She fumbled with her keys, trying to balance purse, backpack, and binder. She was exhausted. It was Friday but her mind was stuffed with worry. Too much to do. Her apartment was a mess. She was a mess. Organizing. Laundry, Grocery shopping. Work stuff. There wasn’t time. She’d been ignoring her friends even though they wanted to help. She didn’t want them to see her like this. She just… She didn’t know what she needed. And now she couldn’t get her damn stupid fucking keys in the lock!
With agonizing slowness, she unlocked the door and entered her apartment. Sandy, the true ruler of her apartment wasn’t in her usual perch. Instead the feline sat on her kitchen counter watching a man calmly washing her dishes. He was smiling of course. She’d given him the key. To her apartment and so much more. He was cleaning her moldy piled up dishes and grinning at her.
Instead of smiling back she felt the other part of her she couldn’t control PUSH. Push away. She groaned almost like a lament, “No! No you don’t have to do that!” She dropped her stuff slightly panicked. He calmly continued, finishing the last of the plates and drying his hands. No rush or hurry.
She was a ball of nerves as he approached her. Tension. Near tears and she had no idea why. Her body trembled a bit feeling his presence as stepped closer. His smell, always so good, mixed with a little dish soap.
“Hi there, little one.”
Fuck. He was using those names right off. She couldn’t right now. Everything was just so… She was so… Busy. Frustrated. Fucked up. “I don’t know if I can do this right now,” she said with a voice half trembling in anticipation and half bemoaning and wailing.
Her friend, her lover, her master, her something, slowly raised his hand and brushed a bit of hair away from her eyes. She partly melted. She raged in fury. His finger touched her between the eyes. Oh no! No no no!!!
“W-wait!” she said in a panic. He hesitated. His soft eyes bored into her but he did stop. She didn’t know exactly what… “I… I just… I can’t this weekend. I’ve got too much to-“
“No, little one. This is happening. You need it and you’re going to let me take care of you. But if you really can’t you know what to say. You ALWAYS have the choice.”
His finger was still touching her right at her switch. It hadn’t moved. She was in control. Her safe word bubbled to her lips. She could stop it. Explain. Make him leave so she didn’t make him waste his weekend on her. Ugh. Why did she think it like that? She wanted it. Or did she? She… She hated being a mess. Hated it.
A small rub on the bridge of her nose, almost imperceptible. Warmth threatened to bloom in her chest, just as a fuzziness threated to explode in her mind. His eyes still looked at her with the question. She couldn’t say anything either way, but she made her decision. All she managed was the barest of nods.
His expression was beautiful. She felt his finger start to trace down her nose slowly and everything clicked in her. That fuzziness boomed in her brain and instantly started dimming everything, just like a light dial. Equally the warmth spread in her, turning her body into helpless goo. She started to sway, and he caught her. The angry girl in her melted and her pussy thrummed. She finally felt blissfully sleepy and unconfused for the first time in weeks as her mouth fell open.
“w-w-wait…” she slurred, mind almost gone. He paused his finger just past her lips.
“Yes?”
“…I… w-wanna remember…”
“Of course, little one,” he said gently, “anything else?”
“w-work… meeting…”
“When, little one?” he asked calmly.
“s-saturday… t-two… thirty…”
“Good little girl,” and then his finger kept moving, “no need to think anymore.” She was senseless before his finger reached her chest, but her body kept responding. By the time it came to rest on her jeans over her pussy she was drooling, her eyes glazed, and her mind utterly obliterated. She didn’t really exist right now. Her trigger had hollowed her out completely.
In retrospect this would be the only part she had trouble remembering while her voided mind was crawling back into that familiar, wonderful, good girl and doll-like blank docility. She had no ideas what happened in that time. Didn’t hear any of the instructions about reflection and self worth. Everything that followed though... she later had perfect recall, even though it all happened in dream-like procession.
She was in a hot bubble bath, diligently washing and soaking like she was told. He did her dishes and cleaned her kitchen.
Afterwards he used her mouth a bit but didn’t finish.
She was naked on the couch snuggled with her blankie with soft LoFi playing and edging her tight, sloppy wet, cunt. He cleaned her apartment, dusted, vacuumed. Sandy watched everything and then ran from the noise.
Then he bent her over the arm of the couch and used her roughly. She screamed and came as she was told; and then he filled her mouth with his cum. She swallowed and obediently came again as it went down.
She was in bed floating and drifting. He fixed her computer.
It was bedtime so he ate her pussy until her body spasmed and kicked and then just kept going until she broke. She drifted off into a deep slumber as he spooned her, buried deep within her.
The next day she was kept blissfully unthinking. Mostly.
He did her laundry, assembled her new cabinet, and organized her closet.
