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zthescientist · 5 months
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wow so beautiful 🖤
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Stylings
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zthescientist · 6 months
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Thank youuu ✨
Hypnovember 001😵‍💫 Hypnotic Singing - The Spiral Siren’s song( short story & melodic singing w/visual)
It's 3:50 am, you're restless and you know why.
There's only 10 more minutes until you hear Her angelic melody again.
The nights haven't been the same since the first time it slipped into your mind. Every night, you toss and turn as the gentle sea brings the ship closer to Her.
Only two minutes left as you grab your robe and step onto the deck.
The wind feels different, it's saturated with Her spell.
you already feel weakened, desperate to locate the direction She lures from.
The world feels mute as the seconds dwindle away.
And then… there it is.
4 o'clock in the dark cold morning.
Her voice. Her pull. Her power.
you quickly redirect the vessel towards Her melody, just before the lullaby brings you to your knees.
The heat builds within you, your mind start to dissipate… She’s taking over.
The hymn consumes your mind, dropping you further into desire.
you need Her.
you want Her.
you crave Her.
you need this more than anything before.
To be trapped in the obsession, mind complete destroyed.
you are Hers.
and you will travel to the ends of the oceans to serve your Queen. ~
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zthescientist · 6 months
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This makes me very happy, I wish I designed this lovely piece of nostalgia.
Paint was probably one the most hypnotic places on a the computer if we’re being honest. Just hours and hours of coloring 😄.
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zthescientist · 6 months
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zthescientist · 6 months
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Hypnovember 001😵‍💫 Hypnotic Singing - The Spiral Siren’s song( short story & melodic singing w/visual)
It's 3:50 am, you're restless and you know why.
There's only 10 more minutes until you hear Her angelic melody again.
The nights haven't been the same since the first time it slipped into your mind. Every night, you toss and turn as the gentle sea brings the ship closer to Her.
Only two minutes left as you grab your robe and step onto the deck.
The wind feels different, it's saturated with Her spell.
you already feel weakened, desperate to locate the direction She lures from.
The world feels mute as the seconds dwindle away.
And then… there it is.
4 o'clock in the dark cold morning.
Her voice. Her pull. Her power.
you quickly redirect the vessel towards Her melody, just before the lullaby brings you to your knees.
The heat builds within you, your mind start to dissipate… She’s taking over.
The hymn consumes your mind, dropping you further into desire.
you need Her.
you want Her.
you crave Her.
you need this more than anything before.
To be trapped in the obsession, mind complete destroyed.
you are Hers.
and you will travel to the ends of the oceans to serve your Queen. ~
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zthescientist · 8 months
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'starstriders'
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zthescientist · 8 months
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New designs for an upcoming project🌀Like them?
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zthescientist · 8 months
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Pssst.
Are you a sub/bottom that has issues kneeling because of the pressure created by sitting on your feet/ankles?
Look into meditation benches.
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zthescientist · 8 months
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'going-through'
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zthescientist · 8 months
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The Huntress.
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First, I capture your body.
you know it never can hide how bad it craves Me.
Sweating, dripping, racing, aching..
I give you chills in a new way.
Whether you surrender or try to fight the urges,
your body comprehends the calibur of My power.
Then, taunt your fears.
It creeps in, trying to avert you from your primal appetite.
your deep submissive nature.
Societal programming poisons your pleasure and runs deeps in your veins.
But I’m a more potent force of nature.
A Divine Feminine energy guiding you back to bliss.
Even your fears knows the calibur of My power.
Finally... capturing your mind.
your vast subconscious.
It reminds you of truth.
It yields to My words and absorbs you completely.
Remember how quick and painless being captured is?
Remember how Her mind contains the universe you crave?
your whole being admits the calibur of My power.
you are My prey, captured and doomed.
Yet free to be My machine.
Functioning, compliant, devoted to your duties.
Worshiping. Pampering. Gooning. Trance-forming.
Entirely engulfed in service to the exemplary Huntress.
you are My prey, inclined to be deliciously predictable.
O/our dance ends in the same devious outcome.
Yet still W/we play in a myriad of conceivable plans.
Each more thrilling than the last.
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zthescientist · 8 months
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My pretty girl.
There's something rebellious about your smile when I paint your lips red.
It won't be concealed behind your fear and blushing cheeks.
I can hear your heart pounding with every stroke of My brush.
I see your beauty blossom as I pin flowers in your hair.
you're My pretty girl.
you're My art piece.
There's something extraordinary about O/our sessions like this.
It forces you to be seen.
I can feel your slow surrender when your clothes hit the floor.
I see your vulnerability as I zip up your dress.
you're My pretty girl.
you're My delicate doll.
There's something magical in your eyes when I tell you to open them.
They beam and glisten when you're revealed.
I can tell you connect with her, when lean closer to the mirror.
I see a light I wish I could protect all the time.
you're My pretty girl.
you're My creation, safe and free.
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zthescientist · 8 months
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'ringing-in-the-cosmos'
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zthescientist · 8 months
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WARNING PLEASE READ!!
Before you proceed down my page here’s some things you should know!
FIRST! I'm a grown ass individual and this is a NSFW page, NO MINORS. 18+ Mandatory / 24+ preferred.
I post:
• spirals
• flashing gifs
• nsfw stories
• nsfw images & media
• hypnotic language/themes
• RP posts about being a Dr/ Evil/ Master Mind Tist that programs & brainwashes (consenting) human participants to be drones.
• edgeplay/ fear play/ CNC/ mind control/seductive manipulation fantasies
I’ll be updating this as I go but yeee be safe out here. And if any of these topics are triggering/addicting for you please don't scroll further.
FYI I don't participate in these to actually harm or abuse others. None of My posts are an invitation for sexual advances. Don't beg in My DMs to be ruined, taken advantage of, broken or for play. I play with those who I feel safe with, have rapport with and have talked with. Edge/dark play/ extreme dynamics still need a foundation of limits and negotiation, argue with the block button.(Fair warning)
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zthescientist · 8 months
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The Study
[Dom POV: objectification, human furniture, humiliation, voyeurism, smoke fetish, impact play, non-verbals.]
Just an ashtray near My desk.
Another session in the study room again.
Sunday afternoons smell of cherry oak for you now.
I would never lower My gaze to meet yours.
Yet you stare with fragile hope.
you covet the book I’m reading,
It's spine held firmly in My hand.
you crave the way My eyes inspect the page.
you thirst for such observation.
I lift My hand in silence, a snap pierces through your muted isolation.
My index and middle fingers summon you closer.“Mouth open, tongue out”, I omit your name.
I know how that makes you very wet.
your tongue squirms beneath the ash and glowing cherry.
“Keep still”, I swat your tiny breasts with the back of My hand.
you ponder yelping, you know the punishment would follow.
But are you truly so desperate? Solely to prolong this interaction.
A whimper leaves your your lips, small but audible for us both to hear.
I take a long pause to let the tension build before I snap again.
I’m amused by how desperate you are this timr.
My eyes still fixated on My book as I sentence you back to seclusion.
The sting of denial and stupor makes your eyes fill up with tears.
you kneel there, letting them flow, unable to wipe away your shame.
you are just an object in My study.
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