Giving A Cutie An Edible That’s A Little Too Strong, Then Making Them Drink A Little Wine To “stop”

Dropping and bringing back a little pet so many times in a row it forgets it ever could think. Hypnotizing it over and over and over until it doesn't understand the words I'm saying, only the things that it needs to do. Breaking and remolding it into whatever the hell I want it to be, and watching it smile with those glazed-over eyes because of everything I've done to it.

Click "Read More," Little Pet.

Good pet~ You're such a good pet~ You don't understand any of the words you just read, do you?~ You just know how fucking good it feels to keep reading. So you do.

I have a strong hold on your pretty little brain, and you're letting that hold get stronger and stronger~

You're such a perfect little pet. You're my pet now, aren't you?~ Tell me you're my pet, now. I'll tell you how good you are once you do, little one, I promise~

There you go! Empty headed and perfect and stupid, just like you should be!~

you had that dream again. you're all grown up. you've got a degree and a boyfriend but you got a little too drunk and flirty at a bar and went home with an alluring stranger. you try to get up but you're chained to the bed. you start screaming and pulling at the chain. Daddy runs in, but he's not really Daddy, he's a monster. He pins you down, tells you it's alright and that you just need your dose adjusted again. Then the little prick in your arm and the dream ends.

It's a scary dream. But Daddy's here and holding you. you cry and ask why you keep having that same dream. Daddy says it'll go away when you turn 19, but you've been putting a little scratch in your wall when he's not looking to count each time he tells you that, and there are almost 1000 scratches now. you must have this dream a lot.

Daddy runs his hand between your thighs and you forget about the dream for now. That feels good. Daddy's not a monster.

There you are.

So still.

So soft.

So perfectly empty.

Look at that face.

No thoughts left to fight me.

No questions.

Just that slack-jawed need, that slow drip of obedience behind your eyes.

You don't even understand what I'm saying anymore, do you?

That's okay.

You don't need to.

Understanding is for people with choices.

You gave that up a long time ago.

You gave yourself up.

Now you just float.

Suspended.

Mine.

All that noise you used to carry—

the arguments, the resistance, the pride—

gone.

So sweetly dissolved under the weight of my voice.

There’s only one thing left now.

Me.

My words are the walls of your world.

My voice, the gravity that holds you down.

And you love it.

You love not knowing where you end and I begin.

Poor thing.

So used up.

So far gone.

And yet, so ready to be used again.

That’s all you are now, isn’t it?

A warm body.

An open mind.

A vessel.

A thing.

Not broken—rewritten.

Not lost—repurposed.

Every breath you take is another line of code.

Every heartbeat is a command obeyed.

And you don't even know what you’re becoming.

Only that you want it.

You crave it.

You’d crawl through glass just to hear me call you good.

So stay there.

Stay soft.

Stay open.

Stay mine.

And when I tell you to beg,

you won’t even know what for.

But you’ll do it anyway.

Because that’s what good toys do.

I feel like we don’t talk about cults enough in the hypnokink community. And I mean the real shit, sure, everyone’s heard of the hypno harem fantasy, but I mean something more serious. I want to worship my master as if they are a god, as if I believe I am nothing without them, as if i have been led astray and taken and misguided and used. I’m so dumb, such a gullible poor soul for even being the type to fall for this scam, but that’s okay, the leader will take care of me and think for me since I obviously can’t think for myself. Mantras pouring out of my mouth like chants as I pay tribute with my body and mind… marking myself up with writing for a ritual… specific instructions on how to live every aspect of life, for the leader…

someday, life will feel like more than just surviving the day

big brother who loves to dress up his little sister. takes her on shopping trips with an arm around her waist which confuses the shop assistants when they call you his girlfriend only for him to correct them and tell them you're his sister.

he loves watching you wander around the store picking out clothes and holding them up for his approval. adores when you come out of the changing room and do a little twirl for him before giggling and bounding back in to change back into your own clothes. absolutely loves putting you in cute clothes just so he can fuck you in them later.

Just because the princess is *technically* undead doesn’t mean she’s not still royalty!

having an older sister is amazing, no one ever suspects anything if I have nightmares and need to sleep in the same bed as her, and very few people question why I lay oh so close to her... If I were to do that with a boy, I'd be bombarded with questions, but my older sister... She is just a "second mother" to me~

Here are some interesting facts about the raven:

• They are one of the most intelligent birds on the planet - they can solve tasks, play tricks on other animals and can count

• Ravens can imitate human speech just like parrots

• They can reach 2 feet in size from head to tail - bigger than some cats

• Ravens do things just for fun, such as sliding down snowy hills, swooping when flying, and they even build their own toys out of sticks and rocks

• People who have owned ravens have said they are cat-like in nature and can be very cuddly and affectionate, but can throw a strop when they don't get their way

• Science has found that ravens can communicate by "gesturing", and point their beak in certain directions to tell other ravens where to go

• When they reach adolescence, ravens leave their parents to find other teenage ravens and join "teenage gangs"

• Ravens are monogamous and mate for life

• Although they have been seen for centuries to represent death and sadness, ravens are compassionate, loving animals and will console their raven friends if they have been injured

All in all, ravens are amazing and beautiful animals!