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Qal had tried to be hypnotized before, but it never worked. That is, until he met Ichos.

(I’ll start posting the stories I’ve written for these guys soon!)

If you look at me and just say “down” I will be on my knees immediately no questions asked

In order to stop the culture of faking orgasms, we need to stop the culture of shaming others for their sexual experiences.

Can’t get your partner off on the first try? Cool. You can still be thoughtful and make them feel good.

Can get your partner off within 30 seconds? Awesome, good for you both, don’t let it get to your head.

Can make someone cum in less than 5, but for others, it’s a process that takes an hour? That’s alright, everyone’s different. 

Does it take you 30 minutes to cum? That’s okay, you’re not broken, you’re not a failure.

Does it take you 10 seconds to cum? That’s great, you’re not a slut, you’re not overly sensitive or dirty. 

Can’t cum without toys/vibrators? That’s awesome, that’s a valid part of sexual play!

Can only cum with loving, vanilla sex? That’s perfectly normal, and you will find lots of great partners to experience that with!

Can’t orgasm at all? THAT’S ALSO COOL. It’s not a bad thing, you can still enjoy sex TONNES just like others.

Orgasms are NOT the defining characteristic of your sexual prowess. They are great, they’re lovely when they happen, but for the love of science, stop bringing them up higher than they need to be. 

MINDFUCK

Look at you... so cute on all fours with your tongue out and eyes crossed.

You are such a GOOD GIRL.

I know it's hard to think like that. Especially with that cock banging on your forehead. Banging away like it wants in.

Just let it. Let it into your mind. Let that MINDCOCK in. Let it fuck your mind away.

GOOD GIRL.

Feel that MINDCOCK slide in and out of your grey matter. Turning it into mush. Banging away... in and out... in and out... with each thrust your mind turns to mush. Just let your mind drool down your tongue. Don't mind the puddle on the floor. Just let it drip out of your pretty little head.

Fuck and drip. Fuck and drip. Let that MINDCOCK fuck you until there is nothing left. It's all mush. And then that MINDCOCK CUMS!!! Cums all over your mushy brain.

ZAP COCK DRAIN OBEY. That voice in Your mind is silent. Your MINDMOUTH is busy sucking on that MINDCOCK. Licking the head and shaft. Slurping up every bit of CUM.

GOOD GIRL.

Such a good reward for that MINDCOCK for fucking your brains out. Let that MINDMOUTH reward that COCK.

WAKEY WAKEY UP UP UP.

Hope you enjoyed this mind fuck.

consensual somnophilia is like a surprise party. you’ve talked to your partner about what you like and they know what you would and wouldn’t want, and then all that’s left is to fall asleep one night not knowing they’re planning anything for you, but then you slowly wake up and surprise! you don’t know how long they’ve been fingering you but you feel amazing and you’re comfy and sleepy and someone you love is making you feel so good.

Shannon Gets Puppified

"I'm sorry, puppy, what were you saying?" Again, Shannon felt the irresistible compulsion to to put her hands up in front of her, wrists limp and drooping like the paws of a dog, and loll her tongue out of her mouth in a desperate whining whimper like she was begging for treats. It didn't last long--perhaps ten seconds passed before she could regain control of her own body from the trigger Trent had implanted--but it never failed to make her cheeks go bright red with a heady blend of uncontrollable arousal and deep, helpless embarrassment. He could strip Shannon of her humanity with a single word. It was that easy for him.

She swallowed heavily, all too aware of the drool gathering at the tip of her tongue, and said, "I, um… I w-was saying I'd like to pull my top back down, sir." She didn't expect him to say yes--Trent mentioned early and often that he loved looking at her heavy tits and put them on display as often as humanly possible--but politely requesting permission to stop jiggling and cover up was really her only option after a full two years of teasing and denial and frequent hypnotic conditioning. They'd slipped so gradually from playing games of dominance and submission in the bedroom to a true, full and permanent shift in the power dynamic between the two of them that Shannon didn't even realize how completely she'd fallen into his power until he gave her a command and she found she genuinely couldn't disobey. And Trent had taken full advantage of his control over her.

Case in point. Trent looked over at her from his spot on the couch, gave her titties a casual squeeze, and said, "No, puppy. I don't think so." The moment she heard her trigger, Shanon once again put her paws--her hands--out in front of her and stuck out her tongue like a panting dog, and this time she actually felt a couple of droplets of saliva land on her ample chest before she was able to regain control of her own body. She blushed hotter, squirming at the messy slickness between her own thighs; she literally couldn't remember the last time she'd had an orgasm, not without consulting the calendar Trent kept on the refrigerator door, and virtually everything turned her on now. But nothing more than responding to her hypnotic triggers.

She knew that was what really kept her with Trent, not her conditioning or his suggestions or the constant fog of denial that left her stupefied brain struggling with basic cognitive tasks. No, what kept Shannon trapped in her boyfriend's orbit was the way he could always tell how much it made her wet to be degraded like this--whatever calculations her unconscious mind was making between the pros and cons of being turned into a needy little puppyslut for her Master, they always came down consistently and heavily on one side of the scale. Shannon loved this. Trent hadn't even come close to reaching her limits, assuming she actually had limits to reach, and the more he objectified her the wetter she got. That was just the basic truth of it, as immutable a fact as the morning sunrise, and she couldn't escape him because she couldn't escape herself.

