*Good Girl*

*Good Girl*

Your eyes shoot open, staring widely at your own reflection in the bathroom mirror, as the sharp thought strikes your brain like a bolt of lightning.

*Good Girl*

You shudder with pleasure as your mind is suddenly and entirely consumed by those two words... The words your Owner whispers into your brain all the time... But Master didn't say those words this time, so where did they come from...?

*Good Girl*

You know you have to be a good girl, but of course you do. You need to be told what to do, what to think. Taking a deep breath, your thoughts retreat into the foggy pink cloud that your mind has become... Good girls don't think... Good girls are only pink...

Mindlessly going about your routine, your hands find the lip gloss on the bathroom counter top. Smiling vacantly at your own reflection, you admire the outfit you chose for the day; two braided pigtails surround your empty little head, resting on the pink crop top covering your tits. The words "angel baby" run across the top in black ink. Below your bare midriff is a pink and white mini skirt, just barely covering your tush, which is enhanced by the pink platform heels on your feet... Finally picking up the pink tinted glitter lip gloss, you rest your elbows on the counter to apply the gloss, bending at the hip to make it very clear you're not wearing panties. Almost as soon as the brush hits your lip for the first time, your eyes glaze over while staring deep into the mirror...

*Good Girl*

As if you were zoned out, suddenly everything becomes much more enhanced... Your elbows are aching from resting on the counter top for too long... Looking in the mirror, you realize you have put on too much pink glitter lip gloss... It's dripping off of your lips at this point... drip... drop... As if you were putting it on without stopping for ten minutes... Your lips are dripping... drooling... drip... drop... You can feel something dripping between your legs... Squirming and rubbing your thighs together... It feels like... cum... drooling from your pussy... drip... drop... Onto the floor next to your heels... Master's cum...? Your head is even more foggy then usual, but you manage to form some words....

"uuhn... M-m-maaaaaster..."

You look over at your Owner... He's naked, his cock pulsing from having recently unloaded, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he looks over at you... He can't hide his satisfaction...

"w-wh-what habbened?"

Your lips seem heavy as words almost spill from your lips; you find it difficult to speak as the excess lip gloss causes your speech to appear even slower and dumber than normal...

His words are a deep whisper in your ear, making you tremble as thoughts of obedience bubble through your mind... "Don't you remember, doll? I remodeled the bathroom... I installed the new mirror last night, don't you like it...?" Your lips hang open, vapidly drooling and dribbling down your chin as you stare up at Him with bambi eyes... He gently grip your jaw with my hand and whispers calmly, "Why don't you take another look?" He places another hand on the back of your head and gently forces your head to turn, until you face the mirror again, and a comforting sight awaits you... Master, naked and towering over his bimbo as she leans onto the countertop... dripping... drooling...

*Good Girl*

You zone in again, no longer in front of the mirror, and your tongue hanging out... no... It's licking... adjusting to your newfound position, you realize you've been obediently crawling and licking the bathroom tile... The cum that had been dripping out of your pussy onto the floor is now back within you... The flavor dances on your tongue as you lap and swallow until the floor is clean... Still, you're not in control of your body... As if in a trance, you use your fingers to open your mouth wide and move your tongue around, presenting your empty head up to Master while on your knees, wiggling your little tush...

"Good girl"

You shiver with pleasure as you hear your Owner actually utter the words this time...

"Now that you've swallowed up the mess you made, you need to clean up Master as well..." Crawling over to His cock, seemingly powerless to do anything except obey, your lips curve into an innocent smile as you kiss the tip of His cock before wrapping your lips around the head... Slowly, you begin bobbing your head up and down, leaving a trail of slime and pink glitter lip gloss on His shaft...Your mind quiets down as the confusion disappears now that you are where you're supposed to be... On your knees, serving Master... After several blissful minutes with your pigtails firmly in Master's clutches, you can feel His cock swell in your mouth before erupting at the back of your throat, cum coating your tongue as it's removed from your wet hole with a *pop.*

You lick your lips and grin up at me, happy you didn't spill any cum. Then, your eyes go wide and you yelp in surprise as Master uses one hand to grip the back of your head, just below your neck, lifting you up with ease and forcing you to look into the mirror...

