Curioushypnosubject - The Curious Hypno Subject

I'm going to change you.

Not your body, no. I want that to stay the same. Your perfect tits. That slutty fucking ass of yours. God, that gorgeous face of yours. I want that to stay the same.

No, I'm going to change you. Bit by bit, kink by kink, I'm going to make you worse. I'm going to change you with every conversation, alter you with every orgasm. I'll train you and you won't even be able to tell.

Before you know it, you'll enter a slippery slope of disgusting kinks and fetishes. I'll have your cunt dripping at my mocking laugh, your knees buckling at my words. I'm going to fuck you up, sweetheart, and there's not a thing you can do about it. You'll spend every night, edging your needy pussy to the nasty shit I've manipulated inside you.

I'm going to turn you into my own, personalised fuckdoll. I own you, sweetie, and I'll make sure you're mine forever. I'm going to make you perfect for me. I'll ruin you for everyone else.

I'm going to mark you with my ownership.

Irreversibly.

"Take them off, now!"

🇨🇦𝛂♂

Good Girls Sink

Good Girls Obey

Good Girls Rub their minds away

I’m a Good Girl

I Sink I Obey I Rub My Mind Away

I Sink I Obey I Rub My Mind Away

I Sink I Obey I Rub My Mind Away

I Sink I Obey I Rub My Mind Away

They need to be played with ❣️

source: maplemistyx

She needed to touch and edge her mind away. His words lingered in her mind:

Good girls can't think they must obey.

Good girls must edge their mind away.

Another one of my classics... have come a long way since I did this one, but it's still fun.

Who enjoys the feeling of being conditioned?

Knowing that someone has worked to tweak and mold your malleable mind with every interaction you have. Knowing you've been primed and influenced to a point of no return. Knowing the simplicity of a word or action is enough for you to lose yourself completely.

Triggered by as little as a command phrase. Prodded into an unknown direction by latent pathways your mind has been railroaded on. The indescribable feeling of yourself attempting to resist, fighting with every fibre of your being, pushing to retain your free will. And yet, the impossibility of that task insurmountable, and behind every feable attempt made, the knowledge that you want this.

You want all pretence to fall away. You want to give in completely. You want your mind and body to sink into the clutches of your controller. You want to surrender and enjoy the delicious grip of conditioning.