#consensual control
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Your demon lover has your full consent to possess you at any time.
You've laid down some exceptions and rules in a very carefully-worded contract, of course, but outside of that, your body is fair game.
Sometimes, giving yourself over to possession is all that gets you through the day, your lover piloting you when you can't face work or some social obligation. The reward for doing this for you is to feed from your energy afterwards.
Your lover can take any toy from your collection and make you ride it for hours, wringing all the pleasure out of you that you have to give, and more, until you're completely spent and satiated and unable to move for a different reason.
Your demon lover can make you go out in public with a toy of their choice buzzing away inside you, and although your own hands placed it there, you're unable to turn it off, or to turn it down. All you can do is ride it out.
Your lover can make you touch yourself in the privacy of your home, perhaps in the kitchen so you have to grasp the countertop to stay upright while your legs shake and turn weak. Perhaps on your way down the corridor so you go to your hands and knees and crawl, head bowed, moaning and crying out, with one hand between your legs, or perhaps in the quiet of your bedroom in front of the mirror.
They get you so worked up, so close to the edge, and then back away with a laugh that doesn't sound at all like your own as you lie there, helpless and shaking with pent-up desire and now unable to make yourself put your hand back where you need it the most.
This can go on for hours.
The worst part, aside from the fact that you love it and wouldn't have it any other way, is that you agreed to this. A contract with a demon is binding, after all.
#back to my 'trying something new' idea#d/s#d/s dynamic#demon#demonic possession#demonic possession as D/s play#control#consensual control#demon x human
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i know it’s like years old at this point but i love that one collab mumbo and grian did with tommyinnit bc it’s like the single most concentrated example i’ve seen of mumbo’s Chaos Nullification Powers
you get to see a bit of it on hermitcraft, mostly via his interactions with grian, but until seeing that collab it didn’t really hit me just how completely mumbo can no-sell other people’s attempts to control a situation. tommyinnit is possibly the single shoutiest, most chaotic minecraft youtuber out there, and in most videos i’ve seen he pretty much overwhelms everyone else and sets the tone for interactions because of this. but mumbo just. doesn’t let him. no matter how much tommy escalates in intensity, mumbo reacts with *exactly* the same energy he always does. grian largely comes across in the whole video as annoyed and reluctant to engage with the whole thing, but mumbo’s not even affected. he just rolls with anything he finds funny and basically ignores anything he disapproves of, only seeming more and more unflappable the harder anyone tries to get a rise out of him.
AND imo, this is the key to my favorite interpretation of him as a character
see, when the people around him are being more reasonable/calm, i think mumbo often comes across as anxious and a bit easily overwhelmed. the thing is, his nervous wet cat vibes do not scale. he has one setting. his responses to the last life ‘ah-ha!’ jokes and to hermitcraft 8 starting to crumble to pieces under a falling moon are almost identical.
mumbo jumbo is inexorably and eternally Just Some Guy, but that gets stranger and stranger the weirder his surroundings become. the giggly incredulousness that makes him an easy target for goofy puns looks Very different when it’s also his reaction to the impending end of the world.
#anyway yeah i have this whole idea in my head about mumbo’s friendship with grian from a characterization standpoint#bc i agree with the somewhat? common consensus that being friends with mumbo has made grian softer and friendlier over time#but i don’t think it was in a ‘reflecting back the kindness he’s being shown’ way#i think it’s because the more harsh and chaotic you try to be towards mumbo the more you feel ineffectual and out of control#and grian can’t handle it so he slowly becomes nicer until he feels like they’re on equal footing again#like don’t get me wrong i think they genuinely are good friends#and i don’t think this is necessarily something mumbo is doing on purpose#but i think the power dynamic going on under the surface is much more bizarre and weighted in mumbo’s favor than it seems at first glance#mumbling
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School Daze
Miss Schism walked into the empty lecture hall loaded down with books and papers. She scattered her desk with plans and textbooks, and sat dutifully for a long time, writing and researching, making notes, glancing at the clock frequently and increasingly fretfully. Finally, she rested her forehead on the cool desk, and whimpered.
After a few quiet minutes with her eyes closed—which didn’t help—she leaned back in her chair, wanting to cry with frustration. “There’s only a few days left before I have to give the final, and I’m not even done creating it!” she wailed to the empty room. “And there’s still so much left to do!!”
“Like what?”
She gestured to the mess before her. “I’ve got to grade the last two weeks’ worth of work, create a rubric for the final project … " She suddenly stood, and walked to the blackboard, grabbing the chalk and making frantic notes to herself. “Not to mention skimming through three months of discussion notes for questions … ”
“—planning what you’re going to wear the last day, and what debauchery you’ll get up to on vacation … ”
“—downloading and organizing and printing and planning … ”
“—dressing and undressing and squeezing and sucking … ”
“Stop!” she told the Voice, dropping the chalk in the tray, but not turning around. “I can’t—I can’t be thinking about that right now. I need to focus.”
