sob louder. Do you know how beautiful they are when all they can do is shake?

With another command Subject returns. Full memories intact, full knowledge of who I am, all with a rush of positivity and joy to chase away the negative emotions. Subject retains full memory of what transpired but with the knowledge now it was just a scene.

Subject curls into my arms, and together we watch the recordings I made of our session.

(If you would like to support my writing and help me relocate to a safer place I've included my cash app below or you can DM for my paypal)

She won't mind, not initially. Not until the first time I pull my fingers free, click the vibrator off, and ruin her orgasm with whisper light brushes. And again, weeks later, after she had thought the first was a one off cruelty.

Eventually, she'll beg for my fingers in her mouth before I touch any other part of her, she'll suckle at them desperately, unsure how to earn a real orgasm but desperate to try.