“Brains Are For Boys”

"jim."

"what?"

"tell me you're hypnotized."

"what?"

"say that you're hypnotized right now."

"i'm not, though."

"i just wanna hear it."

he hesitated. "...i'm hypnotized." it felt odd coming out of his mouth.

"say it a little slower."

"it's two words."

"yeah, and four syllables. you can say it slower."

"fine," he said. "i'm... hypnotized..."

"say you're deeply hypnotized."

"this isn't going to work," he said, although he caught himself staring at them in a particular way.

"all i'm doing is asking you to say something. is it really that hard?" they looked smug. "come on. tell me you're deeply hypnotized. say it nice and slow."

there were already chills creeping down his spine. "fine," he responded. "i'm... deeply hypnotized..."

he was a little annoyed to find that familiar fog just barely forming in his mind, just from that.

"yeah, that's right."

jim almost shivered. "i mean, i'm really not. i'm not particularly deep, i'm just doing what you tell me to."

"sounds like something someone who's deeply hypnotized would do."

"that's not-"

"say it again for me, jim. come on."

he froze, a blank, dull voice escaping his lips. "i'm deeply hypnotized..."

it still wasn't completely true, but...

"that's right. good. that's all it takes, isn't it?"

"it's not..."

"it's more true every time you say it. try saying it again. you'll feel it."

"i'm deeply hypnotized..." he felt his shoulders sink.

"again. tell me how you feel right now. say it again."

"i'm... deeply hypnotized..."

"that's how you feel, isn't it?"

he wasn't answering their question, he was following the command to repeat it...

"nod your head for me. you feel deeply hypnotized, right?"

he nodded, trembling as his spine tingled.

"you're deeply hypnotized. tell me again."

"i'm deeply hypnotized..."

"and it's true now. isn't it?"

this time they hadn't told him to, but he nodded his head, anyway.

"it's that easy. you probably don't even care about me teasing you anymore, though, do you?" they pet his head. the warm tingles started to feel relaxing as he surrendered to them. "and can you tell me why you don't care?"

"i'm deeply hypnotized..."

"good boy."

If you make me horny enough ill be completely at your mercy.

Oh you look so strong.

Please don't pin me to the wall by my throat as you run that hand up my dainty little sundress and tease me about how wet I am.

And definitely don't grab my thighs and pull them up and apart so I'm lifted off the floor and pinned by your bulge pushing against my pretty silk panties.

promise you won't be mean and make me beg you to fuck me against the wall, filling and stretching me, and making me whine.

certainly don't tell me how I'm so soft and pretty you just can't help yourself, how you need to take me there like that, so I know how strong you are and what my place is.

uh, and when you haven't done all that I'd just die if you brushed out my hair and helped me reapply the make up you didn't smudge.

If you ever muzzle someone as part of puppy play, you should also bind or put mitts on their hands, because that's what muzzling is for a dog. They interact with the world using their mouths, they use it to pick things up and to move things and to open things. So when you muzzle a dog, you're taking away that ability to interact with the world, which for us humans is our hands. Don't forget to restrict your puppy's ability to use their hands next time you muzzle them!

voice kink is just me edging you silly with nothing more than filthy whispers

Imagine he’s got you in the meanest mating press, his thick cock spearing you open against the bed and it’s so good you’re seeing stars. But suddenly he stops and just leaves his cock inside of you, splitting you open, not thrusting and not moving, just buried deep inside, holding you nice and open for him. And he decides to focus on your clit, maybe with a vibrator or maybe with his fingers, just rubbing and playing with your swollen clit. It’s making you whine and buck your hips against his weight but he’s so much bigger and so much stronger there’s no way to stop him. He tells you to be a good girl and take it because he just wants to feel your pretty pussy pulse around his cock, he wants to feel your walls fluttering around him, your cunt milking his cock so perfectly in response to the overwhelming stimulation on your clit. And he’s so mean about it, one hand working your clit and the other braced against the bed so he can lean into you and keep you pinned down. He’s pushing you closer and closer to a mindbreaking orgasm as he whispers in your ear. “Such a good girl for me, come on, milk my cock with that pretty pussy, that’s it, feel good for me, I want to feel that cunt clenching around me, there’s you go.” And finally, your body breaks into a toe-curling orgasm, trembling, writhing, crying for him and the unrelenting pleasure he’s forcing out of you. You look at him through teary eyes, expecting him to go back to fucking you but all you see is the sadistic gleam in his eyes that tells you this is far from over. “Come on baby,” his voice is so mean as his fingers don’t stop working your clit, “One isn’t enough, give me more, let me feel that pretty pussy pulse around me again, that’s it, keep making those needy sounds for me, you can take it, I want your pussy to cum over and over again to milk all the cum out of my cock. We’re not stopping until I’m satisfied.” You’re sobbing now, trying to push him off, trying to make him stop the assault of pleasure. Begging, crying, gasping out pleas that he’s ignoring because he wants to use you to feel good, he wants to use you like a fuck doll, meant for nothing more than to milk his cock like a toy with no regard for how you feel. His fingers pull another orgasm from your body, the feeling lighting your every nerve and forcing your pussy to milk him just the way he likes. But it’s not enough for him, it won’t ever be enough for him, and so he keeps going. He pulls one orgasm after another out from your helpless body just so he can use you to make himself feel good. It has nothing to do with your pleasure because he’s exceeded that several times over now but it has everything to do with using you like a sex toy to get himself off. You have no idea how many times he’s forced your body to cum for him when he finally groans above you as his hips jerk into you, pumping his cum deep inside of your still-spasming walls. And maybe he’ll leave his cock inside of you even after, keeping you plugged up and nice and full with his cum while you fall asleep in his arms, with his gentle kisses on your forehead and soft strokes of your hair.

Note: This made me feral ugh please someone do this to me.

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Oh, let me rephrase

Reblog if you're a willingly Fleshlight for tgirls ^×^ everyone will be filled with girl cum, just a question of if you're going to be obedient about it~

i need one of those fuck machines