You can feel this can’t you? Your nipples growing more sensitive with each pass, your hands so heavy and limp. Your clit pulsing as my voice gets you hornier, your nipples grow more and more sensitive and aroused and you are screaming inside for an orgasm, an orgasm that will leave you limp, pliable, submissive…
(Source: hypnotized-angel, via sapphicnessandmindcontrol)
His soft voice filled her mind. “You are focused on my voice, only on my voice. You feel what I tell you to feel. You see what I tell you to see.”
Yes, yes, his voice. His lovely voice filling her, stimulating her from beneath her skin.
"Lean against this tree, slave," he murmured. "Your arms wrap around it and you are frozen there, unable to move until I command you."
Her body complied without going to her mind for effort.
"Yes, you are frozen, able to feel my hands as they take over your very sensitive breasts. Yes, now your breasts are just as sensitive as your clit. So very sensitive. As I play with them, as my voice controls you, as you must be still and submit to my hands, the pleasure is increasing - but you are frozen. You can only cum when I allow it. You can only move when I allow it, because I am your Master and your are my slave. Feel my hands on your breasts, moving, slowly, slowly over them…”
(Source: bloadr.com, via acathedralofswanz)
My wish trigger is not my actual trigger. None yet.
This is what I’m in the mood for today. Feeling very horny and submissive.
I want someone to trigger me by calling me sleepy slave.
I want someone to be able to send me into deep, deep trance by playing with my tits.
I want someone to play with my tits - causing me to freeze, and then trigger me to go under while frozen.
I want someone to make me cum that way.
I want to hear myself saying, over and over, “Yes Master, I obey.”
"All my thoughts are in my clit. One touch will flick them away."
"I want your cock in my mouth. I need your cock in my mouth. Your cock hypnotizes me."
"I am a hypnotized sex slave. I am a horny hypnotized sex slave. I am a slave to my own horniness. I have no choice but to obey."
"I love to obey. Saying obey arouses me. I am helplessly aroused."
But on days when I get this stressed out, it’s all about the submissive and horny. The reason is probably pretty obvious.
The posthypnotic suggestions overwhelmed her; despite her struggle against her own impulses she found herself kneeling on the floor right there in the hotel hall, reaching for her pussy. She had to obey - no matter who might walk by.