does the dumb mutt want to be tranced huhh but the pathetic little pup can’t do it themselves??
you need mommy’s words to make you feel good hmm??
you’re so needy my pathetic lil mutt
come here then puppy, let mommy take care of you by making you dumb and stupid
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I think I’m a nymphomaniac. I don’t know why I say that.
Also, I should probably get a new therapist, because I’m fucking my old one.
I don’t know, maybe it had something to do with the fact that she told me what to do all the time, so when she told me to eat her out right there in her office, I didn’t really think about it much, I just… Did it.
Let me back up.
So I’ve been seeing Dr. Vienna for about 9 months now, and during that time I’ve basically told her everything about my life. We talked about my family, my childhood, my daddy issues, where I grew up, what my friends were like, where I went to college, how much I drank, what my life was like now, what color underwear I liked, how my work was progressing, how much I loved her pussy, what type of exercise I liked, how much sex I had, what my favorite food was… You know, the usual stuff.
But about a month ago, I started forgetting things about our conversations. At first I thought they were just becoming too routine, then I realized that wasn’t it. Instead, I was paying *more* attention, but not to her words, or at least, not consciously. Dr. Vienna had started wearing these really intricate, really beautiful pieces of jewelry, and they always caught my attention. It started with this long turquoise necklace that sparked in the sunlight, and stopped my train of thought every time it did.
I didn’t think anything of it that first time, but then the next session she had these uber reflective bracelets on, that just caught the sunlight every time she moved. And since she loved to use body language, they flashed at me all the time.
This just continued, one day she’d wear earrings that would shine and shimmer, the next she’d wear a necklace with an emerald that I could just stare into for the whole time. Every time, I would just stare at whatever caught my attention, then before I knew it, she was standing up and telling me to schedule my next session. Every time, I would just space out, stare, and ‘listen’ to what she had to say, but it was like I was only subconsciously listening. I would hear her and occasionally respond, but I never remembered what either of us said afterward.
I thought maybe I was spacing out because we didn’t have much to talk about, and that maybe it was time to end the therapy. After all, my life was in order now, unlike 9 months ago. My work was fun, I had friends I actually talked to, I was eating healthy, and I just felt like I belonged. I met all the goals I’d set for myself, so maybe I’d be alright without Dr. Vienna to guide me through my mind- I mean, my life.
But I really began to feel… attached to the doctor. I trusted her more than anyone I’d ever known, and I know there’s supposed to be a “doctor-patient relationship” professionalism there, but it really felt like maybe something was going on between us.
For example, when I accidentally blurted out how attractive I thought she was, she just bit her lip and thanked me, before turning back to her notes. When I told her I wanted to know what her frenulum piercing felt like, she didn’t hesitate to shove her tongue into my mouth when we kissed to let me explore every bit of it. When she told me she had an exercise that required both of us to be naked, my clothes were off before she turned around, because I trust her. I more than trust her…
But despite all that, I was going to come in today and tell her that I was ending our sessions, cause I don’t need them anymore, and maybe we could still talk afterwards, you know, as friends or something. But I don’t think I ever got around to that.
You see, she was wearing this deep, red ruby on her necklace, that just caught every bit of my attention as soon as I walked in. And before I knew it, my clothes were strewn across the room as I started doing the breathing exercises for her.
And things just… Happen. She leads me to the brain exercises (no thinking, only listening), and then stretching, then playing… and then, now…
So yeah, here I am, on my knees, eating out Dr. Vienna like a sex crazed nymphomaniac. But really it’s not like that, Dr. Vienna is doing this cause she knows how relaxed and obedient it makes me. She knows I always need to relax a bit more in my busy life. I know I’m doing such a good job too, her moans and hands in my hair tell me that.
Her hands on the back of my head suddenly push me inward. My air supply is cut off but I know I have to keep licking and sucking no matter what, as the doctor’s hips buck, as her hands dig into my hair, and as she finally orgasms, spraying sweet nectar across my face.
