That Sounds Like A Lot Of Fun! Kind Of Like That Episode Of Star Trek With The Brainwashing Pleasure

For the 94.8% of people who said yes, here you go<3

(in video form bc my dumbass doesn't know how to upload an audio file)

@soft-edging-kitties

The first official session of the horny hypnotic D&D game is this week! I’m hoping I get the balance between the three elements right, but it’s going to be exciting no matter what!

would you ever post audio here? imagining how wet you get and how much you squirt when you cum… god you’d be my masturbation muse every night of the week if i heard that 😩

Just because I feel like a whore today, enjoy x

Reblog if you wanna be hypnotized by my pretty titties

Flash Fiction

CW: Trance, pleasure, option for orgasm, and wakener

I’ve been thinking a lot about stories lately, and the role they play in forming our personalities, who we essentially are.

Because if you think about it, there’s a few things that stories, especially fiction do for us.

They let us get away from the world, our lives, our responsibilities. They let us relax, and imagine the world as it might be. As it could be. They let us experience things that we may not have the opportunity to experience in our actual lives.

Think about it, you’re just relaxing at home by yourself with a nice cup of your favorite warm beverage, and an excellent story. Safe and cozy as you scroll page after page, losing yourself in some other world. The story seems to come off your reading device and plays out in your head. You can see the characters vividly. Maybe they’re action heroes, saving the day. Maybe they’re adventurers, exploring a new city or country. Maybe they’re repressed Victorian socialites fighting their urges.

Who they are doesn’t really matter. What matters is how they, and their story, make you feel. The adrenaline, the longing, the lust, the hope, the arousal. All of the emotions of the story flowing over and through you.

Those feelings stay in you long after reading. You can think back fondly and rekindle them deep inside of you. And the stronger the feeling, the easier it is to do that.

And it’s even easier with erotic stories. Erotic stories invoke so many emotions, feelings, sensations. Even just thinking about them your heart races, the heat builds, your hands twitch, wanting to repeat the touches and caresses you felt the first time you read that story that impacted you so deeply.

Go ahead. Think about that story and touch yourself, giving in to the memories. Which character did you identify with? Did you watch their eyes gloss over with arousal, or were you staring through their eyes, losing yourself in what they were seeing as your own eyes grew cloudy and blank?

Was it brainwashing or mind control? For you it was. You can’t help but follow the story, feel what the characters experience. The fingers on your skin, the brush of someone’s lips on yours. The building of heat and arousal. The loss of control.

You can’t help it now, you’re enthralled by the story, unable to break free of it until it reaches its conclusion. Cresting waves of pleasure and heat coursing through you, guiding you through the story. The story is a part of you. Guiding you, leading you, molding you. Are you the character now? Or is the character you? Can you tell? Does it matter?

As you reach the climax of the story, and maybe a climax of your own, perhaps a realization will come to you. Perhaps that story from your mind will embed itself more deeply into you. Perhaps the story will become a part of you. Perhaps the story will lead you to act it out with a partner. Or perhaps it will stay safely within your mind, waiting for you to call on it again.

And again.

And again.

And if you’ve found yourself enthralled by these words, and you’re ready to wake up, go ahead and count yourself awake.

But remember the stories, and how they affect you.

All of the colors, swirling and spiraling together, undulating and pulsing as they shift, transforming and flowing into each other: I’d hypnotize you

See what your followers think of you.

Black: I would date you.

Green: I think you’re cute.

Blue: You are my tumblr crush.

Grey: I wish you would notice me.

Purple: I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.

Teal: We have a lot in common.

Yellow: FUCK ME, LET’S FUCK.

Orange: I don’t like your blog.

Brown: I don’t like you.

Pink: I think you are unattractive.

Red: I hate you with a burning passion.

White: Marry me.

That’s right, just stare. Watch me sway back and forth, no, don’t look away.

You don’t even want to blink, you’re so captivated by my curves. Let your eyes burn my image into your brain, just like my words are.

You’re not even listening anymore, just letting my words sink deep into that soft malleable mind of yours. That’s okay, you don’t need to remember what I say.

You just need to remember that you’re mine, body, mind, and soul.

CW: Covert hypnosis

I always liked to meet my potential nannies in public first. It helped make them feel safe and comfortable with me. After all, who would try anything inappropriate at a coffee shop on a busy street?

Little did @lisasfantasy know that I had carefully curated this particular location. Sitting outside, it was just quiet enough for us to talk, but noisy enough that she had to focus on my words. It was busy enough that the constant stream of people passing by made her feel safe, but they were sporadic enough that she had to remind herself to not get distracted by them.

Of course, I told her it was okay to get distracted. It’s a busy world, and it often rubs on us in different ways, and I would be here for her to focus on. Carefully selecting my words, watching her guard lull, and her eyes begin to glaze over. I realized quickly she wasn’t wearing a bra, but as she relaxed and spread her legs for me her panties peeked out at me and I smiled.

I had hoped she would be susceptible to trance, to my words, but this was beyond my wildest dreams. I watched her panties begin to change color, growing darker from the growing dampness as she began to rub her legs and play with her skirt as she stared into my eyes.

I called for the check as I woke her up, telling her that her coffee would be my treat today.

It was the least I could do for my new nanny.

Exciting Lunch Date

@lisasfantasy is that a promise? ;-)

Adult women who have stuffed animals on their bed have the most fucked up kinks.