*Good Girl*

When you zone in this time, you're laying on the bed, your hand desperately forcing a vibrator against your clit at high speed... You 'woke up' just in time to keep yourself from orgasming, pulling the vibrator away and riding the pleasurable waves of denial, as the bliss of obedience washes over you... You're a good girl... You will never forget your most important rule... You are only allowed cum when Master gives you permission... You sigh, as a silly grin spreads across your face as lay panting, empty, edged... Eventually, your eyes drift up to the ceiling... That's funny... When did Master install a mirror on the ceiling...?

*Good Girl*

Mindless Pleasure

CW: CNC, edging, hypnosis, TFxM

Laying on her bed, Erin eagerly waits for her boyfriend to pick up the phone. They've been in a long-distance relationship for a year, but she still gets butterflies at the thought of hearing his voice. The ping of him joining the call makes her smile, as his voice comes through her headphones.

"Well hello, is this the pretty girl hotline?"

She can't help but giggle. It's a line she's already heard a dozen times, but he delivers it so sincerely it almost makes her blush.

"Yeah it is sir, how may I help you today?" she replies, trying to hide the smile in her voice.

"Well, I was hoping to speak to the prettiest girl of them all? I think her name was Erin? She's got a super pretty voice, and she's so cute, and she's got such a hot body..."

Erin squeals a little at the praise, trying to ignore the neediness building between her legs with each compliment. "Tobyyyyyyy, stoppppppp!"

He chuckles on the other end of the phone, his voice a husky purr in her ears

"So adorable... I love you so much, sweetheart~"

Erin bites her lip. Gosh, even his pet names make her heart flutter...

"Yeah well, I love you too!" she declares back, the stress of work today sliding off her shoulders a little. She feels so safe with him, and so beautiful... Something must have changed in her voice, because his next question is dripping with lewd intent.

"Baby, you sound a little stressed... would you like me to hypnotize you?"

She shivers. Hypnosis had always been a more niche kink of hers, but Toby absolutely loved it. He'd sent her a file that helped her sleep, but she suspected that it was also planting triggers deep inside her head. God, she hoped he was planting triggers deep inside her head...

"Yes..." she whispers, rubbing her thighs together.

"Good..." His voice is hushed, whispering seductively. This is the voice he used to hypnotize her, and her body knows it. Her clit twitches and she obeys his commands as he gives them "... now get comfortable for me, and close your eyes... let your breathing slip into a deep, even pattern, whatever is most comfortable..." It's almost instinct at this point. Her head feels light and fuzzy, and he begins to relax her body. "Focus on my voice... just like that..."

It feels so good to obey his commands. It makes her feel owned, in the best way. And he begins to drop her into trance.

"My voice is like a warm, weighted blanket... it wraps around your body, holding you down, so heavy, but comfortable... and while it pins you down, it squeezes alllll the tension out of your muscles... no more tension, no more stress, no more worries... and despite this heavy, warm weighted blanket, letting go of that stress makes your body feel so light and floaty..."

Her head is fuzzy. That means it's working for sure. She listens to his words, drifting away as the warm, comfortable sensation glides up her body, from her toes to her heels, heels to knees, knees to thighs, thighs to... waist... to chest... to shoulders... to... neck... to...

"Drop Deep"

...

Erin shakes her head sleepily. A glance at her phone tells her it's been twenty minutes. She lets out a soft moan.

"Darling? Are you there?" Toby asks.

Erin nods groggily "Mhm..."

"And how do you feel?"

Erin blinks, waking up more with each passing second. She feels sleepy, but also...

"H-horny" she gasps "horny and n-needy..."

Toby giggles. "Yeah? Needy? Does my needy puppy want her vibe?"

Moaning, Erin almost falls off her bed, scrambling to reach her hush. She grabs it, then slides the vibrator into her panties, positioning it against her clit just right...

"Please, please, I'm ready..." she begs, and he answers her pleas with a steady, pulsing pattern that makes her squirm and pant. For a minute, they both just bask in it, their dominance and submission perfectly intertwined as Erin's gasps get increasingly heated. "M-more, please turn it uppppp Master..." She whines. Toby obliges with a small giggle.

"So desperate... you're a needy slut, aren't you?" Her moan is the only reply he needs, sliding the pattern up from low to medium, the Lovense buzzing louder. Erin has to cover her mouth to stop her loud moans from leaking past her fingers, but GODS why did this feel so good today?

"Now darling, I'm going to say something very important, so it's means a lot if you'd listen to me, okay?"

