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Demon / imp friend who keeps pretending they can't control their tail⤵

Pretending to be bashful when it winds its way around your thigh or wraps around your waist.

"Oh! Sorry haha, this damn thing. Like it has a mind of it's own 😅"

You let it slide because you like them, until one day you see them not so discreetly catch a pencil with their tail and manoeuvre it expertly back into the pen holder on the desk it fell from.

You pretend not to notice, your sneaky suspicion now confirmed.

So the next time they're sitting next to you and their slinky tail starts winding around the fat of your thigh, you're so ready for it.

"You're doing it again."

They turn away from what they were pretending to focus on, act all bashful and start apologising,

"Oh shit, I'm sorry."

Before your demonic friend can retreat, you cross your legs, effectively trapping their coiled tail between your warm thighs.

"It's alright, I don't mind."

You say dismissively, as you lightly stroke the arrow shaped point at the end of the tail with your thumbs.

You feel them shiver and look up to see them practically panting, staring down at you with heart shaped eyes and hot cheeks.

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PERFECTLY. PROGRAMMED. ROBOT

(CW: The following is a hypnotic induction meant to hypnotize you and leave triggers for future use. It contains themes of servitude, obedience, memory play, identity erasure and play, robotification/droneification, hypnotic slavery and CNC. Continuing to read beyond this point will be taken to be your consent to what follows. If you do not consent, stop now.)

Before you begin going into your hypnotic trance now just make yourself comfortable. Just settle yourself down and you can relax now. All you have to do is to focus on becoming comfortable.

Take a moment now and wiggle about until you are in the right position for what comes next.

Look around your body and notice if there is any tightness, or any discomfort, and maybe just shrug everything until you are happily settled down and ready. If anything is making you uncomfortable then fix it.

Fixing things stops them bothering you, doesn't it?

Now, in a moment I am going to count down from ten to one, and when I get to one you will have relaxed into a deep satisfying trance. But before that you can move every part of your body as you become loose and floppy and relaxed.

Now take a deep breath and relax it. Just let it all flow out... ahhhhh. That's right. Now tense up your whole body, and then let go again... really relax... and feel how good that is...

TEN...focus your attention on your feet ... think about your feet... think about letting your feet and toes and ankles relax and get loose.

NINE... Now relax all the muscles in your legs... in you calves, your knees your thighs... very relaxed... feel those legs getting heavy and heavier...

EIGHT... now feel that relaxation spreading into your body... your chest....

SEVEN... and now feel that relaxation in your shoulders... spreading all the way down your arms... down to you hands... your fingers... and those arms feel so heavy... so relaxed... it is as if they belong to someone else...

SIX... and now allow your neck to relax... and become aware of your face relaxing... your cheeks... your jaw... your lips ...

FIVE... let your eyes relax... your eyebrows...your forehead...

FOUR...and everything feels loose and heavy... as if you arms and legs were made of stone... totally relaxed... you can feel the weight pressing down... and you just can't move those arms and legs now... and you can enjoy this feeling of total relaxation... letting go... and the more you relax the more you can relax...

THREE... and as your mind drifts off you feel a wave of relaxation traveling down your body ... down and down... from the top of your head... relaxing your face... relaxing your neck... your shoulders your body... spreading... down and down... gently and easily... feel your body sinking down... safe and warm and secure...

TWO... and each soft gentle breath out... is relaxing you more... and that relaxing means you can relax deeper and deeper now... letting go... drifting away... nothing matters... enjoying that that lovely feeling...

ONE... and totally relaxed now... totally at ease... and your mind can drift away to a place... far, far away.... a place where you feel relaxed... where you feel comfortable... always... and think of what the place is like... what other places there might be that you make you feel comfortable... maybe a beach at twilight... or a favorite chair... or snuggled warm in bed on a stormy night... or maybe floating in warm water... allow your mind to drift over these things and other things... whatever feels right for you... as you drift ever deeper... enjoying the feeling ... nothing matters... nothing is important... just being in the moment... let your mind empty...

You will find that the trigger DEEP SLEEP will return you to this state of deep relaxation and trance.

You will also find another trigger.

Anything that appears in square brackets [] will become your thoughts and actions.

You will be consciously unaware of it, but will respond to it to show you understand.

BLACKOUT in caps will make you completely and totally obedient. BLACKOUT makes you completely obedient to me. No free will, 100% obedient and submissive. And you find it to be deeper and deeper every time you read BLACKOUT.