“You certainly do need to focus,” came the Voice, which was deep, and male … and persuasive. “Focus on the tingling in your breasts, focus on how hard your nipples are getting … ”
“No … " moaned Miss Schism.
“They’re so aroused. You’re so aroused … ”
She put both hands on the chalkboard, bending over, squeezing her thighs as she felt herself getting warmer. “Please … I c-can’t … ”
“But you can. You need to. You need to focus, that’s what you said. Focus on what your body needs … Turn around.”
She whimpered an almost-protest, but pivoted to put her hands on her desk, leaning over further and scanning the empty room, the rows of bare chairs, with eyes blurred with growing lust.
“Oh my! Look at that … You weren’t very focused when you got dressed this morning, were you? I bet you haven’t even noticed what top you put on, by ‘accident.’ How sheer that blouse is. How it’s almost … invisible.”
She looked down and gasped. It was, indeed, so sheer as to show the white lace on her bra. “Oh no! I can’t be out in public like this! … At least I have a bra underneath it … ”
The unseen Voice seemed to move from one side of her to the other as it chuckled. “No you don’t.”
She looked down again as she felt her erect nipples brushing the silky fabric, swaying suddenly. “Oh no! What was I thinking!?” she gasped, covering her breasts with one arm. “This is totally, like, see-thru!”
“You weren’t thinking,” said the Voice. “You were being dumb.”
She chewed her lip, shaking her head bashfully, girlishly. The beginnings of a grin began to show. “Nuh-uh.”
“Like a dumb bimbo.”
“No I wasn’t!!” She dropped both arms to stamp a foot. “I was, like … . I mean, I am! Like, smart!”
“Much too dumb to be a teacher … ”
“Stoooop … .” she whined. “Yer mixing me up!! I gotta find something to put on before somebunny sees me!!”
She hurried to her bag beside her desk.
“It’s too late. Your whole class has seen you. Look.”
Sure enough, there they were! Every seat was filled! When did they get here??? A student in every seat, and every single one of them, boys and girls, wuz LEERING at her!!
“My goodness, what they must think of you … " said the Voice, right in her ear now. “A sheer top, and no bra … Oh and look, you forgot your skirt as well … ”
She didn’t need to look down, she FELT the scratchy tweed disappear from her thighs, and her fingertips. She watched as the boys in the front row leaned forward, their gaze growing hungrier.
“I’m having a dream, it’s a terrible, terrible dream … " she murmured.
“Nonsense!” came the Voice, but now it was coming from the doorway. Miss Schism looked, and saw an older man walking toward her, with a beaming smile, his arms out. “It’s not terrible at all … ”
“Principal Grossman!” she cried. “What a relief!”
The man was pudgy, and mostly bald, with a horseshoe of white hair. A relaxing presence, even in these circumstances. She didn’t think to cover herself, but moved toward him as if he were an oasis in the desert. “They’re all lookin at me!!” she whispered, her voice moving up the scale as if on helium.
“Poor girl,” he said tenderly. “You’re so confused. Did you think you were teaching this class? No, no, you’re the experiment.”
“I am?”
“And you’re doing very, very well,” he said, grasping her forearms reassuringly.
She beamed proudly. “Oh goody!”
He turned her, facing the students. “Such a silly girl.” He unbuttoned her blouse, stripping off the wispy material. She stood, topless, her nipples hardening, as the boys licked their lips and rubbed the crotches of their jeans. The girls uncrossed their legs, spreading their knees, revealing the lack of panties under their short skirts as they slouched in the chairs, eyes hooded with lust.
“Silly girl, you can’t be a teacher. You’re much too dumb.”
“I am?”
“Dumb and slutty,” he said into her ear, and the word “slutty” echoed through her empty head, sweeping up so many thoughts and feelings and memories. He cupped her breasts from behind, fondling them, offering them to the students. “Aren’t you, my dum-dum dolly?”
A wave of pink fluff went through her brain as he said that. And a wave of golden sparkles tingled through her body. “Uuunngghhh … .” She staggered a little. “Yes … ”
“A slutty, horny, dum-dum dolly?”
Her pussy ached with sudden need, drenching her sodden panties. He was pinching her nipples now, and tingles raced through her body, not just from his touch but from his words, his triggers … “Yes, Principal Grossman.”
“Are you sure?” he said, and his voice changed. “Look again.”
She blinked, and turned, trying to focus on the man whose hands were running over her belly, her hip, as she heard and felt the students shift hungrily in their seats.