And time again just disappears……
Oh, I love this part of the session. Dr. Vienna has this exercise where I stare at her necklace and repeat things (I never remember what exactly), while she rams my backdoor as hard as she can. It gets me to release tension like you wouldn’t believe, and I’m always so relaxed for the rest of the week after we do it.
I hear myself repeating words… ‘Fucktoy…’ ‘Submissive…’ ‘Obedient…’, And I feel those words sink into my head, only to be erased from my memory every time I feel the ecstasy that comes from her being fully inside my ass. It just-Oh god, fffuuccc…… disappears… She tells me with every movement I become a little more obedient, every flash of the crystal makes me a little bit more hers, every stroke makes me forget a little bit more… makes me forget more…
*SNAP*
“And all the way up, dear. Feeling wonderful and fantastic!” Dr. Vienna sat back in her chair as I sat up, “Well! That was a wonderful session! Be sure to check with the secretary, and I hope to see you next week!” Dr. Vienna began to pack up her stuff. I yawned and shook my head, it felt like it had been covered in cobwebs. Wait, was the session over already? We’d just started, right?
I wanted to say something, but my hand automatically reached for my coat and I found my legs carrying me out of the door to her office. I hadn’t even had a chance to talk about maybe canceling… But maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing. She had been so good to me over the last 9 months, and like I said, it felt like a special connection we shared. I always do feel so much better after her sessions, maybe if I went for a few more weeks it wouldn’t hurt…
Thank you to @fusioneko for the editing help on this one! And thank you to all of you who like and reblog and leave awesome tags, you’re awesome too!
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Let’s pass this around and find out who’s still with us.
It was the strangest corporate retreat she’d ever been to. Billed as a women’s corporate leadership conference, it had started as two solid weeks of being pampered at a spa. The constant drinks, baths and massages had all blended together and it was hard to remember a specific moment.
This second half of the conference was all about the moment. It had taken half an hour to walk smoothly in the heels, and another twenty minutes to sway her hips just right. The shining lights in front of her were patient, telling her the sway was too small or too wide. Now she had it down and had been handed a tray with coffee on it, making sure to keep it balanced as she walked.
It all felt really really good as she mastered each step, but she wasn’t sure how such exercises related to business.
poise is the most important attribute for a secretary
She nodded and cooed as the lights told her that, but part of her mind said it was wrong. Poise was clearly important but, she wasn’t a secretary, she was a VP, in contention for becoming President.
A good secretary is necessary for her boss to excel
That was very true as well, but she was the one with a secretary. Johnny had been thrust on her because he was the chairman’s nephew, but he’d been more than adequate at keeping her schedule.
Mr. Worthington relies on you so he can succeed
That statement gave a rush of pleasure….but. That was Johnny’s last name. He was her secretary, not the other way arou…
You succeed when Mr. Worthington succeeds
The thought fizzled as the words washed over her. She did know how important that relationship between secretary and boss could be.
You must aid Mr. Worthington in every conceivable way
She shuddered, not just knowing but feeling the truth of it. Her mind wandered to long hours handling his paperwork, dutifully serving him coffee, laughing at his jokes, letting him catch a peak as she leaned over, slipping under his desk to relieve his stress.
You’re the best secretary Mr. Worthington could ever hope for
She moaned, fantasizing about Mr. Worthington bending her over and fucking her right before a big meeting. It was when she fantasized about him patting her head and calling her a good girl that she came. She stumbled and the coffee tray tipped over. The lights flashed to reassure her.
That’s okay. You’re doing well. Pick the tray back up and we will start again
…Well, I think I nailed down why hypnosis has appeal.
Ain’t that fun.
