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having a good sub is so healing... you mean my wants arent irrelevant?? you mean its okay if i dont want to top you every night???? you mean my boundaries are important???? huh???? whuh???? i get aftercare and affirmations???? whuhbhh??? i dont just have to silently smoke alone in bitter self reflection after every kink session??? huhhh???

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Beth Falls Into the Role

There really wasn't a whole lot left to Beth anymore. She looked up from between Charli's thighs with the eager expression of a fairly bright cocker spaniel, dredging her tongue back and forth between Charli's soft pink pussy lips and occasionally letting out a vacant, bubbly giggle as she licked. Her hazel eyes gleamed with beaming idiocy, a far cry from the grad student and aspiring sociologist Charli first met a year ago, and the splay-legged redhead could tell that her new pet was only days away from being ready to be fitted for a leash and a collar. And honestly, it served her right.

Not that Beth realized how condescending she was being when she dropped by the club Charli stripped at and asked the women who worked there if she could spend a few months documenting their lives for her senior thesis. No, she undoubtedly thought she was doing them all a favor by 'drawing attention to your plight' and 'showing people what you go through every day', as though what Charli went through wasn't getting fistfuls of hundred dollar bills shoved into her underwear by men and women she had wrapped around her little finger with a carefully applied combination of personal magnetism and psychological manipulation. Beth apparently couldn't imagine a world where anyone wanted to do sex work, and it took Charli all of five minutes to get sick of it.

So she crafted a new persona for herself, one calculated to appeal to all of Beth's prejudices about sex work and sex workers, and she set about demanding more and more 'authenticity' from the naive and desperate young woman whose college career depended on gaining the trust of the women she was interviewing and letting them into her lives. When Beth tried to go back to her own bougie apartment after a long night of watching Charli dance at the club, Charli reminded her that she was trying to get real insights into their 'plight' and the only way to learn was to live in Charli's apartment with her. When Beth tried to wriggle out of getting high with Charli, only a few hours of closing up and acting emotionally unavailable manipulated Beth into going along with Charli's plans. It took less than a week before the grad student was fully dependent on her.

And that was when Charli decided to really turn on the charm, and by 'charm' she meant the subtle, conversational hypnosis she'd honed over the course of getting her own Master's degree--not that Beth had ever asked about Charli's educational background, because she assumed that any woman who went into sex work had barely made it through high school. Beth didn't even notice when the weed haze slowly and subtly morphed into a dazed and dreamy trance that left her nodding and giggling the whole time Charli 'opened up to her' about how it felt to be on stage with all those people drooling over you, and she never knew that her fascination was the result of delicately phrased hypnotic suggestions to associate the thought of stripping with sexual pleasure.

After that, it was easy to convince Beth to take her own turn up on stage--for research, of course--and the positive reinforcement she received from Charli made the young woman pant and shudder with the desire to do it again. They celebrated with more weed, the weed made it easy for Charli to seduce Beth into bed with her, and a few more months of that eroded the last of Beth's boundaries almost before she knew it. By now, she barely even remembered she was supposed to be doing research. Charli liked her a lot more this way.

And she turned out to be a pretty good pussy licker, too, which was a nice bonus. Charli tangled her fingers into Beth's long chestnut hair, pulled her closer, and let her brainwashed pet send her over the edge into orgasm. There was no point in stopping now, after all. Not when Beth was almost perfect for her owner.

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#mind control #mind conditioning #brainwashing #hypnosis #hypnokink #hypno story

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Mean doms who don't let their subs cum because they get turned on from watching teased sluts suffer.

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Layla's in the Moment

There's a moment of tension, as Layla gently rests her tongue between the slick folds of Charlene's labia and tries with all her might to resist the mesmerized urge to spike it deeper inside and lick her lover's swollen clit. She understands that it's a test of their respective levels of self-control; for all that Charlene is both the dominant and the hypnotist here, it has to be maddening to hold her hips perfectly still with the full awareness that she could simply grind her shaven cunt all over her slave's face to get herself off. And of course Layla is in deep trance, her eyes stuck shut and the scent of pussy filling her nostrils, and all she can think about is the desire to obey.

