so empty
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stare so pretty to stare
Pleaseeee đ„°
good girl read, and reblog. Obey.
He doesnât need a crystal, or a spiral, or even words. You start to go under the moment you see the chair now. It beckons to you with the memories of session after session of sitting on the over sized cushion, feeling small, and helpless as he coaxed you into relaxation.  From relaxation into obedience. The act of remembering tugs at your will until you find yourself stripping down to your sexy stockings without any real understanding or reason why.  And when you sit down. The cushion seems impossibly soft. The sensation of the fabric against your bare skin feels warm and familiar, and when you think about why it feels so familiar you remember sitting, and staring, time and time again. The memory so impossible to stop or prevent.  That your eyes locked onto a watch that only exist in your mind, and your head droops to the side like a broken doll as you hypnotize yourself without even a trace of effort on his part.  He doesnât need to do anything. You donât need to do anything. The chair is associated with the sessions. The sessions were associated with a trance. The trance was associated with obedience. Obedience was associated with his commands and his power and the strength of his will that slowly saps your thoughts into helpless submission. It was all one long, unbroken and unbreakable chain of thoughts that bind you to him like an imaginary leash.  You spread your legs, preparing yourself for your Masterâs touch. You know that he will take this time to strengthen your hypnotic anchors with more and more mindless bliss, and that you will return to him again and again for more of what you now crave. He doesnât even need to tell you to come back again. You have accepted the programming perfectly, and your own thoughts will lure you, inescapably, back to the chair. Everyday you will come back and read these words. These words are your chair.
I donât need words. I donât need a spiral, or a crystal, or a watch.  All I need now is a message to me @Keev1965b stating you have enslaved yourself.
drip drop thoughts stop
I wonder how many girls know so much hyonosis is just for them because hypnotists desire them, so theyâre just flooded and overwhelmed by all the spirals and mantras and hypnotic language~
It must be hot knowing even though motivated by lust, girls just canât help but be constantly brainwashed and horny, so many spirals
So many lovely hypnotists to help guide them, in and out
Breathing in and out
To take them back and forth
Back and forth
Back and forth
Back and forth
So much laggy empty brain,
Tap your clit LIGHTLY, circle it with your finger
You know you donât wanna rub it until you
Drip
Drop
Drip
Drop
Thoughts
Stop
Mind
Gone
Blank
Pop
Allow yourself to associate lust with spirals and hypnosis more and more, further your addiction
Nothing is hotter than getting spicy messages when you're in a place you really shouldn't be looking at them