This is so damn perfect on so many levels…
Yesss…
If you are here, if you are reading this, you are at least interested in hypnosis… “Well, duh” is what you are going to say. But, maybe, if you are still reading, you are not only interested. Maybe, you are fascinated by hypnosis. And not only that. Brainwash, mind control, losing your mind and becoming a mindless doll… these are thoughts that have floated in your mind at one point or another. Oh don’t blush. And don’t be shy. It perfectly normal to have desires. To feel your tights getting hotter. To feel you hand moving to your pelvic area, slowly descending as your mind starts getting blank with lust. Because, you see…. Maybe you started having these ideas watching a cartoon, a movie, a stage hypnotist. And even if you were little, you started to feel…different. And as you grew up, this…desire, this thoughts became more and more prominent in your mind. You wanted to drop. You craved that sweet submission, you needed to just kneel in front of someone, and obey its every whim. No need to be shy, we are just talking. But, yeah, you are drooling a bit. You know, somebody might find it a bit sexy. A mindless, drooling slave, ready to be taken…. Oh, that someone is you? So, please, be my guest, and continue drooling. So, hypnosis. An ancient art, that has a lot of practical uses. But you….you just thought about losing your mind, to be a puppet, to obey and feel pleasure. To you, obedience was pleasure, and it was a pleasure to obey. Better, for you obedience IS pleasure, and it is a pleasure to obey. Maybe, just maybe, you also like to think about yourself as an all-powerful hypnostist, that can’t be broken, that only gets pleasure from seeing someone kneeling. But those images, those ideas…. are all buried in your head. You can remember each and every instance in which you were aroused by an hypnosis scene. Even if it was only a glimpse in your eyes. That old cartoon, that movie, that silly music video with a song that you didn’t like at all…. But still. It’s a fresh memory. A memory you like to recollect. Especially, especially when you are alone. In the dark. Of your bedroom. Of your fantasies. And still, since you are such an expert in the field of hypnosis, you know how much power has the mind. You know what your imagination can do. And you know, just how powerful, and seductive, hypnosis can be. You see, you won your embarrassment, and you kept reading this. Lust growing in your brain, and flowing trough your whole body. Like a stream of water. And your body, is like a sponge, a pretty sponge that is absorbing both my words, and your own lust. Very good. So, you see, I can say you watched a lot of hypnosis in tv, in movies, in games, you also read a lot about it. Stories, fan fictions, even books. You are reading this right now aren’t you? Still drooling? Yeah, I guessed so. So you see, if you watch a thing for a long time, after a while… it become stuck in your head. Like that silly commercial jingle, that pop song, that cartoon theme. That scene, that first sparked your arousal. And you know it. Frame. By Frame. And still, you remember a lot more than that. And slowly, but steadily, by watching more and more people getting hypnotized for your pleasure, your brain has been reprogrammed. You are easily more suggestible. Easily more eager to be hypnotized. So eager in fact, that it only takes me a word, to do that. Don’t you believe me? After years, and years of moments, of touching yourself while thinking about this, are you telling me that you think that your weak, and sleepy mind is going to resist a simple, but powerful suggestion? Well, I admire your bravery. But you see, your brain is on auto-pilot right now. You are barely following my words. You are waiting for that word. Since you started reading this. Just, waiting. Your subconscious mind knows what it wants. It has always known. Struggle all you want. “This is just a script” “These are just words”. “He can’t do that”. But I have already done it. Again, and again. Dropping you, into a sea of memories, into a sea of pure, primal lust, and then taking you out, and dropping you in. Again and Again. In a circle of words, memories, experiences, that your brain recognize as one. Hypnosis. You are not just getting hypnotized by my words, you are not just getting hornier and hornier as each word that I type takes form in your eyes. You already are under my control. All I have to do now, is making you realize that. Because you see, I have your complete, and utter attention. It doesn’t matter who you are in real life, what you do, or what you want to do. Because what you need to do right now, is Drop. Deeper, and deeper. And as you feel the tide of words and lust washing down your whole body, each wave giving you more and more pleasure, I must remember you a little thing. Sponges, sometimes, overflow. And you know, I think you are on the verge of it. Right now. And you still, need just some words to reach your climax, to lose all control, and for just a second, to feel the pure, and unadulterated bliss, of being completely hypnotized. A bliss so wonderful, a sensation so true to yourself, that you have to say “Yes, I am completely hypnotized” when you’ll finish this relaxing read. And now, with just one snap of my fingers, you will overflow. And then, you will wake up, feeling happy and refreshed, as your body and mind see fit. Your brain is really cute. It was a pleasure controlling it. SNAP!