But in that singular moment, poised on the edge of mindless surrender, she's aware that she could choose to resist. Hypnosis is a state of mind, not a magic spell, and in the end the power ultimately belongs to Layla even though she's chosen to cede so very much of it so very often. If she simply held her tongue there, nestled between Charlene's pussy lips like a key fitting into a lock, eventually she could defeat her Mistress's willpower and turn her into a grinding, rutting beast at the mercy of Layla's licking mouth. It's a tantalizing possibility, a glimpse for just a moment into a world that could have been where Layla's cunnilingus breaks her lover's iron resolve and turns her into a whimpering slut. Layla's almost fascinated by it.

But she knows it can never happen. Not just because Charlene is so strong, but because Layla is so weak. She's deliciously weak, delectably weak, she savors her own weakness like a fine wine, and this vintage makes her tremble with arousal in that moment of tension before her tenuous resolve finally breaks and she buries her tongue in Charlene's soaking cunt. She loves the way Charlene's self-control reminds her of just what a helpless slut she truly is, how owned and possessed she is by her own desires as well as the hypnotic power of her gorgeous lover, and she has no true interest in defeating her dominant. She only wants to test Charlene to prove to both their satisfactions how easy it is for the other woman to win. And how delightful it is when Layla always loses.

And sure enough, Charlene holds her hips still and steady with the sure hand of an experienced sailor navigating treacherous shoals, and it's Layla who eventually breaks. She doesn't even fully notice it at first; she's leaning in, taking deep breaths through her nose to savor the floral scent of her owner's arousal, and it only slowly dawns on her that as her lips approach Charlene's pale and perfect vulva her tongue is wriggling its way into the channel between Charlene's beautiful labia. Once she does realize, though, that slight wiggle becomes the brushstrokes of a furious spate of licking, and the aroma of sex becomes stronger and more intense as Layla begins to smear her face with Charlene's potent musk.

Then Charlene begins to strain forward, grunting in ecstasy as she finally accepts Layla's tribute, and the tension dissolves into warm, wet lust for both of them. Layla no longer notices the helpless urgency to Charlene's grinding hips, she doesn't think about the way the other woman's fingers tangle into her frizzy brown hair and push her face straight into Charlene's cunt--she's lost, wonderfully lost in sexual submission, and she never wants to be found. It's going to be a while before either one of them wants to stop… and predictably, Layla's going to be happy to lose that battle, too.

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#caption story #mind control #hypnosis #hypnotized #hypnokink #female sub #lezdom #erotic hypnosis

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Happy World Hypnotism Day!

#happy world hypnotism day #hypnosis #hypnotized #hypnotized girl

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A kiss at midnight that triggers your deeply implanted programming and I drop down down down into a new year of mindless obedience...

#brainwashing #hypnok1nk #nye

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#spiral #spirale #hypnosis #ipnosi

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Rigid and Lifted

In this short clip she is turned rigid through suggestion and lifted into the air, in one of the wildest moments I've captured over the years.

#hypnosis #ipnosi

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Routine Maintenance

You gently laid down on the table and unbuttoned the top of your uniform. It was time for your mistress to perform your routine maintenance, your heads-up display notifying you of recognized issues. It was all part of the job, and perhaps for any other doll engineer, would be as bland and clinical as working on any other machine. Your engineer, however, your mistress, was different. She reveled in getting to play with your wires and parts more than anyone else that's ever worked on you. You squirmed on the table just thinking about what she had in store for you today.

You heard her speak from across the room, she was still getting her tools ready. "Alright Eris, any problems you're currently having? Any parts need replaced?" She spoke casually to you, using the nickname she made for you rather than your proper designation, E-415. She may have been reprimanded had any of her higher-ups witnessed her casual conversation with you, let alone what her maintenance entailed.

"Sensors have recognized a bulging capacitor in section A, number 3 specifically. No other issues of note currently."