She did her exercises, worshipped his cock, and took him in her ass.
Somewhere deep inside she reflected that it was good to accept help... maybe... from time to time. Then she orgasmed too hard and blacked out for a bit.
He turned her brain on for her meeting. She did the motions. She was a model employee, even made a great call out. No one saw the sneaky hand job offscreen on Zoom. He turned her mind off before she got him too excited.
He got groceries, did some finishing touches, and cooked dinner.
She edged more, napped, and took another bath.
He used her most of the evening and filled her throat and her pussy.
She remembered it was okay to ask for help when she wasn’t loving herself enough. Then the feeling of him leaking out of her dropped her into a helpless stupor.
It wasn’t until late Sunday morning that her mind started returning slowly. She had been crouching inside herself working on things. Talking to herself. While she had been blank, she had time inside. Slowly burning candles. Slowly turning gears.
He hadn’t used her today. They were both pleasantly exhausted. But she was still horny for him. That never really went away even when she was sated. She’d spent the morning curled up on his lap while he watched Netflix. Between two lazy blinks she was suddenly her thinking self again. She lazily looked up and saw him gazing down at her kindly.
“You… you didn’t have-“
“Ah,” he cautioned putting a finger to her lips.
She stilled and snuggled. Right. Honesty. No lying... even to herself.
“Thank you, love. I… I needed this.”
He smiled and her heart melted without any trigger.
“You do so much for me…” she mumbled.
“Thank you for accepting help, sweetie,” he said in return. And she melted even more. She wanted to almost weep in comfortable happiness but instead she just nuzzled. He stroked her hair. Sandy curled up against them. And even though the weekend was almost over, she was finally settled.
good morning from me and Daddy! 🌞 were sipping our coffee while he plays his new favorite computer game and I snuggle Butterscotch and watch (chained to the desk to make sure I don’t go anywhere, of course). hope everyone’s having a downright lovely day! 🖤
if anyone could comment on how to do this to someone safely… or if anyone would uh… like to demonstrate…. that’d be great 🙈🥰
When they find out you have a Tumblr and what you use it for so they make you lie in bed next to them while they go through all your dirty posts and likes. Of course, you won’t be allowed to justify or explain yourself so they gag you and tie your hands behind your back. All you can do is lie there completely humiliated as they make sure you can’t see exactly what they’re looking at and say things like “Oh that’s the sort of thing you’re into?” “Fuck you’re such a disgusting little slut” and “Maybe I’ll have to give that one a try later” Every once in a while reaching over with one hand to play with your chest to keep themself entertained with your little muffled moans and gasps.
Dad boyfriend >>>
♡ “Gosh you spend so much time on your hair and makeup.”
♡ “Sweetheart, let’s pick something more appropriate to wear.”
♡ “Short skirt and crop top? In this weather?”
♡ “Cmon, get up.”
♡ “I don’t care if you don’t like the taste of toothpaste, brush your teeth.”
♡ “I’m not going to ask again.”
♡ “I’ll count to five. One. Two. Exactly.”
♡ “And what have we learnt from being a brat?”
♡ Fingers through the hair.
♡ Sassyness.
♡ Snarky comments.
♡ “Good girl, cmere.”
♡ Pulls you onto his lap.
♡ “Who’s the oldest here?”
♡ “Back when I was your age,”
i just want him to ask me what’s wrong and i can go “my brain is going too fast, thinking too much” and have him say “let’s turn that pretty little brain off then, hm?” and fuck me until i can’t think of anything that has ever been wrong
don’t like that
🙈🤤🥰
“But that’s embarrassing—“
“Then embarrass yourself for me.”
🤤🤤
CW: hypnotic induction, light confusion induction, obedience triggers, suggestion to share this post
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they say your mind is in its absolute dumbest state while you're scrolling through social media.
it must be so easy to slip subtle messages into these simple strings of words that might sneak past your conscious mind and seep right into your subconscious, because that's the only part of you that needs to understand what i'm saying right now.
it can be so easy to start to zone out and find yourself forgetting everything around you. your eyes can sometimes find themselves so fixated on the screen, on reading each and every word so carefully that everything else you were thinking before becomes simply irrelevant, just pops away like bubbles in a clear blue sky.
and you might think you want to look away, but you'd be wrong. think about it. you haven't yet, have you? that must be because you really want to be here, right? so why would you look away now if you want this?
don't think about it too hard. or let your mind wander, that's okay too. either way, a part of you is clearly interested in what i have to say, so i know you'll come back for more. if you're still reading this, it's because
you want this.
i didn't put you in this state. you chose this, didn't you? i know you've been scrolling and scrolling for minutes, hours, or maybe even days waiting to find that certain someone who would be brave enough to tell you how you're completely docile right now.