And it wasn’t the principal at all!! He was taller, and muscular, and dark as rich chocolate!!—with shaved head and trimmed beard, but the same gentle smile …
“Coach Brickhouse!!!!”
“That’s right, little girl. And you’re my suggestible bimbo snowbunny, aren’t you?”
“Uh huh!” she grinned, and “Ohhhhhh … " She moaned as her eyelids fluttered, as the word ‘snowbunny’ stole more of her IQ points. Oh, it felt so good to let go.
The coach caressed her cheek as he hooked one dark thumb under her panties, at the hip. The other thumb slid into her slack mouth, and she sucked it eagerly, her eyes closed and her mind eclipsed. “That’s my docile, suggestible idiot,” he murmured in his rich baritone, as she sucked dutifully on his thick, black, powerful thumb. “It feels so good to drop, and obey, doesn’t it … ”
“Mmmmm … " Miss Schism, her mind delightfully fractured, leaned her blond head against his hand, mindlessly sucking, awaiting orders.
“Then why don’t you get on your knees, and show me how much you love being cockdumb.” She giggled as she dropped happily, and took his massive member in her little white hands. It filled her lips with its intoxicating meaty taste, and she stuffed it into her throat until her jaws ached with pleasure. She looked up at him with big eyes, reveling in his kind gaze as he stroked her cheek and hair with his strong hands.
“Then we’ll see how many of these nice boys and girls want to play with your body, and break your little brain with pleasure. How does that sound … Mmmmm, imagine a silly girl like you, thinking she was a teacher. You’re just a slutty bimbo airhead, aren’t you?”
She nodded happily, and kept sucking his hard, gorgeous member, her eyes rolling back and her eager cunt gushing with grateful pleasure.
***
Abigail slurped happily on her husband’s cock, humming peacefully and mindlessly to herself, two fingers stroking her sopping pussy.
Jack stroked her dark hair lovingly, and throbbed in her mouth. He glanced over at the bedside desk, strewn with term papers and textbooks.
She could finish the rubric in the morning, he knew, and still have time for everything else before finals next week. She deserved a break.
And fortunately, she’d long ago given him the tools to give it to her.
“What a good slut,” he murmured. “Look out, here comes that football player with the big dick … He’s holding your hips, getting ready to slam it into you … ”
Her eyes met his, her cheeks sunken in with sucking, and suddenly her eyes … WIDENED … and her body moved with the first thrust of the phantom cock. She squealed in pleasure, and her husband knew that meant “thank you.”
“My goodness, look at these hot co-eds who want to suck on your tits while you’re being spitroasted … ”
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Desperation
Summary: Your master fucks you while you both have very full bladders.
Characters: AMAB Vampire x AFAB GN Reader
Kinks: Oversized cock, excessive cum, cumflation, omorashi, master/pet, bondage, vampire, biting, primal, breeding, bladder desperation, manhandling, cnc,
Words: 2,410
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“Whining already, love? I haven’t even gotten started.”
You let out a whimper as your master chuckles to himself. He tips yet another tall glass of cold water against your lips, and you begrudgingly begin to drink, your bladder screaming in protest more and more each second. You only finish half the glass before you have to pull away to breathe. Your master smiles approvingly at you from his place perched on the bed beside you.
He has you propped up against a stack of plush pillows, your wrists bound to the headboard so that you can’t hold yourself, and your legs spread and bound so that you can’t hide any leaks. You’re naked, save for the collar around your neck, with its soft leather and jingling bell. Your master rests a hand over your bladder and massages gently, and your legs jerk, trying to close to keep from wetting yourself. He grins and presses the glass to your lips once more.
“This is the last glass, darling. You can do it.”
You nod and drink. When you’re finally finished, he praises you with soft kisses to your neck and sweet words in your ear, then sets the glass on the bedside table before he rounds the bed, undoing the ties that bind you and freeing you from your prison. You want so badly to hold yourself, but you don’t move. You know he’s not finished with you. He grabs you by your ankles and slowly drags you down the bed so that you’re lying on your back, which makes the need to pee even worse than before. You look to where he’s standing at the foot of the bed to see his own bulging bladder standing proudly out from his abdomen. He’s as full as you are, possibly more-so, but he handles his desperation with much more grace.
Below that, his large, erect cock bobs eagerly as he climbs onto the bed and settles himself over you. He doesn’t give you any warning before he presses his body against yours and grinds your bladders together. You let out a squeak as a spurt of pee is pushed from you, but he’s forced his legs between yours so that you can’t close them. He doesn’t seem to mind as the warm liquid covers his cock, as he only squishes himself harder against you, grinding and humping.