"Mm, I'll probably have to replace the whole section. You'll also want to keep notice of any other ones too, if one has reached its end of life, the others probably aren't far off. No issues with connecting to your weapons?" She walked over to the table, holding a screwdriver and a toolbox of common replacement parts. She was already wearing her anti-static wristband. Though your external armor was plenty capable of warding off damage to any of your interior circuitry, you would still be pushed to the limit so regularly that bits and pieces needed replaced frequently, necessitating every frontline combat doll have dedicated maintenance staff.

"None, all weapons were fully operational when last connected, high altitude thrusters functioning normally. All weapons disconnected without issue."

"Good, good. Sounds like this won't take too terribly long before we can get to your favorite part." She shot you a devilish grin, you could hear the fan on your back spinning faster to disperse the heat. Not giving you a moment to calm yourself, she took the screwdriver to your abdomen, removing each of the screws holding the steel plate in place. She then pulled the plate off, and set it aside.

“E-enabling hot-swapping mode, mistress.” Though most maintenance staff would set their combat dolls into a low power mode while swapping parts, mistress always preferred to keep you largely powered, doing the minimum to allow parts to be replaced over without causing you to blue-screen.

She took a small flashlight in her hand and shined it into your now open abdomen, looking for the faulty capacitor in question. “Yeah, I see it here, shouldn’t be too hard to replace.” She placed the flashlight in her mouth, and grabbed out the necessary parts. A portable desoldering tool in one hand and the new capacitors in the other, with a soldering iron to the side to set the new ones in place. She reached in with the desolderer, and began working to remove the faulty capacitor. “You know, used to be that I’d need to pull out this whole board to remove the capacitors, but nowadays you can keep your insides inside while I work” She continued giving casual conversation as she worked, hard to understand with the flashlight in her mouth.

Before you knew it, all four had been replaced. Ordinarily, that would’ve been it, your engineer would give you a quick look over and close you back up. Mistress had other plans, of course. “Okay, I think we’re ready for a bit of stress testing.” She removed the flashlight from her mouth and set it down. “Are you ready, machine?”

Machine, there was always something about the way she called you that, so formal, yet so sensual whenever she said it. Nothing else made being a doll feel so good in your mind. You eagerly nodded your head.

She gave an amused chuckle and continued. “Very well, how about we start with…” She reached her hand into your open abdomen, and unplugged a small 3 prong connector from its socket. The fan on your back quickly slowed down and came to a stop. “It’s always important to test for these things, right?”

“A-ah, yes mistress.” You could feel yourself begin to warm up, you still had more than enough airflow to keep yourself from overheating, though to have your wires played with still excited your mind, the disconnected fan prompted a warning on your heads-up display, which you quickly dismissed.

“Hm, How about we test your radar tracking next?” Before you could respond, she disconnected the cable to your camera, leaving you unable to see. Another warning popped up, another warning dismissed. Despite this, you were still able to track what your mistress was doing, no combat doll would be limited to visible light camera for tracking targets.

You tracked your mistress as she clambered onto the table with you, and sat herself on your hips. She leaned forward slightly, and suddenly your vision came flooding back, the connection being restored. Actually seeing her now, on top of you, overwhelmed your senses.

“I’m almost done here, there’s just one last little thing I’d like to test before I’m satisfied.” The playfulness in her voice excited you, until suddenly all feelings of bliss cut off. Another warning popped up, notifying that another cable had been disconnected. You looked up to your mistress, she was holding a small 4 pin connector in one hand, the one that controls all feelings of pleasure. In her other hand was a paper clip.

She unfurled the paper clip until it was just a bent piece of metal wire, and leaned in again moving the metal wire towards the pins the connector used to be plugged in at. “So, all I have to do here is touch this to the first and fourth pins inside you, and…” A jolt of pleasure surged through your body, stronger than you could have ever imagined. By bypassing any sort of control and monitoring system, and simply shorting the two pins, she could overload your mind from sheer ecstasy leaving you, the once fearsome aerial combat doll, little more than a quivering mess on her mistress’s table.

After a couple more taps from the metal wire, you couldn’t focus on anything anymore. You hardly even noticed when your mistress got off of you and began reconnecting everything she unplugged. It was only when you heard the cooling fan on your back spin up that you finally came to your senses.