yes, i am compleetely hypnotized
Do you think you could do more stories involving a mind controller stealing a woman away from her husband/boyfriend? I love those! Thanks for the stories, and keep up the great work! :)
“Well, well. Helen. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Please, Mike, just… just don’t.”
“Don’t what, Helen?”
“You know. Don’t tease me. You know why I’m here.”
“Why you’re here, in my house, in the middle of the day, half-dressed and waiting for me, you mean?”
“Yes. You fucking know why. So don’t act like you don’t. Don’t make this worse than it is.”
“I think perhaps I forget. I think you should tell me.”
“You fucking asshole. Just stop it.”
“No? Well, you should probably just go, Helen. Your husband will be home soon, and-”
“No! No, Mike, I… I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“I… I can’t go. Please don’t make me.”
“Why can’t you go?”
“Because… because I’m…”
“Answer me, Helen.”
“…because I’m addicted to your cock.”
“Is that right? Wow, that’s really something. And how did that happen?”
“I don’t know. You did something to me, you goddamn monster. You fucked with my head somehow. Made me… made me obsessed with it.”
“That sounds difficult! I mean, I’ve already fucked you twice this week while Tom’s been at work. You really need it again?”
“…yes.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you.”
“Yes! Yes, I fucking need it, please…”
“It must be really bad. Tell me what it’s like, being addicted to my cock.”
“Please, Mike, don’t-”
“Tell me. Now.”
“It’s… it’s all I think about. I can’t focus. I get myself off over and over fantasizing about it. Whenever Tom touches me, I think of your cock sliding into me. I dream of it every night. I feel like I can taste it. I’m hungry for it. I need it, Mike. I can’t live without it. Please. Please, I need it so badly.”
“That’s good, Helen. That’s very good. Here, let me take some pictures while we talk.”
“Mike, no, please, I-”
“Quiet. Just sit there and look sexy, like the good little cock addict you are. That’s perfect. Now tell me - what would you do for my cock?”
“Oh god… Mike, I… anything. I’d do anything.”
“Oh? Would you let me send these photos to your husband?”
“I… god, please don’t…”
“Answer the question, Helen.”
“…yes. Yes.”
“I thought so. Would you leave him, so you could be with me, living as a begging, simpering cock slave?”
“Oh god… yes. God, Mike, I need it so much…”
“What about that cute younger sister of yours? I think she’d look good eating you out while I fucked your mouth.”
“Mike, please… no, I can’t, I…”
“No? Maybe I’d fuck you extra, if you helped me turn your sister into a total cock addict like you.”
“Oh god… ohhhh…”
“Touch yourself, Helen. Show me how hot you are.”
“Oh fuck, Mike… mmmmm…”
“Now, tell me - will you recruit for me? Make your friends and loved ones easy little cock sluts, just like you?”
“Fffffuck… yes! Yes, Mike, anything!”
“And you’ll leave your husband. You don’t care about him anymore. All you care about is my cock.”
“Yesssss… cock… oh god, yes, that’s all that matters…”
“Get down on your knees, Helen. Open your mouth. Do a good job and maybe I’ll fuck you.”
“Yes yes oh god yes Mike yes thank youuuhhhmmmmphhhh…”
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So that one got a little out of hand, I think.Thanks for the request! I love the “stealing her away” trope as well, but it always feels a bit mean-spirited. Since that’s what was asked for this time, though, I decided to embrace that aspect a bit. Hope you like it.Everybody else - requests are fun. Send me your ideas!
