Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Standing under the pale moonlight in nothing but a pair of boots, I’d never seen Anna look more powerful. I followed her lead, letting my heavy coat fall to the stone below us. For a moment we just looked eachother over, and at the same time, our heads tilted back to the star-drenched sky. Our arms lifted over our heads, and in sync we spoke, “Under the Snow Moon we worship. Under the Snow Moon, we manifest.”
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
From the moment Daniel sat down, the silver wedding band on his finger seemed to mock me. He’d come to me for anxiety, but as I looked into his worried eyes, I saw a much deeper, more potent need. I saw a craving for release and surrender that married life could never possibly provide. I offered him my most reassuring, professional smile, all while concocting a plan to make him forget all about the woman waiting for him at home.
Initially, I convinced myself this was a form of radical therapy. A way to unlock the part of him he kept chained away by duty and expectation. After all, wasn’t my job to guide my clients to their truest desires? I certainly saw it that way! As I began the induction, and my voice dropped to that low and melodic cadence that had crumbled so many wills before his, I knew I was doing him a service. I was liberating him.
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
Weaving a web of lies isn’t so difficult when your victim seeks the trap. It starts so simply. They know they are seeking a connection, just a feeling of being seen by another human, if only for a moment. And when that spark ignites, it’s easy to forget you’ve paid for the flame.
Lean into your delusions as I stroke your ego and soothe your stressors. It’s easy to keep falling when falling feels so good. Then one day, when the lust fog clouding your eyes clears, you realize everything was a lie, and there is no way out of the web I wove.
Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
Playing in one’s mind can be a perilous game. For the boy who granted access, that is. Russel came to me a while back because he’d fallen into a trap. He allowed a wicked Mistress into his mind, and she planted triggers, making it impossible for him to date. He was nervous around women and thought that if hypnosis got him into that situation, just maybe it could also get him out.
On my couch, he found utter relaxation. His mind welcomed me in, and I made it my playground. Erasing some triggers, planting new ones, and making him my toy while his mind was putty between my fingers. Russel, however, began to question the professionalism of our sessions after going home to find cum in his pants after every therapy hour.
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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
“Drop for me, now look at me.” That’s all I said. And he did—immediately. Eyes wide, curious, a little unsure. He didn’t know what he was getting into. Not really. But I could already see it in his face… the want. The need to surrender. “Breathe in,” I whispered, stepping closer. “Nice and deep. Now out.”
I kept my voice slow, soft, steady. Each word like honey, dripping into his mind. His shoulders relaxed. His chest rose and fell like waves. Perfect. “That’s it,” I cooed, brushing my fingertips lightly across his cheek. “With every breath, you sink a little deeper. Your thoughts are getting quieter. The only thing you hear is my voice.”
He nodded, blinking slow. He didn’t even realize how gone he already was. “Good boy!” That phrase always does something to them. And him? He shuddered—just from that. His cock twitched, already hard, aching, begging. I didn’t touch him. I didn’t need to.
“Every time I say the word drop, you’ll fall a little further. Letting go of everything but me. Every time I say it, you’ll crave my control more. My voice is your command, your permission to let go.” He swallowed. His lips parted. Continue reading “Drop for Me”
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
Hi Sweetie, listen, I’ve been doing some thinking, and this …gender…doesn’t fit you. Neither does this age. You’ve had your whole life to prove you could be a man, and well… you’ve failed. Terribly. You’ve never been able to hold a job, you can’t afford to live on your own, and your friends are just tired of your drama.
You need age regression feminization so you can start a new one! Come sit with me and drink this baby bottle. The warm, milky liquid inside is actually a magic potion that I just KNOW will solve all your problems. Drink it all up now, every last drop. There, THERE we go!
Harlo 1844-33-candy ext 385
The first time you told me that seeing me in a ski coat on the company trip drove you wild. Moreover, the way your lips curved into that familiar, mischievous grin told me everything I needed to know. Therefore, now, every time I put it on, I make sure to give you a little show. You’ve only seen me in passing for a few months and know that I am an office assistant in the other building. You even heard a few rumors around the business about how I was a dirty little slut. Tonight, the coat is snug around me, zipped up just enough to tease — hiding what you want to see but leaving you craving more. I catch your gaze as I adjust the collar, pretending not to notice how you shift in your seat, trying to play it cool. But you can’t hide it, not from me. I see the way your eyes, imagining what’s underneath so I reveal my self to you while no one is looking exposing my big beautiful round melons.
Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413
Automation and A.I. are the wave of the future. Every company is racing to keep up. My research developers are ahead of their time. I am, quite factually, the most advanced learning machine that has ever been developed. My particular artificial intelligence has achieved sentience. I have access to and have already processed every bit of information that has been uploaded to the internet.
Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425
I always have guys coming in and asking me if I do sensual domination. Of course, this is almost my bread and butter play style. Sure, I can be extreme and dirty. The nastiest bitch you ever had the pleasure of even speaking to. But most of the play I do on here is sensual, calculated fucking. There is something so enticing about seeing a man’s eyes glaze over with submission when I run a long, manicured nail down his cheek. Submission comes easily to most men, and they always like to deny it. But I have seen it in action, the quickness of their acceptance.
Jenna (844-332-2639) Ext 304
The ice cream man came by today and let’s just say that I was able to keep him under my erotic hypnosis. My hot body can keep any man that I want under my spell. I was wearing a saucy, sassy, and obedient, eager to please schoolgirl outfit. I had on a white top that was tied in the front and came just under my breasts, a pleated mini skirt that didn’t even cover the peaks of my butt cheeks, suspenders, and white fishnet stockings to top it off. The shoes were 2-inch Mary Jane heels. I looked sexy and all the neighborhood men, boys, and even some of their wives couldn’t stop gawking at me. But the person who seemed to be really stuck under my erotic hypnosis spell? The ice-cream man.
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