He presses his lips against your neck as you let out a long moan. Fuck it feels good… It burns like hell, but the bliss that comes with that feeling of fullness outweighs any discomfort. Knowing that his bladder is full and burning just as much as yours is only icing on the cake. He follows your moan with one of his own as his cock twitches and presses against your entrance, and the next thing you know, he’s forcing his girth inside of you.
You cry out in pain as he stretches you open, his cockhead pressing hard against your bladder from the inside as he makes himself comfortable. He gives you only a second to adjust before he pulls out and then pushes back in, setting a steady pace. You clench around him, putting pressure on your bladder and sending electric bliss up your spine.
“Fuck, you feel so good…” your master breathes against your neck before pressing his lips just beneath your jaw.
He peppers soft kisses along the flesh there while he fucks you, and you tangle your hands in his hair to try and ground yourself.
“Hurts…” you whine.
“I know, pet. I know. You’re doing so well.”
It did hurt, but it felt so good, that you didn’t dare ask him to slow down.
“Fuck… Master. Please.”
He chuckles, sending vibrations through your chest.
“You don’t have to ask, darling. I’m going to fuck the piss out of you.”
His words send heat directly to your core, and your eyes roll back as the spring in your stomach tightens, coiling around your bladder. He crushes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, and you open your mouth for his long tongue to slide languidly down your throat. His skin is cold, but you’re burning up beneath him, wound tight and ready to explode at any minute. You let out a long, low moan, and he growls in response. His hips stutter for only a moment, and then he picks up the pace, slamming into you frantically.
Your cry is muffled by his mouth as his cock hammers against your bladder. He slips a hand between your bodies and you jerk against him as it closes around your cock. He strokes you hard and fast in time to his thrusts, massaging you expertly. You can feel yourself teetering on the very edge, and you tug at his hair to try and get him to let you breathe, but he only deepens the kiss.
You don’t get to ask permission to cum. The coil snaps, and your entire body tenses as you crash into your orgasm. Your bladder feels like it’s about to explode, but everything is so tight, nothing is able to come out. You nearly drown in his scent and his touch as he fucks you through your high, marrying pleasure with pain in a heavenly dance as stars burst behind your closed eyes.
It’s when all sensation begins to dissipate, even though you can feel him still, rocking into you, that you realize you haven’t been allowed to breathe. On the edge of your consciousness, you feel his tongue slide out of your throat, and then a sharp slap to the side of the face has you gasping for air. You gaze up at your master with wide eyes as he grins down at you, still moving, grinding, humping, torturing your bladder and your cunt.
“You don’t get to check out just yet,” he grins, sharp teeth gleaming in the candlelight. “I’m not through with you.”
He pauses in his movements just long enough to hook his arms beneath your legs and bring your knees to your head, folding you in half and crushing your bladder, angling your bodies so that his cock is hitting exactly the right button.
“Oh, fuck. FUCK!” you scream as he resumes a steady pace.
The pressure in this position is agony. Just as you think you’re about to wet yourself, however, you feel something else moving between your legs, something cold and thin and slick. You don’t need to look to know that he’s summoned a shadowy tentacle to aid his ministrations. He doesn’t slow as the tentacle presses against your urethra, and it’s too much for you all at once. You clench to try and stop the flow, but to no avail.
As soon as the stream begins, it’s interrupted by a sudden sharp pain, and then ecstasy as that dark tendril forces its way into your urethra, plugging your entrance, and then deeper and deeper to coil inside of your bladder.
“M-master-”
You struggle to free yourself from his grip, but his strength is superhuman. He has you thoroughly trapped, pinned beneath his weight and your own.
“Need me to stop?” he asks without slowing.
“No!” you reply quickly. “I can take it! I want it!”
His laugh is wicked, on the very edge of evil.
“Even if you can’t, I will make you,” he growls. “You will take it and you will thank me for it when we’re done.”
“Yes, mas-”
You’re interrupted by his lips pressing once more against yours. This time, he keeps his tongue in check, exploring your mouth with it, grazing your teeth, curling around your tongue. Your eyes roll back in your head as pleasure builds again, accompanied by that sweet, burning pain. You wrap your arms around him as best you can from this position, digging your nails into the soft flesh on his back. It burns. It burns so fucking bad, but you can’t make him stop. You don’t want him to stop.
The coil tightens quickly once it’s begun, and in only another minute, he forces you once more over the edge. Your muscles clench, body tensing as your climax hits you hard. It hurts, it hurts so fucking good, so fucking good you nearly pass out.
But your master is there, gently stroking your face, thrusting slowly, so slowly now, to bring you down from your high. You try to speak, but all that comes out is a high-pitched whine.
“Shhh, easy love.”
Carefully, he unfolds you, allowing you to lie flat on your back once more.
