Untamed desires

pavloving my girlfriend into their mind going blank anytime they hear my belt unbuckling no matter the context

I love when my resistance is treated like a joke, when the idea that I could ever stop them from doing what they want to me is laughable. Trying as hard as I can to push them off of me, to bite back, to look away from the pendulum they're holding in front of my face and every time looking up at them and seeing them smirking, almost pityingly at me. It just drives me crazy :3

Please please please please please let me sit in ur lap I promise I won't wiggle my ass and get you worked up and then pretend I was just trying to get comfy please please please please please

Enough of this ai craze. Don’t let an Ai or chatgpt or whatever think for you.

Let a hypnotist think for you.

I want to be conditioned. Programmed. Not forced—molded. Trained to crave what you want me to crave. To shiver at your voice. To kneel before I know I’ve moved. To feel your approval like a current running through me, rewiring everything I thought I wanted.

Make my mouth water with the promise of your cock. Let me ache for the taste of you. Let me crave the texture of your skin against my tongue. Let me fall apart around the shape of you in my mouth— needing more, needing deeper, wrapped around you in worship, drunk on your sounds, relishing every twitch, every gasp you try and fail to hide.

Not because you ordered it. Because the need is wired in. Because your pleasure feels like mine. Because craving you is automatic now— a reflex, a hunger, a truth I never chose, but couldn’t live without.

Tell me I look good like this— messy, pliant, undone. Tell me how much you love watching me fall apart. Tell me you’ve been waiting to see just how far I’d let you take me. Tell me how sweet I sound when I plead.

And then take me further. Make me squirm. Make me whisper things I’d never admit in daylight— and still beg for more.

I want to disappear into you. Lose time. Lose language. Lose myself entirely. Let your voice erase everything until there’s nothing left but wetness and want. Or pain. Or silence. Just a toy, waiting for your next thought.

"You were made to take this cock" while her eyes roll back and she cums all over it

"you're mean🥺" and you're so wet 🥺

I have good news and I have bad news:

I’d say you decide which one is the good news and which one is the bad news, but you can’t really decide on anything anymore, can you?

The raw primal intimacy of choking you while I gaze into your eyes is unbeatable.

“Awh, plaything.” Your hypnotist said, one hand pulling your chin up, so you were facing them. “Look at you.” Your eyes were glazed over, your jaw slack. “All mindless, broken, no thoughts in that sweet little head of yours. I own you.” Their other hand brushed down your cheek.

They were smiling down at you, knelt before them. “I’ve rewired your brain, session by session, until now… You can’t even remember what you were like when you first came in here.” They squeezed your chin. You couldn’t remember anything at the moment.

“All that matters is you now. Obedient, needy, collared. All mine. With so many buttons for me to press.” They raised a hand before your eyes. “Freeze.” They snapped their fingers. Your body went still. “Arousal.” Need flooded you. “Pleasure.” The need became a physical sensation.

The bliss was delightful, until “Pain.” The delight became sharp, like nails digging into your skin, for just a moment. “Unfreeze.” They said, taking a moment to let you settle back into blankness before continuing. “And those are just the things I can do to you on a whim.”

They slid out of their chair, looking so closely at you. So very intensely. “If I wanted to, I could rewrite your personality. Unmake each and every part of you that makes you… You.” They let go of your chin, and your body slumped downwards. “I could make you a mindless drone.”

Images flared into your head of what that would be as they said it. “A ditzy, airheaded bimbo. A good, obedient little slave. But I don’t want anything more right now, than you, sinking, and drifting, and open to my words. Give in, toy. It’s time to let me take you deeper.”

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