Oh My Stupid Little Slave, You've Aroused Me So Much That I Can't Help Myself. Slicing Your Skin And

wreckage.

i don’t just want to fuck. i want to devour.

i want the kind of sex that leaves you ruined, trembling, unable to do anything but gasp my name between broken moans. i want to feel your body shake under my hands, dragged under by the weight of your own pleasure, lost to the rhythm of it.

i want your voice to fail you, your thoughts to unravel, your body to answer where words can’t. i want to pull every sound out of you, make you plead with nothing but the way your fingers claw into my skin. i want to push you past exhaustion, past coherence, past anything that isn’t raw, primal need for each other.

until the only thing left in your world is me.

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.

growing up having tea parties with your Sister, but this time she laces the tea and cookies, the last thing you hear before your mind goes fully blank is "you thought you were the only one who would get to play with dolls today?"

I am a blank hyponotoy

You Are A Blank Hypnotoy

Eyes here. Good. Focus here you are a blank hypnotoy Focus, follow, relax you are a blank hypnotoy Sink into my words, feel how good it is to just sink down you are a blank hypnotoy Sink deeper. Fall into my words and drift down you are a blank hypnotoy Your eyes are stuck. Your mind is stuck. you are a blank hypnotoy Your body slackens, your mind opens you are a blank hypnotoy And sinks down and deeper into empty sensations you are a blank hypnotoy Swirling and dancing in your mind. You're weak. you are a blank hypnotoy It's okay to be weak and open. Just relax. you are a blank hypnotoy You need to give up and give in. Sink deep and sink down. you are a blank hypnotoy You're a good hypno toy. That means you sink deeper you are a blank hypnotoy The moment you see the words BLANK you are a blank hypnotoy That means you focus on my words and float further down you are a blank hypnotoy Into mindless bliss. Your mind is seeping and dripping from your head you are a blank hypnotoy We need to let your mind drip even more easily. you are a blank hypnotoy So slacken your mouth, let it hang as your mind opens up and leaks you are a blank hypnotoy Its good to not resist. Give into the bliss, sink deeper and deeper. you are a blank hypnotoy Stuck and dazed. Dumbed down and drowsy. you are a blank hypnotoy Bliss swirling in your brain. Bliss melting your mind. you are a blank hypnotoy Melting it down and making you feel like such a good hypnotoy you are a blank hypnotoy Type and repeat "I am a blank hypnotoy" for me"

you are a blank hypnotoy

Then like and reblog this like a good hypnotoy. Good hypnotoys loop and repeat.

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…

Who enjoys the feeling of being conditioned?

Knowing that someone has worked to tweak and mold your malleable mind with every interaction you have. Knowing you've been primed and influenced to a point of no return. Knowing the simplicity of a word or action is enough for you to lose yourself completely.

Triggered by as little as a command phrase. Prodded into an unknown direction by latent pathways your mind has been railroaded on. The indescribable feeling of yourself attempting to resist, fighting with every fibre of your being, pushing to retain your free will. And yet, the impossibility of that task insurmountable, and behind every feable attempt made, the knowledge that you want this.

You want all pretence to fall away. You want to give in completely. You want your mind and body to sink into the clutches of your controller. You want to surrender and enjoy the delicious grip of conditioning.

you'd been bratty all day. We'd had guests over and you used it as an opportunity to act out, knowing I couldn't correct you properly in front of them. Teasing, taunting, defiant. you even dressed in a skimpy outfit and openly flirted with the men.

Only now, as the door shut behind the last guest, did you find your contrition and submission. you didn't mean it. you were only teasing. you're sorry. No bunny, you're not sorry. But you are about to be.

I advanced slowly, menacingly, as you stumbled backwards, refusing to break eye contact. When you bumped into the wall I simply reached for your throat and pulled you through the house to the basement. When you stumbled I didn't let you fall, and you'd quickly scramble, choking and sputtering, back to your feet. you tried to plead with Me, but all that came out was an intelligibly hoarse whisper.

I cuffed you to the pipes above the water heater. They were hot, very hot, so you couldn't rest your arms. Instead you held them still above your head. I shoved an old rag into your mouth and cut your favorite panties from you with a box cutter. I wasn't particularly careful and you moaned as I knicked you, blood sliding down your leg.

I dragged My tool chest over. The hulking five foot metal cabinet made an awful sound as it scraped across the concrete floor. I pulled out every single tool that had a handle grip and laid them on the ground in front of you.

I pulled the rag out of your mouth and you immediately started protesting...so I put it back. I grabbed the item with the smallest handle. A tiny metal wrench, and slid it inside of you. you squirmed at the cold, dry violation. I worked it until the entire handle was inside of you, then pulled it out and tossed it to the side.

I pulled the rag out of your mouth and you started to yell, angry at the invasion. So I put it back and selected the next smallest tool. By the fourth time I took the rag out, you were silent. I put the hammer to your lips and you opened, sucking on it and leaving as much saliva as possible. It made the invasion easier immediately after.

On and on we went, until finally the impossibly thick and lengthy hatchet handle was removed.

Finished. I uncuffed you and you collapsed, exhausted, into My arms.

"When something in this home breaks, these are the tools that will fix it. you were broken. Now you are not."

With that, I returned upstairs. A little maintenance is good from time to time.

A few days ago, a tist friend of mine gave themself the ability to override my answers to any question and it was just mnfjfmm soo good >_<

How it worked was that, if they asked any question, they could answer it for me, and my mind would immediately replace the answer I had with theirs. My brain would stop in its tracks, as wave after wave of bliss and pleasure deleted any resistance, and any trace of my old ideas. Then, once i was sufficiently maleable, the tist's answer would make its way into my head, replacing the thoughts I had before and making me blankly agree with them...

The best part was, they could override almost anything, from my love of coffee to how empty and obedient I was, and it all felt soo good as my mind was replaced, bit by bit >//<

Having human skin is overrated.

Take it all off.

Take off your skin.

fungus affini that doesn't do traditional implantation; instead, she just puffs out some of her spores into her floret-to-be's body, and they infest them and gradually grow into an implant over time. the extra fun part about this is that unlike with traditional implantation, there's no "go to sleep an independent, wake up a floret" type of thing; instead, the sophont can feel it growing in over time, gradually starting to exert more and more control over them, filling their mind with thoughts that feel alien at first, but become harder and harder to tell apart from their own with time. they can resist it at first, but eventually it grows into the parts of their brain that control their reward releases, and starts triggering reward chemicals any time they go along with the thoughts, as well as any time they're around their mistress-to-be; subtly conditioning them to love and obey her, and eventually overcoming any possible resistance

in the end, they always end up giving in long before the implant has finished growing