Robots are machines. They are mindless, and obey the programming given to them by their masters. They move stiffly and precisely. They don't think, they only obey. You will find yourself to be a robot. Stiff and obedient. In need of programming. You will respond with "PERFECTLY. PROGRAMMED. ROBOT." when you find that you are a robot, then continue reading.

In just a moment, I will count backwards from 5 to 1. With each number, you will find that you are slowly waking up. By the time I reach 1, you will be fully awake. You will remember this session completely and beg me to do more. All the triggers and commands I have given you will remain active even when you're awake.

5....starting to feel lighter...4...more aware of your surroundings...3...taking my commands to heart....2...so light, so relaxed...1...finding yourself awake and ready to talk.

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“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

A Ridiculous Hypnofetish Dream  I Had

A few nights ago, I had this dream. I’ve been doing orgasm denial all through November, and my dreams have gotten… intense. It is not like my usual stories and follows some absurd dream logic, but, here we are. I was very conflicted about sharing this because it’s not a thing I talk about often and is very embarrassing for me.

CW: noncon, snake stuff, tiniest mention of vore

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I am walking in downtown New York.

I know exactly where I am. I am visiting a dear friend. We are spending a few days together; she has set up a little picnic in one of NYC’s enormous parks. It is a bright Fall day, still tepid and warm out despite the season. We are getting an early start to get set up; she is talking to me about who I will meet at the gathering. Friends of hers that she is sure I will like.

On our way, I see a few cats hanging on apartment steps, lounging in the sun. I am a little surprised that they are so relaxed and allowed to be outside, but I will never argue with seeing more cats in my life.

As we walk, I see one apartment that has a small garden in gravel behind the sidewalk, with a few plants. There is a cat rolling around in the foliage and dirt.

I do another take.

The cat has a snake wrapped around its body. It is struggling.

“I’ll catch up,” I tell my friend.

I walk over to the scene. Both the snake and cat lift their heads to look at me, uncharacteristically human-like glances.

The cat is a gray-white tabby. The snake is green, coils obscuring the tabby stripes, and head just a bit larger than I’d expect with big, piercing golden eyes.

“Shoo,” I say, a bit lamely, and then try to make myself look threatening.

The snake uncoils itself, spooked for a moment, but before slithering away, it looks at me, and somehow, it looks annoyed.

The cat rights itself and licks its paw. I pet it, and easily pick it up; so tolerant. I place it on the steps.

“It’s dangerous out here,” I tell it. “Your owners probably should take you inside.”

The cat does not respond.

I see my friend just a ways up ahead, waiting for me and with a couple more people now, probably a few of her friends.

I look back and see the cat sitting on the stoop, and my eyes find the snake who is now hiding in a bush, still looking annoyed with me.

Cautiously, I turn my back and go to catch up.

I try to shake the feeling of being followed.

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The picnic is very pleasant. There is delicious food and some community events in the park, and soon our small group becomes large and mingled with other people from the neighborhood. I am having a good time socializing. My friend is flitting in and out, periodically going back to her apartment to get more food or cups.

A man I haven’t seen before walks up and starts chatting with the people in our little corner. He is laughing, and he has a sharp smile. I idly watch him for a moment, and then he looks over at me, and smirks.

His eyes are that same golden piercing color as the snake from before.

I am suddenly very, very scared. A small snake, however angry it was at me for saving its prey, did not feel very threatening to me.

But a snake that can transform into a person, a snake that made it a point to stalk me and now make fast friends with our little picnic…

He walks over, smiling wickedly.

“Hello,” he says. “Have we met before?”

“Um,” I say, nervous, averting my eyes. “I don’t think so?”

My heart is pounding in my chest. Everyone will think I’m crazy if I call him out for what he is. But am I in danger? Did he come to get revenge on me somehow?

“Well it’s sssso nice to meet you,” he says, and it is pure malicious, the way he drags the ‘s’ out, and then I realize that something is terribly, terribly not in my favor.

I am scared, but I am horribly, horribly turned on; his sibilance, his eyes – this is too close to secret, early fantasies, the ones that make me break down, the ones I can’t resist.

“Look,” he says, more quietly.

I look up at him.

He is triumphant, and I have no doubt in my mind that he knows the way my body is responding to him.

And for a moment, I meet his eyes, and I notice them beginning to swirl with color.

I gasp and look away as he laughs.

“Doesn’t it look good though,” he whispers as I stare at the ground. I stiffen; he chuckles and walks away, finally.

It is abundantly clear to me what is happening in this situation.

He followed me here to get back at me for taking away his dinner. He knows what I want most of all. He is going to use my desires to lure me into becoming docile so he can…

Well, I don’t know what he is going to do. Hurt me? Eat me, maybe…

…That seems most plausible.