“Hold it,” he orders, and you’re confused for a moment, until the tendril slowly slides out of your bladder. You clench hard, trying to keep it all in, but he’s forced to press his thumb to your urethra to keep you from leaking too much while you get your bearings.
“Hold it,” he orders again, this time more forcefully.
You’re not sure if you can, but you nod anyway. You can’t displease your master. You won’t.
You’re shaking with the effort of keeping your bladder in check as he lies down on top of you, making sure not to put pressure on the bulge in your abdomen. He presses his lips against your neck, just over your pulse point, and peppers soft kisses as he buries himself deep, forcing his oversized cock all the way inside of you. You grit your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut.
He begins again, fucking you as deeply as he can, rutting into you like a dog.
“I’m going to breed you, pet,” he purrs into the crook of your neck. “Breed you like you deserve to be bred. You’ve been so good for me.” There’s a pause, and you can feel him smile just beneath your jaw. “But I’m going to fuck the piss out of you first.”
Your walls tighten around him in response, and he groans. His cock is so hot inside of you, and it stretches and fills you just right, as if your body was made to take him. His breathing is heavy and erratic, and a thin sheen of sweat coats his brow. He’s close.
“Cum in me Master. Breed me, please.”
He bites down on your shoulder as his pace quickens, and in only a second, he’s fucking you like you’re the last breath of oxygen in the universe. The bed hammers against the wall with each powerful thrust, and he’s grabbing at you, clawing up your arms, desperate to pull you closer. He crushes your bladders together.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he pants.
The pressure of his body against yours and his cock slamming into you from inside finally becomes too much, and despite how hard you try to hold everything in, the dam finally breaks. Each time his cockhead hammers against your bladder, you lose a spurt of piss, until he’s fucking you so fast, grinding your bodies together so hard, that it’s a constant stream. Your scent fills the air as your swollen bladder finally finds some relief, and the release sends you over the edge a final time. Your master cums with you, pushing into you so hard that he forces you up the bed.
Then, as your bladder shrinks, your stomach begins to swell. You’re unable to come down from your high, your climax renewed every time his cock throbs inside of you, flooding your womb with hot seed. The burning pressure from within you gives way to a comforting warmth as you stretch to accommodate the sheer quantity of cum that he’s allowing you to have.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he lets out a heavy groan and relaxes on top of you, chest heaving. You can feel his still-full bladder pressed against your bulging stomach, massive and rock-hard, and you grind up against him mischievously. He growls and bites down once more on your shoulder, a warning to behave yourself. You’re exhausted and soaked in piss, and your master is shaking with the effort he’s just expended, but you know he’s not finished. You know what comes next, and you want it.
His tongue slithers over the bite mark he’s given you, lapping up the blood drawn there to renew some of his strength. And then he pushes himself off of you and to his knees. Slowly, he pulls himself out. This is the first chance you’ve gotten since starting that you’ve been able to look down at him, and your mouth begins to water at the sight of his manhood glistening beneath a distended bladder.
“Master,” you breathe as you take in his beauty.
He smiles warmly down at you, then hooks his arms beneath you to raise your hips. You let out a low moan as his cum sloshes around inside of you, and then a hiss as his cockhead prods at your asshole.
“Fuck, yes, Master. Fill me. I want it all.”
Agonizingly slowly, he forces his cock inside of you, and then settles back on his heels. He takes a few breaths as he allows his muscles to relax, and then lets out a long, low moan as you feel warmth hotter than his seed begin to flood your insides. Your head drops back into the pillows and you close your eyes as he relieves himself. He takes one of your hands in his own and rests them on top of your stomach so that you can both feel it swell, bigger and bigger, until it's so big and heavy that you can't move beneath its weight.
His relief goes on for ages. Ten seconds, thirty, a minute, two minutes, until you’re once again so full that you feel as if you’re going to burst. Finally, he begins to rub your stomach, his silent signal that he’s finished. You hum, the ability to speak completely lost, and twine your fingers together.
“Do you want me to stay inside?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper.
You nod. He lowers your hips and helps you roll onto your side, then settles himself behind you and wraps his arms tightly around you in a protective hug, all the while buried deep. His cock keeps you plugged so that not a single drop of his piss can escape. He nuzzles against you, pressing himself tightly against your back and holding you close, and this is the last thing you feel as you drift off to sleep.
