Category: erotic mind control

When I Call You A Faggot

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

All I wanted was some good pipe. I had heard that you could lay it down, so I invited you over. Yous a little younger than I normally like my meat but Sandra had told me how you blew her back out, and I needed some of that! I got you a little drink before we headed up to the room, but on the way, we bumped into my boy.

Now, I know he’s pretty and most people stop to admire that dark chocolate but you was doing more than admiring. I saw when you bit into your lip like you wanted to take a hunk outta my boy. That’s why when we got into the room and I gripped your already bricked up dick, I knew you was a faggot and said so. The look of confusion and excitement in your eyes woulda confirmed it if the flex in your dick didn’t.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Henry’s eyes flickered behind the spreadsheets and quarterly reports. Until, inevitably, he received another annoying text from his on/off girlfriend, Kelly, who was angry that he was at the office on a Saturday. “You shouldn’t put up with that,” I said, flatly. “She knows you’re working this weekend. Why does she have to start a fight with you about it?”

He stared at his laptop. “She’s my girlfriend,” he finally muttered, as if the definition mattered more than the drama. I leaned forward and the scent of my strawberry perfume wrapped around the table. I was furious that, yet again, Kelly had a burr up her ass and wanted to make Henry pay for it. Not to mention the fact that it had been a long, sexless winter for me and I was ready and willing to help him forget all about that bitch.

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Nail Day

Posted 1 month ago by Kayla

Nail Day

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The echo of my heels on the linoleum had everyone looking in our direction. A tiny pink leash dangled from my fingers, the matching collar locked tight around Jon’s neck. He wore a black sports coat and slacks, no shirt. His sexy chest and abs were on display as I totted him through the nail salon.

Older women gasped, and younger ones giggled. The little nail techs leaned into each other to whisper about the two of us in a language I couldn’t understand. It didn’t matter, though. It was nail day, and nail day is my favorite fucking day.

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hypnotherapy

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.

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Step-Sister Is the FemDom You Crave

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

“Travis!” My mother bellowed up the stairs, and my step-brother fumbled out of his room as I was coming down the hallway. He kept his eyes down as he passed me and whimpered, “Sorry, excuse me.” He was jogging to see what she needed, but I noticed he’d left his laptop open on his bed in his hurry. Curious as to what kind of porn he’d be into, I stepped into his room and gazed at the screen. A pleasant thrill washed over me, seeing his search history was all for FemDom porn. “Rita, I’ll be back this evening. Be sure to do your chores!” She screamed up the stairs, and I hollered back.

“Oh, don’t worry. They’ll get done.”

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Scent Training

Posted 4 months ago by Rita

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

Husbands are like hounds. They must be broken and trained. One of my favorite ways to break a married man is scent training. Take my Boss, Jack, for example. Jack had been married for eighteen years, happily, he claimed. However, when he hired me as his executive assistant, he couldn’t keep his eyes off me, and soon his hands would follow.

Getting Jack to cheat wasn’t tricky. I had asked him one day if I could change in his office, and I “accidentally” left my panties under his desk. Making it look as if I’d just missed them when I picked my clothes up off the floor. I knew as soon as he found them, he’d press them to his nose and his training would begin.

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Weaving a Web of Lies

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.

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Trapped In The Graveyard

Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Thick fog coiled around my ankles. I kicked the whisps away from my knee-high black boots and adjusted the backpack on my shoulder. Katie and Tommy dared me to spend Halloween Night in the oldest graveyard in town. It’s a hidden-away little plot with broken tombstones and this two-foot-high fence that does nothing to keep people out. The rusted fence may have had a purpose when the graves were dug, but now the rumors about the ghosts who live there are what keep people far away from the secluded site.

The beam of my flashlight bounces to and fro as I step over the small barrier. My skin prickled immediately from the temperature change. Fog no longer swirled on this side of the fence; it was far too cold. “I shouldn’t be here.” A whisper of a thought echoed in my mind, but I wasn’t one to back down from a dare. I’d show Katie and Tommy that the rumors were stupid. Obviously, ghosts aren’t real.

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Amber Chaperons Alexus' Professional Hypno-Therapy

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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Camming With My StepDad

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

Sometimes, when I get bored, I go on those sites where you cam with strangers. I like to be naughty and mysterious. I only show my tits until I find someone hot to play with who makes me wanna play with my pussy. I’d skipped over countless dudes who were all super boring, but then a face I recognized appeared on screen. It was my stepdad! He was in his home office, and I could even see pictures of me on the wall behind him. He was shirtless and rubbing a huge bulge in his boxers. I knew I should skip to the next person, but he could only see my chest; he’d have no idea it was me. And a large part of me wanted to see what was under those boxers.

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