Category: mind control

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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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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What Lurks At Night

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Like a whisper of the wind, you can almost convince yourself it’s nothing. The way it prickles along your skin is like a warning sign of danger to come. Try as you might, you can’t shake off what lurks at night.

A sensual demon slipped through your subconscious as you slept. Feeding you lustful thoughts you are ashamed of. Images of the young. The supple. The forbidden. You hate how hard it makes your cock, but you tell yourself, “It’s just a dream.” Remember what they say? What’s done in the dark always comes to light.

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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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Fall For Francie xXx 844-332-2639 xXx 208

Welcome to my office; I’m so glad you reached out and made an appointment. I understand that something in your life has taken over your mind. You feel helpless to pull away from the trigger, causing you so much harm. Fear those triggers no longer. By looking deep into my brown eyes, you can find all the reassurance you need. Everything is going to be alright.

You’re in luck. My brown-eyed hypnosis has helped many men replace a harmful trigger with a helpful one. Come sit on the couch beside me and hold my hands. Now look deep into my eyes and relax. Inhale as I look through you to find those harmful addictions and pull them out of your mind.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

My favorite sissy was already kneeling when I walked in, hands resting in his lap like the obedient little doll he was. Silk panties hugging that useless bulge. Lips glossed, eyes wide, eager. My favorite sissy. “Good girl,” I purred, running my fingers through his wig. “You’ve been waiting patiently, haven’t you?” He nodded quickly. “Yes, Mistress.” I leaned down and kissed his cheek—soft, slow. Then slapped the other one. Just hard enough to make his lip tremble. “Speak when spoken to, baby.” He whimpered. God, I loved that sound.

I made him crawl behind me to the bed, swaying my hips just to watch him squirm. He was already leaking through his panties—so easy, so desperate. “Take them off,” I ordered, and he did, revealing that pathetic little clit of his. I giggled. “Oh baby… still small. Still so useless. But you’re so pretty, aren’t you?” I dragged my nails down his chest.

“You’ll never fuck me like a man. But that’s not what you’re for.” He moaned as I pushed him on the bed, straddling his face. “This is your purpose, slut. You serve. Must worship and satisfy.” I lowered my pussy onto his mouth and he moaned Continue reading “My Favorite Sissy” →

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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Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

It was our dirty little secret, sneakin’ off to the old oak tree behind the property. That white man, he had me all worked up with them expensive gifts and his fat wallet. But it was that thick, throbbing cock I really craved. When he had me pinned to that tree, his strong hands gripping my flesh, I knew I was in for a ride.

He grabbed a handful of my wild hair, yankin’ my head back. “Fuck, baby. I love me a chocolate bitch in heat,” he groaned, grindin’ his manhood against me.”That’s it, say it! You want me to breed this sweet nigga pussy? Put a baby in yo’ belly?” His words sent shivers down my spine, even as they filled me with shame. I bit my lip, noddin’ frantically as he slid a finger inside me, makin’ me wetter than I’d ever admit. He pushed me to my knees, my face mere inches from his massive white cock. I hesitated for a split second, lookin’

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A Very Cucky Valentines

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Conning a loser on Valenties Day is one of my favorite things to do. This year, I knew it would be extra special. The guy I’ve been dating for the last six months is very sappy. He loves love and all of the bull hockey that comes with it.

Ever since New Year’s Eve, he’s been asking how I would like to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Personally, staying home and fucking till we break each other’s bodies would be good for me, but his little dick could never keep up with my expectations. I told him whatever he thought was romantic would be fine with me. Because secretly, I’d already planned to sabotage his love fest with a very cucky Valentines of my own.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

A masseur gave me a happy ending and it was worth every penny. I went to the spa for my weekly massage and there was a new employee there at the front desk. Tall white guy with muscles that looked like they had been sculpted by God himself. “Well hello there, you must be new.” I asked flirtatiously. “Yes, Ma’am I am. I’m Tyler. Jonas is out of town so I will be taking care of you today.” Jonas was the owner of the spa. Him and I had been friends for years and I was right by his side when he opened up this massage parlor.

“Hmm mm I’m sure you will.” I followed him to one of the back rooms to get set up. I had about 10mins left on my massage when I felt a hand firmly on the inner thigh. “Just try to take a deep breath ma’am. I’m going to finish you off.”. Shockingly, he slid his fingers inside of my pussy and finger fucked me. Gently but also aggressive. It felt amazing. My body had been in a permanent state of relaxation from the massage that I couldn’t control what would happen next. I Continue reading “Masseur Gives Me A Happy Ending” →