#hypnosis
need t⸳ melt her thinkpan again.......... #nsfw #hypn⸳sis
I really ought to tag my #hypnosis posting. That last sleepy ribbing led to the spurious pilgrimage of no fewer than three lost souls asking me to “hypnotize them into liking” themselves or “mindjacking them into showering regularly also”. The poor huddled masses. By string and by spiral, you must be saved.
#MASTERBAIT THE ONLY TAG. FOR MASTERS OF BAIT. BAITING. AND DEFENSIVE TECHNIQuES. MEANT TO WILE WOMEN. BEGuILE MEN. AND DISTINGuISH THE ALPHA TOP DAWG SELF. FROM EITHER CATEGORY. TODAY WE ARE HERE TO DISCuSS. HORNY. YOu MAY MISTAKENLY BELIEVE YOu ARE GOD’S (MY) GIFT TO THE WORLD. THAT RESPONDING. AS I HAVE MANY uNDERSTANDABLE TIMES IN THE PAST. “FuRIOuSLY JERKED OFF TO THIS”. “CuRRENTLY EDGING. BITCH”. OR “DO NOT STOP. DID I SAY YOu COuLD STOP? I WAS NOT FINISHED.” BuT AS THE ONLY SuCCESSFuL GRADuATE OF THE CALIBORN CHARM SCHOOL OF THOuGHT. FLIRTATION IS MORE NuANCED. THAN CRuDE. BuT OTHERWISE ...Read more
We listen and we do not judge, addendum 1. Is there not something so rapturous about the bliss of being able to 'blame it on something in the water'? By most counts, our bodies are roughly 50% to 60% water. Quite consistently there is something in that water. Something that makes us behave. Strangely. And when the primordial oozes of chemicals graft themselves onto the pathways of our brain, slicked throughout the span of an entirely overexerted central nervous system, we become slaves to our instincts. The way hands interlock. The manner in which fingers conspire to unravel our primitive cloth and cov...Read more
If I may confess something untoward? I have come to the realization I may be microdosing hypnosis fetishism by peppering 'good boy', 'good girl', and 'sweetheart' appended at the end of my sentences with increasing frequency. The sub-perceptual dosage of control it affords me has become, for lack of a more savory phrasing, something of an addiction. In a manner similar to he who clutches feet by the heels and strikes up a spurious preoccupation with a woman's shoes, I fear I may have mocked the idea of exerting my will onto another nonverbally long enough for it to retreat into the dark recesses of ...Read more