Erin nods, then moans, then lets out a quiet noise of affirmation. Toby's voice cuts through the pleasure, through the noise in her mind, reaching something deep inside.

"Good Bimbo~"

With those two words, her brain goes blank. Her hips buck into the endless buzzing pleasure, trapped between her panties and her drooling clit, and it's all she knows. Everything is bliss. Everything is pleasure. Her mind is totally empty. She giggles between moans, but it's still not enough. "M-m-moreeeeee~" the Good Bimbo groans. And Master gives her more, forcing her to the brink of orgasm is seconds as the vibrator ramps up.

All she does for a moment is gasp and squirm, before words blurt from her lips. "Close, close, I'm close, Master I'm closeeeeeeee~"

And the vibe shuts off, leaving the pretty bimbo edged and dumb and drooling. Master whispers to her, telling her what a Good Bimbo she is, and how happy she makes him. He asks if she wants to be edged again and she giggles.

"Lyke, yeah! But uhm, only lyke, one more time? Uhm, yes please master!" The uncontrollable bout of giggles that leaves her lips feels so right, as does Master responding in her ear, reminding her what a Good Bimbo she is, before the vibe turns back on, nice and high. She reaches edge in no time, begging and panting for him to turn it down, she's so close, so so close Masterrrrr, and he does as she asks. And he explains something for her.

"Now, you said just one more edge? Are you ready for one more edge?"

Something inside her silly brain didn't think that was right, so she told him, but Master just laughed it off. "You're just a Good Bimbo, remember? Let me be the smart one, you're too pretty to be smart~" He was right, of course, she was sooooo pretty, and that makes her sooooo dumb. She giggles, so glad that Master can tell her what to do, as the vibe starts up again.

...

Just... just one more time... the bimbo reminds herself, as another edge buries her mind in pleasure. Just... one more edge... Master's voice interrupts all her dumb, bimbo thoughts, and her clit twitches in response.

"You've been such a Good Bimbo for me... I think you deserve your reward... my Good Girl~'

Oh gods, those words... It felt like an electric current of pure pleasure just surged through her body. Her dumb clit spurts out another few drops of pre, expanding the damp spot on her panties. She gasps in mindless bliss. And the vibe starts up again, barely. The speed is slow, weak teasing pulses to really melt her into a messy little pet for Master... All the while, he whispers delicate triggers in her ears, "Good Bimbo, what a Good Girl, you're such a Good Bimbo, my Good Girl~"

The praise and triggers and vibe slowly get louder, and her minds gets messier, one thought slipping into her empty head. Good Girls don't cum... without permission. So as the edge approaches again, she begs and babbles and whimpers, oh PLEASE Master, please let me cum I've been so good, such a Good Bimbo and such a Good Girl and I need to cum I'm so needy I know I'm a slut so just let me cum, let me cum, LET ME CUMMMM, and Master's voice purrs back, that she's right, she's been a VERY Good Girl and so she should cum, cum for me, cum right now, that's it, Good Girl, cum for me, cum for Master, and now the vibe is on full intensity, her legs are shaking and her clit is aching from so much edging but she cums, her dumb clit drooling all over itself as the sensation of finally cumming blanks her mind entirely and...

...

She comes back to her senses begging him to turn the vibe off, her overstimulated clitty can't take any more, and her sweet, kind, wonderful Master turns it down, then off completely, and the compliments start flooding in, of how well she did, how proud he is. Despite the distance, she can feel his arms around her, snuggling her until her mind is less fuzzy, and she can think for herself again. Master becomes Toby in her thoughts again, as they exchange "I love you"s and kisses in her blissful afterglow. Everything is okay. Everything is alright. Go grab a drink of water sweetheart, we can keep talking when you get back. As she leaves the call to get a drink and clear her fuzzy head, she smiles, and giggles, and knows that she's truly found her soulmate ❤️

Short Story: Pandora’s Addiction

Female’s Point of View - Hypnosis

There is no greater high, pleasure or euphoria.

There simply isn’t. 

Happiness mimics it, but can fade or disappear.

Drugs can induce it, but leaves your body racked and changed.

Sexual release can surpass it, but only lasts for a fleeting instant.

There are any number of ways to feel mind melting pleasure, but none that are as constant and euphoric as the bliss of melting my mind through hypnosis.

