Degrading & Praise Kink đ€
âOpen that filthy mouth and take it like the cum-hungry slut you areâ
âYouâre just my personal fucktoy, nothing moreâ
âI donât care if youâre full, youâre taking every dropâ
âOn your knees, mouth open â you know your placeâ
âIâll use you until you canât walk straightâ
âLook at you dripping like a desperate little whoreâ
âThat tight hole was made for my cockâ
âYou donât get to cum until I say so, fuckdollâ
âYouâre just here to be ruined, over and over againâ
âI want to see my cum leaking out of you all nightâ
âBut you said there was no possible way I could scare you Ellie. I remember the conversation clearly. You and I were finishing tea, it was a very warm Monday afternoon and you were rather determined in both tone and expression. In fact, you were certain to stand as you spoke, emphasizing your position on just how confident you were that nothing I could do would frighten you. Would make you cling to what little might be left of your self respect. And yet here you are, your barely clothed body pressed against a cold wall, a position I might add, you put yourself in. And me, but a step away from you, simply looking down at the torn and tattered mess you have become.  It amuses me that you think I am going to stop. That you somehow feel you will talk your way out of this predicament. Oh certainly you have your safe word which I will always respect. Something tells me you are a little tongue tied though. Go ahead. Use it. I will honour it now as I have in the past. You do not want to though, do you pet? No, you want to fight back, to resist, to prove to me you are not afraid. I like that. I appreciate the will of a doll, the determination of a feisty girl. So please, continue. Fight me. Give it everything you have. It will make your demise that much more enjoyable. For the moment your bottom lip begins to tremble and your beautiful eyes shimmer with tears, the knowledge that you no longer can fight the terror, will be my victory and the mere beginning of a night of succulent torment.â
âManipulating you?â Your hypnotist laughed. âOh, Iâm not manipulating you, silly. Iâm just giving you⊠Suggestions.â They waved their hand before your eyes, which lost focus for a moment, before a snap of their fingers brought you back to the moment. âThatâs it, toy.â
You blinked, finding yourself looking into their eyes. âSee? Youâre just so fuzzy and hazy. Itâs not my fault that you canât help but follow along with my every word. Although⊠I bet itâd feel really good to kneel before me right now, donât you?â They gave you a wink, smirking.
You took a moment. That did sound nice. You slipped from your chair, onto your knees. A soft moan escaped your lips as you did so, a rush of pleasure stirring within you. Your hypnotist laughed. âAwh, see?â They said, hand moving under your chin, brushing gently.
You nuzzled into the sensation. âItâs so easy to do what I suggest, because it feels good, doesnât it? Nod your head for me.â You looked into their eyes as you obeyed, feeling another rush of pleasure as your head moved up and down. âSuch a good plaything for meâŠâ
They grabbed your chin. Tight. Your felt your whole-body freeze at the intense contact. Pleasure and need spiking through you. âThatâs it. Youâre mine, toy. I might only be suggesting things to you. But youâre so well-conditioned that you follow all of my suggestions, donât you?â
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if someone could just put some aphrodisiac powder in my food without me knowing and then when Iâm super fucking horny just edge me until im mindless and drooling and my brain is broken that would be great thanks đ„ș
Need to open up a sub's mind, like a control panel. A panel of countless dials and switches, to be manipulated, as I wish... And, whilst browsing this control panel... I spot a dial labelled "Obedience"... What if I just... turned that up a bit? Slowly turning that dial... From 50... to 60... to 70... to 80...
all the way up to 100.
Completely compliant. Obedient. So naturally and automatically. Perhaps the sub would just allow themselves to comply and obey, vacantly and mindlessly? That'd be really cute, I think.~
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Beautiful? butterfly pupa.