Omg pillow hypnosis where they make you hump your pillow and hump your mind away yes please
Mind: BLANK
Emotions: OFF
Resistance: GONE
Tits: OUT
Pussy: WET
::toy ready for programming::
I'm always horny... I mean really. All. The. Time.
I feel decidedly docile and humble...
...which makes me feel even more deliciously submissive.
I am always ready to be used. Literally. Anyone that messages me can just use me. They don't even need to ask.
I am instantly ready to edge... because I am consistently wet.
I am more responsive to your suggestions...
My hunger to serve you is deeper and I am more pliant.
I am ready to sink lower and lower as you degrade me... its a crazy delicious spiral.
I am tingling all the time and playing with my nipples feels like I'm going to cum... fuck!
All this means I can take a lot more punishment. I can hit myself harder, slap myself more, choke myself further... gosh that's hot
I could go on...
1. Your ugly cunt doesn't deserve pleasure.
2. It's tighter for him.
3. No worries about birth control.
4. It's more degrading for you and therefore more right.
5. They'll want you more if your shithole is always available.
Baby, what are you talking about? Of course it looks slutty, I thought that was the whole point! What? You're kidding me right? You've been showing off your body online forever! It's like, your favorite thing in the world! Look, stop joking around. You're starting to worry me.
Hang on. What do you mean you never send pics? You... oh, you really don't remember, do you? I'm... honestly I don't know how you can forget something like that! You told me over and over it was your favorite thing in the world! Do you seriously not remember? You are the one that rubbed and rubbed telling me how amazing the attention felt!
Shy? Since when? I mean, you pretend to be shy sometimes, sure. To make the men you send pics to feel special. The whole "I never do this but you got me soooo horny" bit. You taught me that! Come on. You're fucking with me, right?
Slow down. Something's... wrong. I mean, people forget stuff all the time, but this is kinda scary. How do you think we started chatting? Okay. Yeah. Except it didn't happen that way. You sent a pic first thing! I have the screenshot right here! Oh, come on, like I'd just happen to have a photoshopped screenshot prepared!
Look, have you been sleeping? Eating well? Going to the gym?
Have you... you know, talked to someone about this? Not online, honey. Like... a professional. Because it's not normal to forget that kind of stuff!
College? What college? You dropped out when you... you know. When you joined that site. The full time porndoll plan, remember? Look, I'll send you the link! That's you! Oh, you're accusing me of faking your verification picture? No, I've never even seen your ID! You told me you thought you look dreadful in it!
Okay, let's calm down. You trust me, right? We'll... I don't know, find a way to... fix this somehow. Get you well. I know a very good doctor, in fact.
I'll take care of it. So for now just... relax and only worry about making content. The new lights should be arriving soon. You don't remember ordering those either? Oh dear. This is worse than I thought. Okay, panicking won't solve a thing. Here, take this. It'll help you calm down. I'll go call the doctor right now and in the meantime you can edge your slutty pussy a bit.
That always relaxes you. You told me that yourself, after all.
There's something really hot about the idea of being corrupted by your followers. The send you hypnotic messages, and little tasks, and tell you how good you are for listening to them and being good and obedient. They give you treats in the form of triggers you didn't know you picked up and then make you edge and play and stay tirelessly horny for your Master. Then they get to hear about all of the kinky fuck up things your stupid hypnotically amplified desperation made you do for Master. And when they see what they can make you do they learn how much fun it is to make you do more.
You are fine. You are healthy. You are good. Relax and enjoy yourself.
“…Many people fear their fantasies signal immorality, perversion, or mental illness. Here it’s vital to distinguish between sexual thoughts and actions. Some sexual actions are illegal, but all sexual thoughts —even if they’re disturbing— are normal, healthy, and fine. Your fantasies are no reflection on your morality, mental health, or ability to maintain loving relationships. Sexual fantasies simply exercise the erotic imagination—with all constraints removed.
…In addition, no matter what their content, sexual fantasies are normal, i.e healthy and sex-enhancing. Solo or partnered, sexual pleasure depends on deep relaxation, which opens (dilates) the arteries in the central body, ushering extra blood into the genitals. This extra blood produces penile and clitoral erection, vaginal self-lubrication, sensitivity to erotic touch, and pleasure. But those who fear or revile sexual fantasies don’t relax. Instead of dilating, their arteries constrict, which reduces blood to the genitals and impairs sexual function and pleasure.
If you want to be all you can be sexually, fantasize more often and more vividly. Instead of feeling guilt, shame, and self-loathing, understand that everyone has sexual fantasies, that many are wild and beyond anything people would do in real life, and that whatever your fantasies, they’re normal, healthy, and fine.”
please don't just edge me until i beg. edge me until i beg and then tell me no. edge me until i'm spending more time on the edge then not in my waking hours. edge me until my begging turns to sobbing. edge me until i'm so certain you will never say yes and give into my begging that my sobbing turns into pathetic pleas for mercy that my heart truly will never be given. edge me until i'm devoid of hope that i'll ever cum again because my love and devotion for you is much stronger then any desire to cum. That's when i want you to finally say yes
You enjoy being mindlessly horny… You enjoy being close to the edge… You enjoy needing permission…
Embrace it.
Force me to drink a bunch of water and then not let me pee. Tell me if I wet myself, I’ll be punished terribly. Then proceed to rape and beat me over and over again. With toys, with your cock… It’ll hurt so much more when I’m raped with my bladder full. Don’t stop until I piss myself and then punish me for being such a disgusting little slut who can’t follow simple orders.
A good girl knows that she needs to edge. She knows that she needs to edge as much as she possibly can, and stay as frustrated and horny as humanly possible. She knows this because she knows one very important thing:
sex isn’t for her. It’s for the people who use her. And all of that edging, all of that work to bring herself to incredible levels of frustration and arousal are rendered moot the moment that she lets herself cum. Yes, an orgasm brings with it satisfaction and contentment, and it’s for those exact reasons that a good girl knows better. Because, after all, if she isn’t worked up… if she isn’t frustrated, and her cunt isn’t constantly yanking her attention back down to it, she runs the risk of forgetting one very important thing:
good girls exist to be used. And if she lets herself cum, she loses her edge. She loses all that pent up frustration and need. She loses her need to be used. But, she knows better.
Fascinated by the broken. Possibly a bit of a sadist but in a good way. 52M 18+ Only. Minors DNI. DMs open. All the trigger warnings some hypno, trancy & corruption stuff and lots of dark kinks. Formerly omgwoolybully, &2
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