Twinklestarchild04 - Welcome, Cutie!

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! 🖤

We need a conviction. #FAFO #StillWeRise

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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 :)

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what if you go to the doctor w/ your dom, bc you just ache down there so much that it can’t be normal. and awkwardly you stutter this out to the doctor as your dom sits in silence in the examination room, a mild look of amusement in their eyes.

and the doctor opens their mouth and asks, “how long has it been since you’ve orgasmed?”

“w-what?” you stutter out, already feeling the tips of your ears burn with humiliation.

the doctor’s eyes flick to the collar around your neck, to the confident stance of your dom. “how long has it been since you’ve let them cum?” the doctor asks casually.

your dom is entirely unfazed. “months,” they reply casually “but i edge them a few times a week.”

your thighs brush together, seeking sensation just thinking about it. the doctor tsks and places a hand on your inner thigh and spreads your legs. again, you burn red and your dom shoots a casual glance towards you.

“your sub needs an orgasm,” the doctor states professionally, snapping gloves on and spreading your thighs. “may I?” they ask your dom instead of you. your dom nods.

“this is highly professional,” the doctor tells you. “there’s nothing wrong with me touching you like this. this is all business,” they coo, slipping their fingers into you.

they make a pouty face, mocking you. “you trust me, don’t you?”

you nod, almost lost in the haze of horniness and subspace.

“I would never do anything to hurt you, you know this!” they tell you in a patronizing tone. all you do is spread your thighs wider. and then they laugh. “god, you’re already horny. what a little slut,” they mock.

desperate and sensitive, you buck your hips into their palm with a whine.

your dom tsks. “slap them. they can’t move their hips.”

you feel the rubber gloves of the doctors other hand squeezing your face, peering at you curiously, tilting your chin from side to side, tugging at your mouth. the warmth of their fingers leaves your face as they drop their hand, then bring it up again to slap you. hard. but you stay silent.

“awww, they liked it,” the doctor hums, returning to their place between your legs.

“so tell me,” the doctor states, casually, continuing to stroke you, “what did the patient do that was so bad that they couldn’t cum for months?”

you whine, embarrassed that they’re talking about you like you’re not there.

“they masturbated and then lied to me about it,” your dom hums. “but I suppose their punishment is over,” they shrug, watching with a glint in their eye as the doctor finger-fucks you.

“what a good little toy,” the doctor smiles wickedly at you, wrinkling their nose. “I’ve got to get myself one of these.” they add another finger, and you yowl - it feels like they’re stretching you out. fuck, you think to yourself.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” you sob out, digging your fingers into the examination table. you glance at your dom for permission, and they nod, so you fall apart with a desperate scream.

the doctor snaps off their gloves with a small smile, and leaves you there on the table - spread out and panting, still dripping, makeup running down your face with tears.

“I’ll leave you two alone for a while - in case there’s anything else you want to check up on,” the doctor winks at your dom before walking out.

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,”

Dear Caregiver,

Please feel free to put me into my headspace (especially if I’m having a bad day). It reassures me that you don’t find my headspace annoying and being in my headspace calms me and makes me happy!

this!!!

Sometimes the best part about slapping your little slut isn’t even the actual impact, it’s the anticipation she feels. I absolutely fucking love to beat the fuck out of her pussy or her ass with my hand, or even her face, and watch as she gets all tense and clenches her body when she sees my hand coming in hard for another one. But naturally, I throw a few fake ones in there. Make it look realllllll convincing before stopping just short of contact, hearing her whine because she so badly needed my touch, even if it was to beat her into submission. It makes the real ones that much better.