It’s… Addicting… 

He informed me it would be like this. He warned that if I chose to follow him down the paths hidden inside my mind, I would discover something so profoundly life changing, that I wouldn’t be able to resist it.

I wasn’t the type to back down from a challenge, nor was I afraid of developing any sort of addictive behaviors. I just wasn’t that kind of person.

I brushed off his well intentioned warnings and told him that I was more than willing to try. 

To say that I had a clue as to how trance would feel would be a blatant lie. I expected to feel calm and relaxed, which I did of course. I expected it to feel a lot like meditation or unwinding at a spa.

I didn’t expect it to feel good.

Really good…

So good that I found myself daydreaming about it every day until I started to search for online files that could offer me the same inexplicable high I felt when I experienced my first trance.

 It was a bit like the dreams I have about running. Chasing after someone without being able to reach them. Feeling like your legs just won’t go as fast as you know they should.

The trances I experienced through those online files were a bit like that. I would sink down into a wonderful peaceful trance, but wake up with just a taste of the bliss my friend offered me.

Before I truly realized what I was doing, I made plans to have him hypnotize me again.

And again…

Was it the connection and trust I felt with him? Was it simply that he could tailor my experience so I could feel exactly what I wished to feel? Or maybe it was simply the deep feeling of being there with him, live and in person. 

Whatever it was, being hypnotized by him opened up the very pathways he warned me about. 

Now, he’s taken to calling me his little Pandora because just like the mythical heroine, my curiosity got the better of me and I opened the box hidden away inside my mind.

Dooming me in the process…

A doom I’ve embraced because having my mind melted by his voice as become my obsession. I never even tried to resist or curve my growing addiction. I jumped in head first and reveled in each intense experience. 

I don’t even care what he does with my mind during our sessions or how he uses his post hypnotic suggestions. I only crave the fall… The depths… 

The release of handing over my conscious thoughts to the bliss he offers me.

I know full well that any type of addiction is bad, so deep down, I know that one day, I’ll have to claw my way out of this obsession. I’ll have to muster the will to ask him to help me forget about the euphoria I feel when I sink to the sound of his voice.

It’s inevitable. 

One day I’ll have to stop and we both know that.

But…

Until then…

I’m going to dive into every single experience and open my mind to his heavenly words.

I’m going to let his hypnotic hold consume my mind, reshaping it for our profound pleasure.

I won’t hold anything back.

Because the more I give and open my mind to his guidance, the more intense my euphoria becomes.

There is nothing that compares to it.

Nothing.

“Pulse.” Your hypnotist said.

There it was. The word that affected you so much. Your eyes rolled back as the pleasure hit you. It was like lightning, dancing through you, causing your muscles to clench in bliss, as the pleasure wound quickly together, concentrating in your core.

You heard their laughter. “Ah, fuck you look good like that, cutie. Pulse.”

Your eyes closed this time as the pleasure washed over you. Thrumming in your mind with a sort of intensity that made you feel like your mind was popping, bursting, thoughts imploding. And it felt incredible.

“Pulse.” You shivered as the pleasure ran through you.

“Pulse.” Your eyes scrunched tighter closed as your mind was being overwhelmed by bliss.

“Pulse.” A moan left your lips as the pleasure got more intense.

“Pulse” You felt your mind buckling under the pressure.

Each pulse danced you closer to the edge.

Each pulse dragged your pleasure higher.

The need to cum.

The want to orgasm.

Nothing else existed in your mind.

“Pop!” Said your hypnotist, snapping their fingers.

The pleasure spiked. In your brain. In your body. All throughout you.

Your eyes opened wide.

A scream of pleasure escaped from your lips.

Back arched. Mind drowned in pleasure. Pulsing through you, until it popped.

* * *

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Oh my God, this is actually perfect. I wanna do this with my girlfriend...

Filthy hypno ideas, #8 (sort of)

I’m going with a different approach for this one. In a lot of ways you can probably think of this as a follow-up to the first of these I did. This might be a little more somber or down to earth than the others, but I’m going to be honest. Out of all of them, this is the kind of thing I want to do to someone the most. I suppose it says something about me and what I want when this turns out to not be something lewd, or complex, but basically just spending time with someone close, doing silly fun.

Well, I was asking for it when I agreed to this scenario. Possibly literally, I don’t actually remember. It was at least clever of them to make me not think about the clothing choice, or the subtle differences until I got here.