You looked over to your mistress. She was screwing your abdominal plate back into place, a content smile rested on her face. At all other times, you were E-415, an Excelsior class combat doll. But here, in these few tender moments you had, you were Eris, a machine loved by your mistress.

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I really hope you enjoyed this little thing I wrote, its my first time putting anything like this out on Tumblr, and I really enjoyed writing it^^

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Giving Aftercare to Doms

I’ve seen a lot of writing on aftercare for subs, but never seen anything about Dom drop or the kind of aftercare that D-types need. Consequently, many people assume that aftercare is only necessary for subs, and many people don’t know what kind of aftercare to ask for or provide.

It’s natural to feel guilty when you’re inflicting pain or cruelty to someone you care about. And like with everybody, a lack of adequate aftercare can be discouraging or even dangerous. Here’s some aftercare talking points I tend to like hearing from my subs that you can use as jumping off points:

Reassure your Dom that everything they said and did during the scene was wanted and consensual. Go over and discuss anything that ended up being less than pleasurable or any sore spots that they hit if not.

If the scene went smoothly, reassure them that you are capable of saying no and/or using your safe word. Reassure them that despite roleplaying a loss of control, you know that you still were able to consent during your scene.

Reassure your Dom that you aren’t actually scared of them; and reassure them that you don’t feel like you’re being taken advantage of, nor do you think that they will.

Reassure your Dom that you trust them, you know that they are a responsible dominant, and that you don’t feel afraid that they will abuse their power over you.

Reassure your Dom that they are a good person, and that they are not evil or bad for exercising restrained and consensual cruelty during a scene.

Reassure your Dom that they don’t need to feel guilty for enjoying themselves when they are dominant with you, and that you enjoy your scenes with them as much as they do.

And some other things to keep in mind regarding aftercare as a whole....

Make sure you end the conversation/evening properly. Even if the Dom doesn’t experience Dom drop immediately, it’s very easy for Doms to feel used or like pleasure machines if they feel like they’ve been left hanging.

^^ Especially if you’re sexting or doing BDSM long distance! Do not stop responding without giving closure and reassuring your Dom that you’re okay! If you disappear without saying anything, it’s very possible that your Dom will get anxious and worry that they’ve upset or hurt you.

Check in later. Aftercare doesn’t always have to take place immediately after a scene, especially if they felt like they didn’t need much aftercare afterwards or you’ve had an informal scene and decided to skip it. Dom drop can still settle in a while after a scene has ended, so don’t ever assume you’re automatically on the same page and that care won’t be needed.

Make sure to always offer regardless. Nobody should ever have to ask for aftercare! Don’t assume that your Dom is okay and needs nothing just because they’re in control during your scenes.

And finally, Doms: don’t be afraid to ask for reassurance on the specific points you worry about! Subs can’t read your mind, and they can’t always know if the aftercare they’re giving is enough unless you tell them. You will not lose your submissive’s respect by asking for aftercare as long if they are committed to engaging in conscientious kink.

Stay safe, take care of each other, and practice kink responsibly! ♡

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Another tie with @pixseabait and adorgeous_

#bondage #bdsm

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Evan Plays a Little Hardball

The water was still running in the tub when the door opened, so Winona didn't hear Evan slip into the bathroom until he literally came up behind her and rested his massive cock directly on her flushed pink forehead. By the time her gaze flicked up to see what it was that was touching her, she could already feel her thoughts pulled toward the gigantic prick--literally, physically pulled, like her mind was a cloud of iron filings and his dick was a powerful magnet. She could feel her every last notion collecting on the inside of her skull, attracted to the mesmerizing penis and unable to stop themselves from following along.

"Hi, Winnie," he purred in a husky baritone, using the pet name Winona always hated and making her pussy instantly go slick with desire on hearing it, "I just thought I'd come up and see if you were reconsidering my offer from earlier. I know you said you weren't interested, but somehow I'm guessing you didn't know exactly what kind of package I was bringing to the table for your consideration." Winona couldn't stop herself from staring up at the head of his cock, so aroused it was almost purple and beading up with precum right at the very tip. Her mouth opened instinctually, hoping to catch the first drop on her tongue as soon as it fell.

