Category: erotic mind control

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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No one knew where she went. One day she was laughing and joking with her friends, and the next, no one had seen her. The community was quickly called in to help in the Missing Francie case. The poor girl’s mother was in tears every time she retold the story of the last time she’d hugged her girl. Your arousal spiked every time you saw her wet face appear. She looked so much like her Daughter. You had thought guilt would pick at you, but it never came.

Days, weeks, months. Not a single trace of the girl could be located. You watched the news nightly, waiting to see if any new developments would come to light. Everyone was missing Francie, except for you.

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Just a Whisper

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I love how easy some men are to tease. It’s like their brain short-circuits with just a whisper. Last night, I was hanging out with some friends. It wasn’t really a planned get-together, just a few of us happened to be over at Stacy’s. Stacy and Molly were scrolling on their phones, comparing reels as they huddled side by side on the couch. I was making snacks in the kitchen when I heard male voices come through the front door. My head tilted to see if I recognized who the voices belonged to.

The husky baritone of Levi’s voice causes a shiver to race down my spine. He’s painfully shy, and tormenting him with coy smiles and gentle touches always makes for an exciting evening.

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Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Roger shifted nervously on the chaise lounge before me. He wouldn’t look at me, but I waited. I tapped my pen against the notebook in my lap. He cleared his throat, and my pen froze. “I have to confess why it’s been so long since my last session.” His voice was weak, as if he was scared of what he’d confess. Or maybe he was afraid of my reaction to whatever it was he had to tell me.

“Go on. This is a safe space.” I lied. My hypnosis therapy is a front for turning straight men into cock sucking faggots. They come in, often saying they’d like to quit smoking or watching porn or cheating on their wives and I offer my services. Only as soon as they are out, I train them to be secret cock suckers. After they wake up, they have no memory of the session and go on about their lives until their trigger is activated. Roger, hopefully unaware of all this, finally looked up at me.

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Edge To Me

Posted 5 months ago by Alexus

Edge To Me

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I know what it’s like when you want to masturbate but can’t find the RIGHT video or photo. You are rock hard, lazily stroking with one hand, waiting for something to trigger you. Your finger is continuously scrolling nonstop through the void of pussy and ass. You crave that one image that will spike lust into your balls and make you bust. But it gets harder and harder to find the more you look.

Well, stop right here. I am what you need to edge to. You know you want to. The desire and lust are right there for you to indulge in. Edge to me!

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

He thought he could handle me. He was confident when we met. The kind of man who thought he’d seen and done it all. “I don’t scare easy,” he said with a cocky smile, sipping his drink. I smirked. “You haven’t met a woman like me yet!” We went back to my place, and I could feel the energy shift as soon as the door closed. He kissed me hard—hands on my hips, tongue demanding. But I let him have his fun… for a minute.

Then I shoved him back against the wall, dropped to my knees, and yanked his pants down. “Still feeling brave?” I asked, stroking him slow, watching his breath skip beats. His hands reached for my hair. I slapped them away. “No touching!” I demanded. That was the first rule. “You don not get to touch the queen until I tell you too.The second came after I dragged him to the bedroom and told him to strip.

He obeyed, surprisingly quiet now. I tied him to the chair—naked, exposed, and so fucking hard he was dripping. “I’m going to ruin you,” I whispered, straddling his lap, grinding against him with just enough friction to drive Continue reading “He Thought He Could Handle 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!

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Drinking on control was the game. The forbidden cocktail of power and pleasure. It started with a clink of ice in a glass—innocent enough. Sweet. Fizzy. Just a little too pink. But tonight wasn’t about innocence. He told me to drink. I didn’t ask what was in it. That was the game. Consent whispered in the background of every command, every glance, every touch. I had agreed long before the first sip. The rules were known. The limits were drawn. Safe words tucked neatly behind my teeth, just in case.

The liquid slid down my throat like silk, warmth blooming in my chest. One drink became two. My cheeks flushed. Body loosened up. Thoughts, always so sharp and defiant, started to melt into something… pliable. He watched. Always watching. “You’re feeling it now, aren’t you?” he asked, fingers curling around my jaw. I nodded, unable to lie. My body was betraying me—in the most delicious way. Every sensation was amplified. Every word he spoke sent shivers across my skin.

He made me stand. Made me bend. Made me stay. The room spun slowly, like a carousel of lust. His voice was the only anchor I had, commanding and calm, telling

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The Clinic Will Help

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My feet paused in the soft carpet of the upstairs hallway, and my ears perked up. I could hear… sounds. You know the kind. Moans and grunts. Sounds that I shouldn’t be hearing from my young son’s room. It felt like the world had tilted on its axis! No, this can’t be happening. Not this soon! I knew he was growing up and becoming more of a man than the sweet baby I had nursed years ago, but I wasn’t ready to let him go!

I recently read about an age regression clinic where they helped Mothers with this exact situation. The next loud moan sent my feet back into action. I pushed into his room and saw what I hoped I’d been imagining. There he was, my sweet baby boy, hunched over his laptop watching porn with his cock in his hand.

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