There they are at least. They approach and offer the usual hug, which I gladly take. I can guess what’s probably coming and as I hear those few words whispered in my ear I feel validated as my body goes somewhat limp in their arms and the world fades away, while my head just rests on their shoulder. Mmm.

A few seconds later I’m back up and alert. No suggestions this time, huh. By their grin I can tell this is going to be a regular thing today, isn’t it? My hypnotist gets so much bolder when our friends aren’t around.

It’s one nice way to start our date around town, I’ll give them that though!

I’ve at least got the initiative now (hopefully). Shops first, and I find some clothing stores to browse through for long enough to make them groan.

Right before I go into the first, I feel a stroke down along my head. When did that become a-? Hehe, oh it doesn’t matter, I like this result! Enough thoughts and brains fades out from my head to cause me to not worry about something that complicated, and I revel in the freedom of being liberated from that for a while. With a giggle I bounce into the store, taking far too much pleasure from that sudden look on my tist of “Oh crap what have I actually gotten myself into with that?”.

A few stores of gleeful, enthusiastic gushing over cute clothes later, a stroke up along my head suddenly returns my intelligence to normal. Oh. It was fun while it lasted, at least! I turn to grin at them, knowing how much that idea backfired for them (to my enjoyment!) to get pulled into another warm hug, and more whispered words than the first one this time.

Lunch was next, I think? I don’t really remember. That part of the day was just a foggy, fuzzy daze as I got led to the food court, became lucid just long enough to pick out food, then back to fuzzy not-thinking-much-ness as I then got led to a quick table out of the way. I got a lot of warm happy suggestions as we ate, and I think pats and head strokes too (mmm), but that’s all I can make out. Oh, another soft hug before we got up and left, that happened too.

Right as we left I see and hear my hypnotist do a finger snap, and the fog in my mind instantly fades. Woah. I take a few moments to get my bearings as I properly start taking in the world again. Oh yeah, I remember where we were going to go now. Wait, do I? Ah, I think that bit of info got removed from my head at some point. Part of me wants to roll my eyes at the constructed surprise, but their grin makes me decide to not ruin their happiness about it.

I’m still feeling far too warm and happy and content anyways, and really, really cuddly right now. So I latch onto their torso. Wherever we’re going, they’re going to have to deal with me being attached to them quite firmly. Or at least that’s me trying to be bratty, which, umm, fades quite a bit when they wrap their arm around me in return. I tried!

I give them a knowing look and smile once we reach the nearby botanical gardens. They’ve wanted to take me here for a while. Maybe it’s a bit too corny, but it’s still a really nice place, and it was going to happen eventually. Being a weekday during school terms, it’s at least not packed for once. They lead me to a quiet spot, and suddenly pull me gently to the ground and into another embrace. Oh! I wasn’t quite expecting tha-. The train of thought drops as the words start in my ear.

Eep. Oh wow. I look around. This place is so nice. I’m blushing. I want to explore it, and see everything here, but I don’t want to leave their side either. Umm. I pull them to their feet and pull them in a direction. I’m still processing this all, I can’t form words. The soft smile I get tells me I don’t need to.

The rest of the day was amazing. I know that enthusiasm was put there in trance, or rather, my own enthusiasm was emphasized a great deal, but still. Doesn’t detract from how I felt during it. There’s a lot more hugs and giggling (and maybe the occasional bit more when nobody was looking), but I just got to enjoy that state of mind for the rest of the time until we got back to the train station. One last tight hug, the world falls away in that familiar way, and a bit later I wake up with the knowledge that all those suggestions will fade away on the train ride home.

We move to separate. I tug on their arm shyly. I don’t want our day to end this early.

If you asked what I’d want to do in a relationship with someone, involving hypnosis, this, or something like it (I just pulled details together spontaneously) would be at the top of the list. Seriously. Forget the lewd stuff. Forget the dom/sub stuff. I’m a sappy bloody romantic at heart, this is always along the lines of what I really want deep down, it just kind of hides away a lot of the time but it always comes back, especially when I’m really interested in a person.

I’m leaving it at that, I don’t think there’s more I can say without spoiling it anyways.

Oh my, what a Good Girl! You're doing such a Good Job 🩷

I edge for at least an hour each morning and afternoon. Good girls rub their mind away