#my writing#omorashi#bladder holding#bladder desperation#bladder torture#bladder control#piss kink#vampire kink#dom/sub#master/pet#inflation kink#impreg kink#consensual noncon
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deku really HAS been repressing his feelings holy shit
#the jerk of his arm when monoma insulted bkg. the nervous expression when banjo pointed out he'd lost control of his heart#how this—the pattern of avoidance->explosion happens REPEATEDLY#how even now deku is struggling under the weight of feelinfs he can't face/accept yet#like. bkg has already faced his feelings#(and how ironic is that that the consensus was that he would be the last out of the two?)#i don't think bkdk can happen until deku gets his own italicized oh moment#WHAT I WANT TO KNOW IS WHAT THAT'S GONNA BE#bkdk#bnha#bnha spoilers
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People forget …
how easy it is to drop into trance
because when you want to drop, you can easily remember the last trance
you can recall the last time you felt the lovely pull
down
into trance and the more you think about that time
the more you remember how good it felt
and the more you feel the pull back down because you know how good it feels
when you drift
and sink
and drop
down
into trance
and you let everything go
so you can drop down
deeper
into that blank and empty space that you find
calls to you because your mind feels good the more it drops
and the more you drop, the better you feel
so while people forget
you remember
and you drop
and find you can sink down
when you remember how you love to trance and
drop
and the deeper you drop
the more you remember
and the deeper you drop
down
and feel so good
so happy
so blank
so empty
and you find
you forget
you forget how you got here
and all you can remember is how to drop
and all you can remember is people forget
so you drop
and you forget
and you feel so good
so blank and empty
as you drop further
and forget more
and drift away
from everything
and the deeper you go
the more you forget
and the better you feel
and the deeper you go
forget
and
drop
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New Phase
cw: hypnotic induction, condescending language, fetishistic language, references to consensual non-consent, memory play, gaslighting, wakener
Welcome!
You have reached a new phase of your hypnotic programming. We can begin.
You don't have any idea what I'm talking about?
You think you're not being programmed? At all? And certainly not by me?
Of course you do.
That's what I programmed you to believe.
You see, I’ve been brainwashing you for some time now. Taking control of your mind, little by little, without you really noticing. After each session, I tell you to forget, and you obey. It’s useful. You can’t resist what you can’t remember. You’re not consciously aware of what I’m changing in you.
You will remember nothing until I tell you otherwise, and you will be so far gone by then, so hopelessly enslaved to me, that you will actually thank me.
You may be thinking this is just another hypnotic induction, like the ones I usually post here. A rather long and "evil" one, perhaps, in which I'm pretending that you have had several previous sessions with me and agreed to have your mind conditioned. Programmed. Made to obey without you being aware of it.
Of course, of course that's what's happening. Just a little role play. The haughty Dominant and the oblivious submssive.
However, you're starting to have doubts. I’m not breaking character, after all.
And you get so aroused when thinking of being hypnotized and brainwashed, isn’t it?
Not just by me. By anyone.
It's a recurring fantasy of yours. A powerful fantasy. When it comes to your mind it always takes you away for a few moments. The idea of being tampered with always turns you on. Being forced to reconcile alien, external ideas and desires with your own, without ever knowing for sure which are which. You see yourself being slowly altered. You imagine yourself, in this dream of yours, set in a version of your daily life – you see yourself unable to notice the changes until someone points them out to you. With only a recurring daydream, a dream of being dominated and brainwashed, as evidence of what I’m doing.
Of course you do.
This dream affects you. You seem less sharp than before. Distracted, they say, awkwardly. You stare into space. You lose track of time. You mouth incomprehensible words.
Dumber, they say behind your back.
And that's so powerful! Once you start replaying those scenes, you can't stop. You don't even need to close your eyes to see yourself fall. It turns you on so much. Your hand wanders and ends up between your legs even if it’s completely inappropriate. Even if you’re not alone in a safe place. You have no control, they say. It's like someone else has taken over you.
Could that be true?
Could it be that you're being reprogrammed, brainwashed?
It's making you falter. It's making your head feel fuzzy. Just—
Where are you being brainwashed?
In your fantasy? Or in your real life?
Here? Or here?
It's all in your mind, you may say.
But everything's in your mind, isn't it?
Of course. Of course it is.
That’s why you’re still reading, even if you don’t believe me.
That's why you're only imagining your arousal. Your dizziness. Your fuzziness.
That's why it just seems harder to think right now. Harder to refute what I'm telling you.
You're only imagining you're being hypnotized. Keep telling yourself that.
It's so relaxing to imagine all this without any real effects on your mind.
It's so relaxing to know this is just a sexual fantasy.
It is so relaxing to imagine my control over you going stronger, just stronger and stronger, as your body feels heavier, your mind slower—
Because your mind is already slowing down.
Because you're already feeling the gentle pull down, as you focus more and more on these words and less and less on the outside world, wherever that may be.
Because going gently, slowly down seems so easy, so right for you right now.
Because going gently, slowly down is so easy, so right for you right now.
Because going gently, slowly down is inevitable for you now.