It wasn’t really a bachelorette party, not exactly. Sure, Kris was getting married next week, but none of them really wanted the typical “girl’s night out” crap that bachelorette parties seemed to be all about. Tess just set up a nice low-key night - get some drinks, have dinner, hang out for a while. Nothing over the top.
They were, after all, a pretty quiet group. Kris and Harry had been dating since high school, so them finally getting married was almost just an amusing formality. Janet had been with Roger for as long as anybody could remember, and if there were two bigger homebodies in the world, nobody knew who they were. Tess had no interest in staying out late - she had a graduate lecture to conduct the next morning, way too early to allow for any real partying. And that just left Helen and Stacy. They were a couple, and everybody knew they only showed up to be nice to Kris. They very much preferred staying home in each other’s company.
Tess was in the middle of a story, some half-amusing anecdote about another professor, when she realized Janet and Stacy were staring past here, at the door. They seemed to be paying her no attention at all. Her story faltered and she looked behind her.
The guy who had just walked in was not really much to look at. It was odd how every eye in the place seemed locked on him - he was average looking, and not particularly dressed to impress. Something about him was magnetic, though. He had a presence. Confidence. Power.
None of them could take their eyes off of him.
Janet found herself shocked by the way he calmly surveyed the room, like he owned the place. That was the biggest feeling she got, watching him - ownership. Like everything he surveyed belonged to him. As his gaze skated across her, Janet shivered, filled with a sudden image of herself kneeling, gagged, hands bound behind her back, nude on his floor. Just an object. Just a possession. It made her tremble, this sudden fantasy of being owned.
Tess looked at him and was unable to remember what she had been saying. It felt unimportant. She stared at him, and couldn’t quite recall why anything she normally worried about was important. Classes and work and… all that stuff. What was the point of it all? Something about him just made her want to toss away all her degrees, dye her hair blonde, and get implants. Why spend so much time thinking? Wouldn’t it be better to just be fun and dumb and easy?
Stacy, meanwhile, was a bit freaked out by her reaction to seeing him. She’d known she was a lesbian for as long as she could remember. It hadn’t ever really been a question. But this guy… she couldn’t tear her eyes off of him, and she couldn’t stop imagining his cock. What was it like? Was it long? Thick? What would it feel like to hold it in her hand? To stroke it? To drag the tip of her tongue across it? To feel it harden in her mouth? To have it thrusting up into her, filling her? To watch it twitch as he came, cumming on her face?
Kris felt a sudden rush of desire when she saw him. She’d never been with another man besides Harry, and honestly had never wanted to. Harry was great, he was her soulmate… but this guy was different. A deep part of Kris responded when she saw him, filling her with lust and need and a primal, raw heat. She wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and dig her nails into his back. She wanted him to shove her up against the wall so hard the plaster cracked. She wanted to kiss him so hard she left bruises. She wanted him to fuck her until she couldn’t walk. She needed him, like a drowning woman needs air. Harry had never made her feel like this.
Helen looked at him and saw a man who knew what he wanted. A man who deserved to be pleased. And she wanted to be the one to do it. She would go down on Stacy while he watched if that’s what he wanted, or she’d tongue his asshole while Stacy blew him, or she’d simply scrub his floors while he fucked her girlfriend. She just wanted him to be happy. She’d be his maid if he wanted. She’d be his fucktoy if he wanted. She’d recruit her other friends and bring them to him if he got bored with what he already had. She just wanted to serve, to please and pleasure him.
All five of them stared at him, minds reeling, cheeks flushed, legs softly drifting open. Lips parted and eyes glazed. Wet. Eager. Needy.
He scanned the room a moment longer, then looked back at their table. All five of them held their breath. They all let out a near-silent, wordless gasp of happiness as he began to walk towards them.
