Tag: bdsm

shaman58:

Would you like to make a little wager with me? I’m sure you will find the stakes interesting.

This woman is my hypnotized sex slave. Her mind belongs to me, and she willingly and eagerly will do anything I want.

She is very responsive. Licking and kissing her pussy drives her wild.

Here is the wager: go down on her and try to make her orgasm, and while you are doing that, keep your eyes open and gazing into mine. If you stare into my eyes long enough, you just might fall into a hypnotic trance. If that happens before you make my slave come, you, too, will become my hypnotized sex slave.

But if the ministration of your tongue and lips makes my slave come before you have surrendered to the hypnotic power of my eyes, then I will give her to you. She will be your hypnotized sex slave, and she will do anything you want, willingly and eagerly.

She is quite obedient and very responsive, quite devoted to her owner’s pleasure. I shouldn’t pass up this opportunity if I were you. Besides, if you are determined enough to win her for yourself, it should be easy to resist the temptation to fall under my hypnotic spell.

And suppose you lose the wager and surrender to my hypnotic eyes. I will use you for my pleasure, and you cannot help but enjoy that. You will find that becoming my hypnotized sex slave is the most satisfying thing imaginable.

So there is no downside. Either you win this delightful woman as your sexual plaything, or you slide irresistibly into the bliss of being mine. I’d call that win-win, wouldn’t you?

(source: @aliceisinlesbianwonderlandagain; via @carebearpanties​)

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*Fails wisdom saving throw intentionally*

spiralsmakemesleepy:

hypnoswriter:

As per a request.

My eyes felt heavy, and the world felt distant. When he spoke this way, in that odd cadence of his, I could feel myself slipping a little. When we were still in high school we used to play hypnotism. Or rather I’d let him dangle a pocket watch that he’d bought at a mall kiosk in front of my eyes and drone on and on because we had been friends since we were young and I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was a load of bullshit.

That’s what I recognized the voice from, his attempts to hypnotize me. It never worked of course, I’d just play along and close my eyes when he told me to sleep and then stop paying attention until he told me to wake up.

He was counting down, from five to one. I yawned as he got to three, thinking about how late I’d stayed awake the night before. My eyes blinked as he hit two and at one they closed. It was relaxing to just let go like this, not into hypnosis like he thought but just to stop worrying about the world for a few minutes.

It’s awhile later, it doesn’t really make much difference and I don’t bother to check, when I open my eyes. He smiles expectantly at me and I stand and undress for him. I know he wants it, I know we’re just friends but it feels okay to do. Natural, and it’s not like we’re dating. I can be naked with him as much as I want, we’re old friends.

“So about that sorority,” he says as I sit in his lap so he can fondle my tits better.

I nod. We’d been arguing about that for awhile. He thinks it would be good for me to get out and join one. I think he just wants me to wear a bunch of makeup and ditz myself up to fit in. 

“I signed up,” I say, unbuttoning his jeans, “I just wanted you to stop bugging me about it.”

“Good Girl,” he says guiding my head down towards his cock. 

My lips wrap around it as I take it into my mouth. My last boyfriend had always been trying to get me to give him head, but I never liked the feel of a dick at the back of my throat. Of course being an old friend Michael had taken it upon himself to show me how, and now I pay him back by regularly blowing him.

It’s the least I can do.

He pets my head, and repeats, “Good Girl.”

I feel a flush of pride as I suck. I love being a good girl.

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Very nice

I need better friends…

Another email with pictures of your girlfriend. But this time forwarded by one of your employees, along with a finger pressed to lips shushing emoji and a laughing emoji.

“Thanks for everyone who participated in the raffle! We raised a lot of money for charity. To show my appreciation, here are some picture Jeremy took of our fun after he won the Wife for a Night drawing. Want to see what happened after? You’ll just have to wait for the next raffle and buy more tickets ;). Think I should do another one for the Valentines Day party? Remember, my
New Year’s

resolution is going to be to give up on birth control, so leave those rubbers at home.

Oh and don’t tell Lon. I finally convinced my loser boyfriend the last email was all a big misunderstanding (lol). Thanks to Margaret for spiking his drink.

xoxo

Your boss’ slutty gf”