I made this bitch do this audio note 7 years ago, listen up to you new sluts and learn what is your purpose as the inferior fucktoys you are.

thinking about legally mandated free use sluts <3 if someone tells you you have to bend over and take it you do. your body is absolute public property and if someone on the subway wants to pull you onto their cock and rape you on their way to work they can and you have to thank them for the load they pumped into you or they have the right to punish you. if someone thinks your shirt covers up too much they're fully within their rights to pull it down and under your tits to make sure everyone gets to see and properly enjoy them. strangers walking past take the time to pinch your nipples or slap your ass just to watch you squirm

Have you ever thought about getting close to a fakeboy just so you could out her to all her friends? Acting all supportive and approving long enough for her to introduce you to others. The people in her life who met her after she started faking don't know she's trans (or they at least humor her by pretending to not notice her high voice and curves), and the people who do know are too nice to break her delusion. But you know better than to let her live a lie. After a few months, she's comfortable enough with you to let you take pictures of her. You keep talking about how hot she is, how much you love her body, and being praised about what really matters gets her so very wet. So when you ask if you can take some pictures to have when you two are apart, of course she accepts.

But a few days after, she notices people are treating her... Differently. They keep "misgendering" her more often, being more flippant and dismissive when she talks about being a boy, some of her old friends even start calling her by her deadname real name. She vents to you about it and you pretend to be sympathetic, rubbing her shoulders and occasionally "accidentally" groping her tits while she talks. After a few minutes, you start fondling her tits more openly, your fingers circling her nipples when they start getting stiff. She eventually gets so worked up that she forgets about the rest of her silly problems, begging you to help relieve all that pent up tension. She doesn't even realize that you're slowly training her body to react whenever she thinks about getting "misgendered." Maybe she'll figure it out when one of her friends yanks off her shirt and her binder to play with her tits and her panties immediately get wet... Maybe. All in due time. - ✨

oh everyone she knew would have instant access to an entire porn library of her getting fucked and used like the girl she is. they’d have seen enough videos of her tits bouncing lewdly while she fucks herself on my cock that they’d never be able to see her as anything but a desperate girl again.

i’d love training her to love being misgendered. yes teasing her tits when she recounts the incidents, but also playing with her when it happens. going out to lunch with her friends and pressing my hand between her legs whenever they refer to her as “one of the girls” or call her by her real name. i’d constantly pleasure her whenever she was misgendered until she couldn’t hear her real name without her cunt throbbing. and it would be so fun once she’s pliant enough to watch her get fondled and fucked by every one of her friends while she tries to correct them between high pitched, feminine, needy whines. if she ever actually forced a protest out, i’d slap her pretty face silently, just let her slowly start to associate pain with being a boy like she’d associated pleasure with being a girl. she’d be our group free use doll who can’t help but beg to be fucked.

All prospective hypnotists need to understand the importance of visuals when it comes to trance, even for subjects that cannot visualize.

Visuals, at first blush, seem like a fancy trick, some way to prove the "power" of trance to a subject, but they serve one of the most important purposes. Hypnosis deals with a lot of abstract concepts. You're taking these vague ideas of "awareness" and "focus" and "obedience" and trying to get their attentive mind to act on them and affect them. Good hypnosis means good communication, and like explaining any other abstract or new concept or idea well to someone, the best way to do it is to link it to something they do know.

What visuals do is take an abstract concept and then turns it into a singular thing. Instead of the subject focusing more on you, your words are a magnet that pulls their focus in. Instead of feeling more relaxed, their mind is an ice cube that begins to melt. Instead of telling the subject's thoughts to stop, you store them in a bubble and pop them.

What you're doing is creating a narrative to the trance, much like how a good story draws someone in. Even without the actual ability to visualize, a subject can understand the narrative better than these general abstract ideas. The concept is still turned into a thing, and then that thing is acted upon, changed in some way. You're giving the mind something to hold on to, and once the subject is holding on, you can take them wherever you want.

Good luck, and happy hypnotizing.

@toy-with-eli @kirathewarrior1999 @aurora03e

Why don't you be a Good Girl and reblog with your bimbo personality?

missing my anons from the old blog 😭

i want asks and for people to send me audios. !!

Lately been fantasizing about being invited to game night, thinking I've been accepted as "one of the guys". We drink, play some poker, have some laughs. Once my guy friends get me good and drunk, they suggest measuring dick sizes, loser has to serve everyone else the rest of the night. Naïve and tipsy, I assume they mean serve like "get snacks", and that I would be exempt. They know I'm trans and seem totally cool with it!

They all go around in a circle, pulling their cocks out. It's hard for me to not get a little jealous and very wet, seeing all their manly cocks, huge compared to my little tdick even when soft. After they're all done, they turn to me expectantly.

"Well, you said you're a guy, right? You have to play too."

I can't think of an excuse. Blushing, I pull my pants down. They all snicker when I expose my wet pussy.

"Damn, 'his' dick is so small I can't even see it." "Are we sure 'he's' even got one? Someone should check."

One of them pushes his hand between my legs and starts rubbing my clit.

"Oh, there's a little one here all right. Maybe an inch. Looks like we found our loser!"

Laughing, they all move closer, boxing me in. My friend stops playing with my pussy and joins the circle. Their cocks are all hard now.

"Well, looks like you're serving us tonight."

They all descend upon me. I'm helpless as they duct tape my wrists behind my back and cut my clothes off. They cheer when they cut away my binder, leaving me sobbing as they all grope my tits. I'm ashamed at how aroused the violation is making me.

"Look at how wet she's getting, I knew she wasn't an actual dude." "Knows her place, getting fondled by the real men." "Shame to hide those udders under a binder, I don't think we should let her wear clothes ever again."

