Deprived Of Spoken Language

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…

Oh to be a switch with a traditionally small subby body, only to be used perfectly as a dom... Big pleading doe eyes, filled with hunger and malice as they look their sub up and down, for the first place to sink their teeth Soft supple skin, perfect to gently coo or dote on their sub, and perform aftercare Lips and tongue so skilled, they can make their subs mouth submit without any more then a kiss, and a wet plop A small slender body so flexible and spry, able to reach every nook and cranny of the subs body, inside and out And once out of the bedroom, they put on the cutest oversized hoodie with a stitched in pair of cat ears, and a bright pair of thigh highs,,, no one would know just the depts. of her skills as a dom besides you, or whoever she shows you off to~

Here are some interesting facts about the raven:

• They are one of the most intelligent birds on the planet - they can solve tasks, play tricks on other animals and can count

• Ravens can imitate human speech just like parrots

• They can reach 2 feet in size from head to tail - bigger than some cats

• Ravens do things just for fun, such as sliding down snowy hills, swooping when flying, and they even build their own toys out of sticks and rocks

• People who have owned ravens have said they are cat-like in nature and can be very cuddly and affectionate, but can throw a strop when they don't get their way

• Science has found that ravens can communicate by "gesturing", and point their beak in certain directions to tell other ravens where to go

• When they reach adolescence, ravens leave their parents to find other teenage ravens and join "teenage gangs"

• Ravens are monogamous and mate for life

• Although they have been seen for centuries to represent death and sadness, ravens are compassionate, loving animals and will console their raven friends if they have been injured

All in all, ravens are amazing and beautiful animals!

It's so cute when girls get so flustered that they can only say (or even think) one word at a time.

"Oh"

"Wait"

"Want"

Their train of thought is almost totally derailed, and it only takes a little nudge to keep it that way.

Sigh, princess. Give Me those.

These are tax forms, princess. I know your ID says you're a big girl but these are complicated and you shouldn't be worrying your pretty head about them.

I'll take them, and the logins to all that silly money stuff you have online, and I'll handle it. I've been doing My taxes since before you were born.

Why don't you go get yourself ready for Daddy tonight? Go take your bath with the special bubbles and make sure you're nice and smooth for Me. No playing with the shower head, ok? That piece of you is for Daddy to play with tonight. Yes, I know every time you do that because you leave the hose twisted.

Then you can put your good smells on, crawl into bed, and wait for Me. Good girl, run along!

Why are you giggling...princess?!? Did you COLOR on this?

so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation, the goal of which was to find out exactly how little a person needed to live. they starved themselves, dressed carelessly, shunned friends, and hollowed themselves out so as not to be burdens on anyone but themselves.

i see it now, too, in the girls around me. i'll ask if they want care – a home-cooked meal, relaxed company, sex without the expectation of reciprocation – and they say no, no, thank you, i don't need it; what would you like, what do you want, because in their head they're still doing that awful calculus, still training themselves to disappear in the eyes of the people around them.

i don't think i'd have died without transition – not in the conventional sense, at least – but to take that leap, i had to stop thinking of myself as a human experiment in fuel-efficient living and start nurturing the anemic, atrophied flame of desire in my heart. i had to learn to eat well, to exercise, to style myself beautiful, but harder than that, i had to learn to ask the people around me to work on my behalf in order to enrich my life and give me the things i wanted.

and i did it; i learned. and it was agony, but courage is a muscle you can train, and every day i get better at accepting gifts with the hungry gratitude i never learned in my years and years as a sad, scared, lonely boy.

so be patient with the trans girls in your life. better than that: be proactive, attentive, generous; be forceful, if you have to, and learn to distinguish real discomfort from the terrified reflex of self-denial that so many of us once learned to rely on.

and if you are so lucky as to love a trans girl, you must insist upon her. you must insist upon her happiness, her comfort, her pleasure, and her rest, because she may still not yet know how to make those demands for herself. if you can devote any amount of energy to becoming an engine that nurtures the flame of even a single tgirl then there is a place for you in trans heaven, which as far as i'm concerned is the only one worth going to

Its funny, the less you breathe the more I like you.

Let's see how long my pretty little pet can go without hm?

Shh, bunny. A whole sentence is a lot. Use your small words. Wet? Yes, you are. Suck? Of course, little one. Whoa, that was a little too coherent, bun. Guess what time it is?? That's right! Gummy time! Here, eat this. Good girl. All those complicated things like full sentences will fade away again in just a few minutes.

Yes, I know you miss being smart but we agreed that keeping you this way makes everyone happiest. Listen to you and all your big ideas. There's nothing you can do. Five more minutes and you'll be a drooling horny mess again. I do enjoy these short talks while we wait for you to get stupid again though!

Waa? Yes bunny, here's your sippy cup. Wet? Yes, that's right, we were about to do something about that. Lay down and open your legs. Let's fuck you stupid.

PET

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.