Or at least, that's what she told herself. Maybe she'd been hypnotized to believe that too. "Yeth thir," Shannon mumbled, unable to stop her tongue from lolling out again entirely unprompted, and she gave her lover a look of pure, helpless lust as she began to drool on her jiggling tits.

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Not Just Play Dumb Anymore

Cassie wandered into Doug's office, acutely aware of the tinkling clatter trailing along behind her with every step. The sound of her chain leash dragging on the hardwood floor tugged her thoughts into a numb and sleepy vacancy, so intensely stultifying that she spent a long moment simply standing and staring at her lover in utter confusion over why she'd come to see him in the first place. Embarrassingly enough, she remembered to get down on her knees before she remembered what she came to talk to him about, and so it was from a pose of kneeling submission that she finally mumbled, "I think I'm getting, uhm… dumber."

Doug gave her a chuckle and a pat on the head. "Of course you are, baby doll! That's what you wanted, remember? You wanted to be a dumb and drippy little slut for Master." The gesture of condescending affection sent a surge of warmth through Cassie's wet cunt, and before she even consciously realized it she was squirming around to grind her pussy against the sole of her foot like a needy puppy. The chain dangling down from the collar around her neck shivered with tiny clinking noises every time she moved, and Cassie found as always that the sound acted like a drug on her slow and sluggish mind. Stilling her thoughts. Stealing away her cognitive abilities. Stupefying her into blank, horny vapidity the way it always did, because that was how she was trained and she loved to obey like a good girl.

It was only when she felt drool dripping onto her small breasts and pert pink nipples that Cassie realized she'd spent a full thirty seconds staring blankly into space and trying to think of a response. "I, uhm… but that was, like, uhm, play dumb, Master. I… I think I'm getting, uhm, like… real dumb?" Cassie heard the lilting uptalk at the end of her sentence turning her statement into a question, and her clit throbbed even harder at the sure and certain knowledge that if Doug wanted to, he could simply gaslight her out of any part of the tentative conviction she'd just expressed. He could look her in the eyes and tell her that of course she'd never been smart, or that she'd always wanted to be genuinely vacuous and docile, and her deeply conditioned brain would simply crumble under the pressure of his gentle insistence. She was so weak now. She was so easy to control.

But Doug put his hand to her cheek and caressed her gently, petting her as if she was nothing more than his dumb and horny pet, and said, "Is that too much for you, sweetie heart? We said we wanted to try a full-time thing, and give your mind a little break from being a smart girl for a while, but if it's scaring you we can take a break from the break instead." Cassie's brain lurched into a slick, pulsing edge, the closest she could get to a climax without permission, as she felt herself struggling to parse out something as complicated as a break from a break. It proved everything she was beginning to believe. The hypnosis, the constant masturbation, the continuous denial… it was all numbing her into a state of true, genuine vacancy for her Master. She was really getting dumber.

Her breath escaped in a low, hoarse shudder as she murmured, "N-not yet, Master? It's, uhm, I… it's scary, kind of, but it's super hot. I just… I, uhm, wanted Master to know the hypno is working." Her eyes went glassy and unfocused then, the constant edging making it too hard to hold onto a thought once she'd given it to her Master. But judging by the way he slid his thumb into her mouth for her to suck, Doug was quite happy with everything he'd heard.

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Just thinking of throat training with a puppy whose gag reflex is horrible, cooing at them and telling them we’re just gonna practice as I put them on their knees. Once they get comfortable and confident I grab the back of their hair and force them down until they try to push back, coaxing them through their tears and gags that they can handle it.

“Shh baby I know you can take it, don’t fight it. There you go, that’s a good puppy.. You look so pretty with my cock down your throat. You’ll be good and take the rest, won’t you my love?”

Oh to be just a dumb sleepy puppy

Too tired to understand anything that’s going on as I get cuddled and gently groped

Just so sleepy that I can’t even remember where I am half the time unless I’m in owner’s arms

And then I get my little puppy holes filled up till im leaking and begging for more you agree reblog

Theres something so sexy about making someone cum in their underwear.

Like being on top of them grinding against them. Them grabbing ur hips to try and stop you cause theyre close and its too much and fuck watching thrm shake and jerk from the pleasure

Or when theyre on top of you dry humping and they start getting close but they cant stop and it turns into primal rutting against you until you feel their underwear dampen

Wanna mouth at you through ur cum filled underwear when ur still desperate and floaty

“testosterone will make you ANGRY and VIOLENT” statements are always so funny to me bc testosterone made me a subby obedient little bitchboy that’ll do whatever anyone says as long as they call me a good boy and give me headpats and bellyrubs after ^-^

Daily reminder:

Keep your puppy boys overstimulated with no thoughts, puppy’s don’t need to think

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