They bend me over a table and tape my ankles to the legs, leaving my cunt fully exposed. I feel a cock begin pushing into my dry asshole, and yelp in surprise and pain. The friend stops and leans down to whisper in my ear.

"Either you keep pretending you're a man and I shove my cock in your ass and fuck you like a man, or you admit you're a girl and I'll go easy on you and rape your pretty little pussy instead."

Sobbing, scared of the pain, I whisper: "I'm a girl"

He laughs.

"Good girl."

And shoves his cock into my ass anyway. When I open my mouth to scream in pain, another friend takes the opportunity to shove his cock down my throat.

The rest of the night is spent with my friends violating every one of my holes. By the time one pumps a load into me, another is ready to go again. Eventually, I go numb and accept my fate. It feels... Freeing. I'm just a girl, I've got a cunt, and they own it now. I serve the real men in my life. I'm just a girl, and this is my place.

Muffs control your mind...and good girls obey their programming Kiss Me, kitten...kiss Me and become My GOOD GIRL

you're out in public and you look down at a text from an unknown number.

"What's your favorite color?"

thinking it's just one of your friends playing a prank, you reply,

"pink"

you click send and the number replies with a spiral. and another. and another. you start to panic and try to swipe away but your phone isn't responding. it's too late to look away. someone is controlling you. your legs get weak. you need to sit down but you can't look away. you collapse onto your knees.

as you stare and drop deeper, and deeper. your phone begins to ring. a man's voice on the other side orders your tongue out and tells you to repeat this phrase:

"I'm a ditz, I play with my tits."

you're on your knees in public, drooling all over your shirt, and now with both hands you're groping your tits. people are staring at you as they walk by. girls giving you dirty looks, men stopping to take pictures and videos. you don't care. all that matters is the spiral, controlling you.

Public Use Slut Part 1

You’ve gotten so desperate for attention and any form of physical touch that you decide to stop wearing bras in public. Hoping just to catch anyone’s lingering eyes for a moment. You don’t realise how effective this will be until you go out for some errands wearing a tank top and no bra.

At your first stop, a man immediately takes notice of your large breasts sitting freely under your top. You watch as he stares, and, feeling confident, you linger where he can keep groping you in his mind. Even pretending to look at something from the shelf so he can watch your tits move.

You walk off into the store, happy that your experiment is getting the results you had hoped for. As you reach for an item off a high shelf, you feel someone quickly move up behind you and place both hands over your tits. You gasp as the man starts massaging your breasts and pressing his bulge into you from behind.

“You didn’t think I wasn’t going to say hi, did you?” He whispers into your ear. “Such a beautiful girl showing off for me.”

You’re stunned by his boldness, and try pulling his hands off of you, unable to think of anything to say or yell out. He wraps one arm around your waist to pull you in while placing the other over your mouth. You can feel his cock twitching under his pants as he grinds against your ass and pushes you into the shelves.

He grabs you by roughly by the throat saying, “Such a nasty tease. I think I’ll put you to use right here.”

Before you can process that he’s thrown you to your knees, he has his big, hard cock against the back of your throat. He grunts quietly while forcing himself further inside and fucking your face. You try to pull your head away, but he’s got too strong a hold of you, and all you’re able to do is choke and cry.

A small pause to pull your tits out of your top and smear the mess of your spit over your face.

As he keeps jerking off with your mouth, more slobbery mess is made and drips down onto your bare chest. He holds your head in place as the pace of his thrusts quickens. You’re running out of air while he’s pushing his cock as deeply into your throat as possible. Your tears mix into the mess on your chin and chest. He pounds into you ferociously as he feels his orgasm rising, and unleashes his heavy load into your stomach.

A few people walk by and notice what’s happening, but nobody seems bothered by what they’re seeing. A set of holes and a pair of tits being used for what it’s meant for.

Your dom making you watch gross porn while they're groping you, purposely making you needy and teasing you for getting turned on by such gross things

Consistently brainwashing you to crave more brainwashing~

Consistently brainwashing you to crave more edging~

Consistently brainwashing you to crave more mind melting~

Consistently brainwashing you to crave more of my mesmerizing messages~

Consistent, carefully curated, and calculated to crush and melt your marvelously malleable mind~

Consistency is key~

Don’t you agree?

Reblog this if you are a stupid cunt, playing with your useless clit right now.

Sometimes I like to imagine that every fakeboy has an invisible meter tracking how many loads of cum it'll take before she admits what she is.

Some of them are long and half-full: for the girl whose boyfriend will spend months or years fucking her bare and gently pushing her along, telling her that she should try stopping T just for a little while, just to see how it feels, and that of course you're a boy, babe, but that dress would just look so good on you...

Some of them are shorter, and empty until they're suddenly filled: for the kind of girl who'll take her first load and instantly crave more, until she realizes that she was made to bounce on a cock rather than have one.

And some are so small they're barely there: for the virginal girl who'll someday find out that she's so susceptible to the rush of a man's cum inside her - from a malleable mind or a fertile womb - that it just takes one load to erase her dreams of manhood forever.

i just want someone to use me in front of their friends knowing im super shy and embarrassed (and extremely turned on) about it

like, start fingering me in the middle of a small party when we're both seated on the couch and most of your friends can see us. after all, you made me wear a skirt for a reason.

tease me until im begging you to just fuck me and make me ride you while facing the room so that everyone can see how wet i am and how tight i am around your cock. fuck me dumb while your friends laugh at me, calling me names and telling me how much of a dumb slut i am, getting off on being watched like that.

and after you've cummed in me, lay me down on the couch and let all of them have a turn on me, fucking my pretty boycunt (or my ass) and leaving me a sloppy mess <3