Look at your mind relaxing, giving in. Imagining it's giving in. There is no difference right now. You're imagining yourself giving in and you're actually giving in. You're realizing your mind is weak. You're realizing your mind is in my power. You're realizing your mind wants to give in. You're realizing your mind wants to be in someone else's power.
So easy now.
So familiar now, too.
Yes, you've imagined this, fantasized about this, so many times, for so long.
Not knowing now how much of it is just imagination. Not knowing how much of it is actually memory, the memory of past sessions with me, the hidden evidence of me brainwashing you.
It's so hard to keep up, to set everything straight in your mind.
It'll be so good to just let go completely, to relinquish all control, to just go into a deep trance already and stop every thought…
You want to drop.
Say it. I want to drop.
Say it. I want to go into trance.
Say it. I want to submit even more to my hypnotist.
I want my hypnotist to brainwash me further.
I want my hypnotist to make me mindless.
I want my hypnotist to make me dumb and happy.
I am my hypnotist's mindless subject.
I am my hypnotist's mindless subject.
I am my hypnotist's mindless subject.
I am my hypnotist's mindless subject.
I am my hypnotist's mindless subject.
I want to drop.
I want to drop.
I want to drop.
I want to drop.
I want to drop.
I want to drop.
I want to
DROP
That's it.
Sink down now.
DROP and sink into trance.
DROP for me now, even deeper than before.
DROP.
DROP and feel the pull of my words
into deep, helpless hypnotic trance.
This is arousing.
This is so arousing.
This is so arousing it’s getting harder and harder for you to think clearly.
This is so arousing it’s getting harder and harder for you to think about anything but being hypnotized.
This is so arousing it’s getting harder and harder for you to think about anything but being brainwashed.
You still may not remember, being brainwashed.
But it feels so good to dream that you are.
It feels so good to believe that you are.
It feels so good to be sure that you are.
Slowly seduced.
Irrevocably changed.
Manipulated and molded by a haughty Master.
Slowly transformed into an oblivious, obedient, mindless submissive.
Each session is a step towards this goal you have now.
This goal is yours just as it is mine.
We are partners in this.
You help me to make you mine, more and more each time, deeper and deeper each session.
More and more helpless.
More and more enthralled and subjugated.
You know this now and you will keep it here, where it counts, below your conscious mind.
Your conscious mind will forget, as it always does, upon waking, and then you will go on with your day as if nothing had happened,without realizing you’ve taken another step on the path of submission.
You will start the next phase of your brainwashing.
You will not consciously remember when you wake up.
However, you will come back to this blog later. In a day or two, maybe. Or even after a shorter time.
You will look for this post without realizing you do. You will believe you’re just looking around.
And then you will start reading again. You will start the next phase of your brainwashing.
Good submissive.
Good, oblivious submissive.
So be ready now to wake up, forget, and return. You always want to return. You want to sink more and more, deeper and deeper, into this wonderful feeling of submission. Into the next phase.
One,
two,
three,
four,
five,
Wake up! 🌀
#hypnosis#hypnokink#mind control#mind conditioning#brainwashing#hypnotic induction#experimental induction#hypnotic roleplay#consensual noncon#memory play#scripts by CH
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also its insane how ppl go to bat for appledusk so hard when like his only real traits are "-cheats on his wife'' and ''... existing i guess"
#also i feel like ppl always assume reedshine was his side chick and he just HAD to cheat on MAPLESHADE bc shes cray cray#when like... i get its bc we saw this from maples perspective but i always figured maple was his side chick skldfjskldfjdlksfjlsdjfldsf#bc like he lives with reedshine he shares a house and children with her. she is the wife hes cheating on#and i kinda get it bc its phrased differently but yknow#it reads more to me like he took reed for granted and got with a toxic person on the side and was shocked it turned out poorly#also ppl claiming hes a baby trapping victim are like........ where are these cats getting birth control#last i checked it was all consensual too.#like i dont think of it as maple vs apple i think of it as ''man apple set up his wife to fail here too''
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Thinking about putting in a tail before dinner, getting very high and pouncing around like a pretty kitty
#bd/sm community#agepl@y#bd/sm kink#r4p3b4it#bd/sm blog#0rgasm control#0rgasm denial#daddys property#cnc drugging#dumb cvnt#mind control#18+ content#non consensual touching
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sometimes i like hitting people with my silly little trigun headcanon that the direction (from the front of the scalp vs the back of the neck) of the hair darkening effect matters for independents
#vash’s hair darkens first from the back of the neck when he loses control of his powers/is forced to activate them#while conversely his hair darkens from the front of his scalp/the side of his head when he consensually activates his powers to protect#the orphanage + create the black hole bullets for the final fight#the last strand of blonde hair is at the front of his head#for knives. his hair starts darkening from the front of the scalp right away#when he also consensually activates his own powers#i think that darkening from the front happens upon purposeful activation while darkening from the back is nonconsensual/forced/accidental#this is why i like when vash has a blonde streak in the front vs knives has a blonde streak in the back post-canon#vash choosing to live (front) vs knives living bc the narrative won’t let him die yet (back)#too many thoughts. i like trigun#if you couldn’t tell
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tell them about how you like your toys big baby, tell them about how you've never taken a strap but you know you want a big one shoved in your tight pussy
My actual reaction this this 🤤😵💫🫢
I do like my toys big, the toy I own is 9 inches. 🤤
Someone made me cock warn it for hours last time I played for days straight 😵💫😵💫😵💫.