He must have noticed her stunned fascination, because Winona could hear a slight chuckle creeping into his voice as he continued. "I'm sure you've been thinking of it as a matter of loyalty, Winnie, but it's not about loyalty. It's about leveraging your assets to get what's best for you. That's always been my philosophy, and I'm sure it's becoming your philosophy too. If you leave Northgate Industries behind and bring your… considerable talents… over to my firm, you could wind up with everything you ever wanted, Winnie. Doesn't that sound wonderful?" He was gently rocking back and forth as he spoke, sliding his enormous cock against her skin, and Winnie couldn't think of any assets but her body and any talents beyond pleasuring his prick. Precum began to trickle down onto her face and she licked away every droplet she could reach.

"You've got several days to think about it, Winnie," Evan said as if she could think of anything but being railed by that hypnotic prick. "The negotiations are getting protracted, and I'm sure you have a better idea than I do of what your superiors are willing to settle for." Winona wanted to babble out every last detail of her boss's confidential plans for Northgate, but her mind was so completely and totally focused on cock that she couldn't think of a single one. "But whatever the outcome, I want you to know there's always a place for you with me." Winona pictured herself down on her knees, sucking Evan's dick until it was rock hard before bending over and sticking her rump high in the air for him to mount. It felt right to place herself there in relation to him. More than right, it felt perfect.

"Anyway," Evan remarked casually, as though unaware of the effect he was having on her. "I can see you've got a lot on your mind now, so I'll leave you to it." He turned and walked away, even though he must have known her whole body was yearning for his cock, and Winona was left alone. Helplessly, she slipped her fingers down between her thighs and began to masturbate, thinking of the moment when Evan would finally claim her and end any doubt that she belonged to him.

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#mind control #hypnosis #brainwash #female sub #maledom

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Follow the ball

breathe and let your mind Follow

Slide away

every breath you relax more

let your body go

Every breath your mind relaxes as your body relaxes

Empty

Pliant

Blank

Breathe and relax

let go

#hypnosis #ipnosi #spiral #spirale

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Time for a new game. This is ORL-1. You're really going to like this one. Yes, it is conditioning you. Yes, you're going to like it. Yes, its going to change your mind. Yes, you're going to play it again.

#hypdom #mind control #brainwashing #hypnosis #mind conditioning #trance #hypnok1nk #hypnosub

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Softening Ramsey Up

Ramsey was a little tipsy when she got back from the party, so while she noticed the glassy-eyed stare Selina gave her phone she didn't really think much of it. They both needed to get a taxi back to Ramsey's apartment, and even though she hadn't actually seen Selina drinking all night she assumed it must have happened while she was distracted with a cute guy or a fun conversation and it never occurred to her to wonder what might be going on inside her friend's head. It was only when Selina looked up from her phone and droned out, "I am tasked with pleasure," before walking directly over to Ramsey and dropping to her knees directly in front of the stunned and bewildered woman that she realized there might be something more than alcohol responsible for Selina's altered state.

But drink slowed her reactions as well as fogging her perceptions, and by the time she even thought to mumble out a confused "huh?", Selina had already pushed up Ramsey's little black cocktail dress and pulled aside her panties to bury her face directly between the confused woman's soft pink thighs. She began to eat Ramsey out with a diligent, devoted attention to her clit that soon left Ramsey's fingers tangling into Selina's hair and her eyes rolling back in her head as the pleasure hit and hit hard. They'd fooled around a few times back in college, but it was never like this--within moments, every last thought had evaporated from Ramsey's head in a puff of vacant arousal, leaving her grunting in utter ecstasy as her first climax hit.

Ramsey's muzzy, confused brain had too much to handle simply coping with the pleasure and wondering what brought on her friend's sudden devotion to cunnilingual bliss to think about the odd, empty tone in her voice when she said her first and only sentence since the taxi ride home. She certainly didn't have the mental capacity to notice the tiny details of their return to the apartment, like the way Selina made sure to be the last one in or the way she pushed Ramsey's chair just far enough back to make it difficult for the lust-drunk woman to reach for her phone. Even when Ramsey actually heard the front door open and the sound of soft footfalls in the small foyer of her apartment, she was too distracted to figure out what was happening until it was too late.

