January 2015 – Page 4

wrigglesandgiggles:

hypnosis-slave:

guy-plays-with-dolls:

This is actually something I’ve always wanted to try with hypnosis-slave.

Strap her to a chair. Make sure her wrists, ankles, and neck are secured in place. I can already see her muscles tighten as she looks at me with fear and apprehension in her eyes. She’ll give me a look that says “Sir, please, I’m nervous.” I’ll comfort her by stroking her head tenderly, kissing her quivering lips, and holding her hand as I assure her that I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her.

As I’m holding her hand, I stare deep into her eyes. I look into them, so piercing, so sharp, so nervous; there is no denying how she eels about this, but the fear outweighs the arousal. So as I gently rub her hand, and look deep into her eyes, I simply tell her to relax. I tell her to forget about the training and just focus on my warm, inviting eyes and my comforting, soothing voice.

I spend a lot of time doing this, much longer than usual. I don’t want to leave her scared. I want to leave her relaxed, completely at peace, ready for what’s to come. And as I feel her grip on my hand relax and, eventually, fall, I tell her how deep she is. More relaxed, more soothed, more comfortable than she’s ever felt before. As I soften her mind, I’m slowly, delicately, attaching the vibrator to the chair. The tip is right in between her wet, pink lips.

When I’m certain that she is deeply relaxed, and even deeper under my control, I release her hand, stroke her hair, and kiss her forehead. The TV is right in front of her now. I ready the loop and place the noise-cancelling headphones over her ears. I adjust the volume accordingly; I don’t want to jolt her awake.

I carefully remove one of the earphones and whisper into her open ear, “When I count down from ten, you’re going to wake up for me. You’ll see and hear things, very important things. And with your mind cleared and your thoughts gone, you will listen to and absorb everything that you see and hear.” I repeat a few more times for emphasis before counting down. I start the loop immediately, and when I finally get to one, I gently place the headphone back onto her ear.

The sounds don’t start immediately. Instead, they slowly grow until they’re all she can hear: women moaning, whimpering, pleading, cumming. A few select words thrown into the mix: “thoughtless”, “sex slave”, “obedient”, “good girl”, “so wet”, “suck cock”, “lick pussy”, “fuck me”, with the phrase “good girls don’t think” spoken twice, a few tiny decimals louder than the other subliminal words.

On the screen, image after image after image of sexual acts, girl-on-girl, deepthroating, bimbos, anal, titfucking, squirting, kneeling, obeying, submitting. All far too fast for a regular mind to comprehend, but my doll’s mind, empty and susceptible, absorbs every image like a sponge.

As I stand behind her, I slowly turn on the vibrator, which buzzes at a modest speed on her pussy. She drools. She never resists. She never misses me. She never has a stray thought make her question anything.

She just sits there, learning, accepting, submitting. Being my doll.

This goes on for a half hour. I see her body shaking from behind, beads of sweat gathering along her pale skin, the sound of tiny droplets raining down onto a puddle of pussy juices. She hasn’t cum, but she’s also never been hornier in her life.

As the images slowly fade to block, the sounds disintegrating to silence, I slowly approach her. Her eyes are flickering, only half open, and drool has been cascading from her dry lips for a good long time. I hold her hand comfortingly. It takes a solid five minutes for her eyes to focus on me, and her breathing grows heavy with need. I take a cup of cold water and place the straw in her mouth. She drinks every last drop, and closes her eyes as she feels the straw in between her lips.

As she sucks on the straw, hungrily, desperately, I remove her restraints. She slumps over, the straw dropping from her mouth. She looks into my eyes and I see in her face that she’s the horniest she’s ever felt in her entire life. I’ve seen desire before. I’ve seen hunger and desperation and want before. But for the first time in her life, my doll experiences raw, insatiable, primal need.

Mmmmmmmmm I want this so badly

Speaking from experience I have great success with something similar…

1st time: tranced My fucktoy to sit in a wooden chair (I brought up from the dining room for strong arm rests), bondage taped her to it, put headphones on with a recording I had made for her looping essential mantra stuff and My power over her. Put a blindfold on her, checked again she was safe then played on My gamecube for a few hours smirking wickedly when I heard her start to whisper the words back. After I felt she’d had enough I let her go and My word. It was like she had walked a desert and My pussy was her only source of water. Sufficed to say it was a success 😉

2nd time: similar to the above to re-enforce the act.

3rd time: simply commanded her to the chair as she was being bratty. This time when she closed her eyes I pointed to the monitor and loaded a spiral which occasionally fired out words and images. Then this time pretended to leave the house (left My room where she was trapped in brainwashing). Making sure to check on her every 5-10 mins without her knowledge and getting a huge thrill from hearing her whimpering mantra and desperate need to obey escalate. After an hour I came back, slipped a vibrator into her soaked panties and ballgagged her. After half an hour of her muted screaming (in pleasure) I turned it all off step by step, massaged her muscles and gently held her while she ‘cooled off’.

Sufficed to say she now sees the chair as less punishment more reward.