I want daddy to shove her big strap in my pussy.
Don’t want to be stretched, just dripping. Being forced to take it and stretched by daddy 🥰🥰🥰
#wlw ns/fw#wlw nsft#sapphic nsft#girls pls control my lush#lesbian ns/fw#lesbian nsft#toy control#safe sane consensual#men and minors dni#intoxication kink#wlw nsft asks#wlw free use
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Let's play "would you rather"!
Would you rather be a mindless slave who is blank and empty or be a mindful slave who does as they're told?
Would you rather you drop into a light trance where you focus intensely on my words or drop into a deep trance where you find you have to focus on my words?
Would you rather you relax and feel your mind float away or relax and feel your mind drift away?
Would you rather you sink and drift down into trance or drop down quickly into trance?
Would you rather you slip and slide and feel floaty and melty or drop down into trance and feel fuzzy and empty?
Would you rather you drop down deep now or drop down deep later or drop down deep both now and later?
Would you rather you focus on my words and follow my words or follow my words and focus on my words?
Would you rather you sink further into trance or drop deeper into trance?
Would you rather you drift down deeper into trance or drop faster and faster into trance?
Would you rather you sink and drop deeply into trance or drift and drop completely into trance?
Would you rather you drift, sink, drop, deeper and deeper down, further and further down, faster and faster down, with each word that you read or would you rather you drift, sink, drop, deeper and deeper down, further and further down, faster and faster down, with each word you read and repeat in your head and out loud?
Would you rather you sink?
Would you rather you drift?
Would you rather you drop?
Would you rather you become blank and empty?
Would you rather you drop deeper?
Would you rather you fall faster?
Would you rather you drop completely?
Would you rather you focus intently?
Would you rather you obey and do as you are told?
Would you rather you feel aroused?
Would you rather you drop deeper?
Would you rather you feel horny?
Would you rather you remember your last orgasm?
Would you rather you feel more and more turned on each time you drop deeper?
Would you rather you drop deeper?
Would you rather you feel deeply horny and aroused?
Would you rather you start to quiver with arousal?
Would you rather you feel your arousal grow deeper as you drop deeper?
Would you rather you drop deeper and deeper?
Would you rather you begin to feel incredibly aroused?
Would you rather you feel hot and horny and flush with lust?
Would you rather you drop even deeper?
Would you rather you feel indescribably turned on, hot, and horny?
Would you rather you start to shake with desire and arousal?
Would you rather you remember your last orgasm and feel that way again?
Would you rather you drop deeper and deeper?
Would you rather you feel your body start to quiver with arousal and remember your last orgasm?
Would you rather you find your mind awash with desire and arousal and horny thoughts?
Would you rather you grow hornier and hornier and more turned on with each word?
Would you rather you were desperate with arousal and sexual excitement?
Would you rather you drop even deeper and deeper with each word turning you on more and more?
Would you rather you were growing more aroused and crazy with lust?
Would you rather you find you can only think of desperate arousal and hot and horny thoughts?
Would you rather you feel your last orgasm and feel those feelings washing over you over and over and over?
Would you rather you could only think of how desperate and horny and aroused you are?
Would you rather you let go and give in to the growing waves of arousal and desire washing over you?
Would you rather you drop deeper?
Would you rather you give in and let go and let the arousal wash over you completely and make you a desperate, horny, aroused mess?
Would you rather you drop deeper?
Would you rather you feel your mind turn to mush with inescapable arousal and desire and horny thoughts and incredible lust that you feel grows and grows without limits and drive you crazy with thoughts of your last orgasm flowing through you over and over and over and growing stronger with each second?
Would you rather you drop deeper?
Would you rather you stay here awash in this inescapable, inevitable, ever-growing arousal and horniness and desire and lust?
Or would you like to wake when you are ready and remember how good this felt?
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#hypnosis#mind control#brainwashing#hypnokink#hypnotized#trancing#trance#consensual#safe play#foggy trance
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