Ramsey vaguely recognized the woman who came into the kitchen from the party earlier. She remembered seeing her engage Selina in a long, one-sided conversation that apparently left her friend bored to the point of vacuous indifference, and although she thought about rescuing her there always seemed to be another drink or another guy or another appetizer to keep her occupied. But now the statuesque brunette with the alabaster skin and sharp cheekbones seemed to be the center of Ramsey's entire world as she cupped the blonde's chin and murmured, "She is tasked with pleasure, my sweet pet. You are tasked with obedience." Ramsey's gaze locked onto the deep brown eyes of the stranger, her mind already so foggy with pleasure and alcohol she couldn't possibly resist that compelling stare, and felt herself sink away into warm fathoms of hypnotic power.

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#mind control #mind conditioning #hypnosis #hypnotized #ipnosi #story #obedience

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Confessions of a Hypnoslut:

I really like long term conditioning and change. Having someone slowly mould me in to their perfect toy or change some behaviors of me with training is really hot to me.

Both subtle training that I maybe don’t even notice, and obvious one.

That certainly is a hot one indeed. My Master has done just that to me and I can confirm… it’s so hot… that level of trust and intimacy, the vulnerability and, of course, the pleasure that comes with the obedience and compliance. 🤤

#hypnosis #ipnosi #brainwashing #conditioning #programming

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Summer's Deep Self Takes Over

Summer knew she was in trouble when her fingers began to drift almost accidentally down between her thighs, undoing the fly on her jean shorts and dipping into the cleft between her pale pink pussy lips to tease her soaking cunt while the words on the page in front of her slowly melted into a blur of incomprehension. She didn't even know what she'd picked up off of Jason's bookshelf anymore, only that the hypnotic conditioning she really thought she'd shaken this time was making it harder and harder to read even as her clit throbbed more and more with every drop in her intelligence quotient. It was a heady, potent feedback loop, but a blind date was exactly the wrong time for it to kick in.

Summer tried to put the book down before Jason came back into the room, but of course she was fighting a battle on two fronts--the smart, strong-willed woman she was before the hypnosis reshaped her malleable brain refused to simply give up on the challenge posed by her programming, while the giggly stupid slut she was gradually becoming used that stubborn determination to trick her into continuing to stare at the pages even as the words became squiggles of gibberish and her cunt leaked into her panties with desire. It was always the same, every time Summer's subconscious decided to yank on the leash inside her mind and make her dumb and horny, and she knew from long experience that it wouldn't end until she was a panting, whimpering mess of lust and arousal.

Which would be fine if she was back at her own place the way she usually was when she succumbed to the post-hypnotic suggestions that lurked in the back of her brainwashed brain, but Summer was over at the apartment of a really sweet guy who was going to have to very gradually be introduced to Summer's very particular fetish if she didn't want him to think she was some kind of freak. At least, that was what her conscious mind kept trying to insist. But something deep down inside her noticed that lovely bulge in his jeans and those very nice muscles of his and had evidently decided that what he must really want was a ditzy fuckdoll who couldn't read and couldn't count but who had a warm, wet, willing mouth all ready for his cock. Summer felt drool running down her chin, but she didn't have a hand free to wipe it away.

If she could only put the book back on the shelf, she could at least tamp down the growing heat between her thighs at least long enough to get through the dinner Jason was cooking for her before she got down on her knees and began polishing his knob with her tongue. But Summer's unconscious mind wasn't even willing to make that concession, and of course her stubborn pride kept convincing her gullible brain that she could fight it this time if she only made a committed effort to thinking. It was always a lie, and she always fell for it and wound up even weaker and more susceptible to her programming, but that never stopped her from trying. Because it always felt so fucking hot to fail.

When Jason came back into the room, Summer was down on her knees with the book held loosely between her fingers as her glassy eyes stared sightlessly at the incomprehensible text. He looked at her, brow furrowed with perplexity, but when Summer noticed his arrival she reached for his zipper with mindless arousal written all over her face and their first date took on a very different tone.

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#caption story #mind control #brainwashing #brainwashed #ipnosi #storia