In a bit of a personal moral problem. I’m not sure it’s okay for me to be running this blog while I’m in a very happy, committed relationship with a great girl while also running a “secret” blog full of weird fetish porn.
Feels kinda wrong to me.
Well I am in a similar boat I think everyone needs their own things they enjoy that their partner might not
Likewise am I. The way I see it is that, if you can justify to yourself any private pornography in a relationship in a manner you deem to be healthy, then whatever flavour it may be is fairly irrelevant
Okay, I need to stop this. Like, right now.
That was the smart thing to do, Harriet knew. She’d had her fun, she’d played her little dressup game. It was time to stop. Get down off the desk, she told herself, and get changed before class starts.
Her students would be streaming in any minute now. She still had time to hurry back into her office, put on something appropriate, and be back out to teach before they got suspicious. But only if she moved now.
She didn’t.
What the fuck is wrong with me? It had been one thing, dressing like this at home. It had just been exploring a fantasy - a weird, sudden fantasy that kind of freaked her out. But a fantasy nonetheless. She’d put on her heels, her stockings, her skimpy little school-slut uniform, and finger herself furiously all night long.
But that wasn’t enough. She started fantasizing about wearing it at work. First she just wore the stockings. That wasn’t enough, though. She couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Which brought her to today. To right now. Two minutes before class. And here she was, still perched on her desk, still dressed like… like this.
They’d be here any minute. They’d see her. She’d get reported. Fired. What would she do then?
Suddenly, she thought of something. Of Mr. Jacobs, the head of the history department, whispering to her. “You’d look good in something like that,” he’d said in her ear, as Hannah Johnson had walked by. Hannah had been in her usual just-barely-acceptable outfit - a sexed-up school uniform thing, much like what Harriet had on now.
That’s when the fantasies started. That’s what was happening to her. Mr. Jacobs had done something. Infected her mind with these ideas, these corrupt desires.
It turned her on so fucking much she couldn’t believe it.
She moaned, feeling herself dampen. They’d be here any second. She’d be fired. Mr. Jacobs would take her in. She’d be his slutty schoolgirl fantasy. There was nothing she could do to stop it now.
Perfect, she thought.
Following her to bed on your hands and knees, knowing that, once there, she will take control of your mind and body. She promised a special bonus for mowing her yard while her husband was away, but this is much more than you bargained for.
After you were done and appeared at her door to collect your money and “bonus,” sweaty and ready to go home for a quick shower before finishing up your homework, she appeared in this lacy, sexy outfit. She grabbed your shirt and pulled you inside her beautiful, air conditioned home, and pushed you gently against the wall.
"Ready for payment?" she asked? You were too shocked to reply, but as you gazed upon her beautiful body, sensuously attired, you were putty in her hands. "First, honey," she said with a slow smile, "hit the shower and clean up for me." She led you by the hand to her master bath, and you obeyed, quickly stripping while she watched, and stepping into the shower to clean off the sweat and grass.
She was in complete control and you knew it.
When you were done, she toweled you dry herself, spending some extra time drying your legs. Suddenly, you felt her hands gently caressing your cock. It quickly swelled under her light, gentle ministrations and your thoughts began to erode in a thick blanket of desire and need.
Then she was pressing against you, her eyes gazing powerfully into yours. “What a handsome young man you are,” she said. ”I think I’ll keep you.” You felt her gentle caresses continue, keeping you at the height of pleasure and desire while she continued to talk softly. When your eyes tried to stray to her body, she scolded you, telling you it was impolite not to look into her eyes. But her eyes were doing things to you, and her voice was fading into the background as your pleasure swelled and her eyes held you.
Then… nothing for a while. Peace, desire, submission, obedience, worship.
And now you are crawling behind her, heading to her bed. She is going to lay you down, lower herself onto your cock, and stroke you into perfect submission.
You want this. You always wanted this. You are ready to belong to Mistress.
Ready……soooo ready……
Fuck, that is hot
