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another post got me thinking about the differences between the trance and subspace. to me, subspaces vary by method. i love how many different kinds of headspace come around from different kinds of kink.
the main difference between other subspaces and trance i've noticed is that i don't have the mental pliability that comes from trance. being hypnotised opens my mind up to alteration. that can sometimes alter my ability to control my body, depending on the hypnosis itself.
rope subspace remains a lot more conscious and aware. it doesn't shut down my mind or my body, but the act of physically restricting my movement makes me spacey and high. there's a rush, but it doesn't make me less present.
pain shuts down my body and puts me in a subspace that's less aware and conscious, but it closes my mind rather than opens it. my mind is focussed on the sensations. it's not the same as trance at all. this also applies to tickling, since it's similar in that it's overwhelming phsyical sensations, the bit that differs in masochism and tickling is the specifics of my reactions as i'm shut down.
submissive subspace is almost like hypno subspace. being subby and obedient feels warm. i'm pliable and open, but there's an element of will that remains. submission is a choice that i can lose myself in, given the right motivation.
but like, the lines aren't exactly clear, either. masochism can be used hypnotically. restraints can change the way masochism is felt. hypnosis can be used to strengthen submissive mindsets. it's all connected, with overlapping elements.
does that make sense?
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Being hypnotized feels good. I don’t need to think. Being hypnotized feels good. I don’t need to think. Being hypnotized feels good. I don’t need to think. Beingnhionotizss feels good. I don’t need to think.
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Would Lamb like listening to Narinder's heartbeat and vice versa?
I would say so~
As for vice versa..
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“Use your words” when she's absolutely cock drunk, overstimulated, braindead, and whimpering
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nsfw tumblr in 2012
black and white gifs of such obscene sexual acts as "Doggy style" and "spanking". someone might call you daddy.
nsft tumblr in 2024
the most beautiful transgender people you've ever seen yowling like animals at each other (hot). someone will casually say something that immediately gets you so horny you see new colors.
I suppose in a way the doggy style has remained
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Would you cage a trans girl too? 🥺
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Always! As long as you’re prepared to be knotted too ❤️😘❤️
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what if we were sisters and i followed you to college and we ended up sharing a dorm and exploring new things together and then later we got an apartment and then one day a house with a little garden and then had a family of our own and everyone just kinda knew what was up but didn't really mind and we got to be sisters together forever?
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"hit His prostate this" "milk His prostate that"
where are the fucking posts about milking Her prostate.
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I don't think y'all truly grasp what fucking a god would be like.
Not only are they beings who can shape reality like clay, but they have such a massively different conception of time, morality, and existence that they become alien to you
For example, let's say you are a normal guy:
One moment you're looking at yourself in the mirror, the next in a quiet field. Before you even have a chance to react, a voice rips through your tissue paper body. It is multilayered, unable to stick to one voice, but is it smooth and alluring and almost feminine.
"I have chosen thee to be my temple." The voice says.
"W...who are you?" You stutter out.
The voice doesn't answer. For a moment you wonder if you've gone insane, then she begins. A thousand hands of light touch you, some delicate and precise, some wild and rough. They grab and grope and tear and claw and brush and pinch and slap all over, all at once. One hand grabs your short hair and forces you to look up in the air and she says:
"Let me show you your purpose."
You are launched in time to a temple, backwards or forwards, you don't know. It is lit by candles, showing that you're at the feet of a massive marble statue of a nude woman. The hands force you to your knees, all while feeling up your boiling body. You look up and only catch a glimpse of her beautiful thighs before you're unstuck in time again.
You feel yourself dragged back to reality. You're in a woman's body, being fucked by two other women in a dingy hotel. One hold the leash to a collar around your neck, the other holding your legs as she fucks you with her dick. The hands are still there and guide you, teasing each moans from your throat and buck of your hips. You've never felt this good ever as you start ascending the mountain of arousal. The collar chokes you enough for a momentary blackout
You're back in the temple, still looking up. You catch a glimpse of her hips, grabbable, with curves in just the right spots. You blink in awe and find yourself in another woman's body, actually no, a robot woman's body. You're connected to a machine made of tech so powerful you can't comprehend by series of wires and plugs throughout your body. A woman, dressed in lab wear smiles, kisses you, and starts the machine. You feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through you. The woman's smile widens, then a notification appears on your HUD
Sensitivity increased 150%
A soft glide teaches down your back and you feel your entire body kicks in response. You ascend further up, climbing step after step towards orgasm. Each touch the machine simulates makes you skip ten steps. The woman's laughs at you makes you skip more. The heat is unbearable, your fans spinning at Max speed, their noise filling the background. You get a warning notification about overheating and you're back at the temple.
The hands keep your arousal steady as the hand tilts your head further up still. You're enraptured by the most perfect pair of tits you have ever seen. The last bit of thought you we're holding onto is wiped away by their glory. But before you can properly worship them, you're thrown back in time.
You're in another temple, hazy and thick with the perfume of incense. You're in a priestess' body slick with oil, prepared to worship your goddess with your other priestesses. You look around and see the rest of your order staring at you and approach. After a long moment, you realize that you're the offering. The other women attack you with kisses and teeth and hands and nails in just the right spots. Each blow brings you closer to the peak. They pin you down and begin fucking you with their trained tongues and you blank out. You're so close now you can see the peak. You pray to just be allowed to reach it.
You're set back to the temple again and with one swift yank of your long hair, brings your eyes to the statues face.
It's you.
You don't know how you know. It looks nothing like you, but it's you. And you're gorgeous you can feel the orgasm coming, it's so so so so close now. The world stops, your body freezes.
You find yourself stuck one step before the peak, staring at your beautiful features and unable to do anything about it. You're stuck there for a long time. An hour? A year? A Millennia? A second? You don't know. But by the end, you're asking Her to let you cum. She responds:
"Do you know your purpose?"
"Yes... Goddess," you pant out. "As your temple... Where your followers... Worship you"
"Good Girl" She says.
Those two words bring you over the edge and you find yourself cumming harder than you've ever done before. Each convulsion rips away a part of your past life, what you ate for breakfast, your job, your hobbies, your name. If you could think through the tsunami of pleasure, you wouldn't care. Goddess will provide, she always will. But for now, you are drowning in devotional ecstasy.
After an eternity, you finally feel the afterglow bleed in. The hands let go and you collapse to the floor, letting the darkness consume you.
You wake up on the bathroom floor and groan. Was it really just a dream? You get up and look in the mirror and see you. Not the fake you that you wore before, but the you Goddess crafted, her masterpiece. You smile and dance in your body, that statue turned flesh, and laugh a beautiful laugh to celebrate and thank Her.
"You know your purpose and are trained in it," She says in the back of your mind. "Begin."
"Yes Goddess"
You leave the bathroom and begin your new life. After all, what's a god without her temple?
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Fucking you till your brain turns to mush, till your in that place where all you can feel is pleasure. Where It feels so good you think you’re going crazy, you can’t even hear how loud your being. Just blissed out being pulled back onto my dick while your mouth hangs open and your soundlessly screaming except for a few pathetic “uh uh uh”s. You can’t even hear me talking to you it feels so good. I’m telling you how wet you are inside but you’re just so gone. You feel like you can taste me in your mouth and feel me deep in your throat. You don’t know how long it takes you to cum but when you do your hips just keep kicking with the force of it like your body is possessed with pleasure.
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If you're a lesbian who craves cock and feels conflicted about it, don't worry! You're just instinctually primed to submit to girldick, all you need to a hung transfem to stuff you full of cock and rail you into the mattress. You were meant to serve lesbian cock!
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