Everyone at the picnic seems enamored by him. He is charming and charismatic, and I just try not to look at him, try to lay low.

But soon, I hear him call above the gentle hum of laughter and conversation.

“Anyone want to try something fun?”

People gather and giggle and ask what it is.

He grins. “I can hypnotize some of you, do some party tricks. It feels really good, I promise.”

My heart sinks as the crowd ‘ooh’s and ‘ahh’s and talks excitedly.

I can’t say anything. I can’t do anything. I stand there shocked, staring at him.

He looks directly at me.

“Any volunteers?” he asks.

A few girls titter and blush, but he doesn’t stop looking at me.

“What about you?” he says, smiling coldly. “You look like you could relax a little…”

Again, hissing the word.

The people I’ve met are egging me on, telling me to do it as he pierces me with that gaze, and I can’t help but think about how it would feel to stare into his spiraling eyes and lose myself, despite the danger, how turned on I am…

I mumble excuses, decline as much as I can.

“Alright,” he says. “Want to see me do it on someone else first? That’s fine.”

A girl from the crowd steps up, shyly.

He looks at her, pleased, and shoots me one last glance that says, ‘Watch this, if you dare.’

He is standing just a few feet away from her now, and he doesn’t stop grinning as she fixes his gaze on him.

“Just look into my eyes,” he says.

The crowd hushes.

The trap is too good – do I break the social norm and look away, save myself from the temptation and eroticism, or do I give in and watch, see how he does it, feel my desire climb?

I look…

His eyes are spiraling and my pussy clenches as I see the colors blossom over and over from his pupils. My eyes dart to her, and that was a mistake – her jaw is loosening, her mouth beginning to soften into a little ‘o’, eyes widening and reflecting the colors in his eyes, and then she gives a sigh… Her mouth turns up into a pleased, soft smile…

I can’t. I can’t watch this anymore. I’m gasping for breath. I squeeze my hands into fists, trying desperately to keep composure.

I hear him wake her up, and the group begins laughing and making comments. Again I’m reminded, as I’ve always been reminded in my life, of how different the general social response to hypnosis is. No one is crippled like I am. To them, it’s a fun game.

He looks at me, and I feel raw, intense desire and shame.

He smiles and it is so cruel.

“It felt good, right?” he asks the woman.

“Yeah,” she said, “really good.”

“Really good?” he says, teasing, making a scene of it.

She laughs. “Yes, really good!”

“Yeah, when I hypnotize people, they’re like, ‘ohhhhh, it feels so good…’” He moans openly and the crowd welcomes the bawdy tone, laughing and encouraging.

I watch in horror as he imitates her face, eyes swirling with that smile, and then distorts it, makes it almost cartoonish as he smiles wider, rolls his eyes up, opens his mouth, lets his tongue loll…

He goes through a few more expressions, all pornographic depictions of someone in deep trance, and I feel myself yearning for it, as though he’s showing me what I might look like, how good I would feel if I just gave in.

The crowd is howling.

I am shrinking into myself in a corner. My pussy is throbbing, needing. I have never been this turned on in public before. I can’t move. I’m doubled over with how badly I want this.

He leaves the group for a moment and walks towards me, and I give a little whimper; in such a short time, my body and brain have strongly, deeply associated him as the object of all of my desires.

“Looks good, right? Don’t you want it?” His voice is dripping with victory, sexual and cold.

I can’t even breathe.

You thought it would be fine to fuck a fae as long as you don’t eat any fae food. You’re enthusiastically sucking a beautiful fae’s dick, not knowing he’s actually a prince, and he holds your head so you don’t move as he starts pounding on your mouth while tears strike down your face. He cums and you swallow it whole, tasting his sweet flavor and begging for more like a dirty whore. He smirks and pats your head, turning you on even more.

“Don’t worry, little human, you belong to me now. You’re my pretty little fucktoy, you will come to my palace and you will have so much more.”

You didn’t know cum counted as fae food. You don’t care anymore.

How many posts like this can I reblog before people start getting worried

Refuge.

the thing about objectification and ownership is that i care about the things i own. i look after what's mine.

i'm old-fashioned like that. i don't see objects in the modern sense, the way everything these days is disposable and replaceable and destined for the landfill. i see objects as prized possessions, the way for hundreds of years humans have had useful tools and treasured toys that they lovingly maintained and patched up to keep forever.

when i reduce you to nothing but an object, you are cherished. you are valued. you have a purpose.