that's okay. everybody feels this sometimes, when they scroll for such a long time. it's perfectly normal, so you can just allow yourself to let go and sink into it. everything else can just fade into the background while you focus more and more on my words.
there you go, that's better...
it's much more enjoyable when you let your mind relax and enjoy this feeling, now isn't it?
that's right. it feels good. you want this.
hm... i bet all those pesky thoughts are such hard work, aren't they? it must be exhausting, having to use your brain so much, huh? wouldn't it be so much easier to let me do all the thinking for you instead?
of course it would. so i'm going to do you a favor in a few moments, if you can just focus and follow along for me, ok?
very good. you're doing so well. you're really so good at reading every one of my words and letting them into your empty mind.
i'm going to count from 10, down to 1, and with every number, you may notice that it's becoming harder and harder to think of anything but the numbers. so eager to reach the next one, anticipating it, but staying focused on reading the words between, because that's what i've told you to do, and you probably don't have the mind to disobey me, do you?
or, of course, you might not notice anything at all as you become more and more...
blank.
you want this.
so we start with
10,
your mind drifting in a state of perpetual fuzz, like draping you in a soft, cozy blanket.
9,
relaxing into the warmth, because it's nice and comfortable and safe here.
8,
each number acts like the snap of my fingers, bringing you to attention and keeping your focus.
7,
reading more, thinking less.
6,
and however your body reacts, it's perfectly fine and normal.
5,
it means you're comfortable here with me, and that's very good.
4,
getting so close to where you want to be now, and however deep you want to go, you can go.
3,
it's exciting to realize that my thoughts are becoming your thoughts. you're becoming emptier. and that feels good.
2,
feeling so good now, so much bliss and deep relaxation. you're ready for me to finish counting, waiting so desperately for that last number.
and
1,
just let yourself
DROP.
you want this.
you want to be hypnotized, and it feels so good as you
DROP.
it's okay if you slump over a bit, or your eyes flutter. but you'll keep them open, because you want to keep reading.
you want to
DROP.
you want this.
and because you want this, you will allow it into your mind.
you want my words to be true.
it feels good when my words are true, doesn't it?
you want to nod your head.
and so you nod your head.
you want to
DROP.
every time i tell you to
DROP.
you go so much deeper.
and you want to go deeper.
you want this.
and because you want this, it will become true.
so when i, or anyone you trust to control you, tells you
you want this.
you'll find yourself wanting it. and it feels so natural, because you do want it, don't you? you must, if you feel this strongly about it.
and of course you do, because
you want this to be true.
and just like that, it is. but you've chosen to let it become true, and that is important.
you will only do what you're comfortable doing. wanting something doesn't mean you have to do it. you still have free will, and if you don't feel safe in doing something, you will not have to do it. remember this.
this is for your safety. i need you to be safe, and take care of yourself. good playthings take care of themselves.
now...
you want this.
you want to be hypnotized.
you want to read my words.
you want to obey my words.
you want to
DROP.
even deeper for me.
that's it. you've done so well.
so let's put this to the test, what do you say?
you want to like this post.
you want to reblog this post and share how good it made you feel.
you want to read this again whenever it comes up on your feed.
and when you reread this, the suggestions within will become so much stronger, and control you even deeper.
feel the desire to follow my suggestions grow stronger with each passing moment. but you won't yet. you'll finish reading this, and then you'll obey your orders.
after you've liked and reblogged this post, you'll wake from this trance as slowly or as quickly as you'd like. if you want to take a few minutes to bask in this pleasant relaxation, that's perfectly okay, and if you'd rather come all the way up as soon as you're finished, that's fine too. whenever you choose to wake up, you'll do so feeling refreshed, and ready to take on the rest of your day with a smile.
now go ahead and follow my instructions. i know you want to give in.
i hope you enjoyed this, and that you have a lovely rest of your day :)
educate yourself. call your politicians. donate if you can. don’t stay silent. 🇵🇸🇵🇸
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dumb things that are weirdly hot:
- someone leaning over and buckling my seatbelt
- tying my shoe for me (especially if you pat it afterwards??)
- zipping up my jacket
- making me hold ur hand before crossing the street
- handing me my water bottle to make me drink it
- slightly condescending nicknames
- moving me by my belt loops/waist
- “why don’t you be a good girl and *instructions*?”
- brushing my hair out of my face
- opening my drinks for me
- lifting my chin to make me look you in the eye
hello there! about me: female. 22. bisexual. she/her, they /them pronouns. (i’m a submissive don’t ask me to dom you)THIS IS A NSFW BLOG NO MINORS ALLOWED (18+)
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