art-of-domination:

“SIR, PLEASE, SIR!”

What do you want, little girl?”

“PLEASE LET ME CUM, SIR!  PLEASE!”

Not yet.  I’m not convinced yet.”

‘FUCKKK, PLEASE, SIR.  PLEASE, I’M SO CLOSE, SIR.  PLEASE”

“No.  I like watching you like this.  You’re not really trying yet.”

“SIR, PLEASE, I’LL DO ANYTHING, SIR.  PLEASE, SIR.”

“What are you right now?”

“A DESPERATE LITTLE GIRL. YOUR LITTLE WHORE.  YOUR DESPERATE LITTLE WHORE, SIR!”

“Well, maybe if you asked liked that, you’d get what you want.”

“SIR, PLEASE LET YOUR DESPERATE WHORE CUM!  PLEASE, SIR, I’M YOUR DESPERATE LITTLE WHORE.”

“Much better.   Much, much, better.  Cum for me. Now.

art-of-domination:

“Are you ready to begin, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Sir”

“I can practically smell your arousal from here.”

“Thank you, Sir. I hope it pleases you.”

“It’s amazing how aroused you get and you haven’t even been touched yet.”

“I can’t help it, Sir.  Doing these things for you turns me on so much.”

“You enjoy pleasing me, don’t you, little one?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You enjoy being a slut for me as well, don’t you?”

“Only you, Sir.”

“Are you going to be a good slut tonight, baby?”

“Fuck yes, Sir.  Please let me show you what a good slut I can be, Sir.”

“Oh, I will.  Don’t you worry, baby.”

art-of-domination:

He had been working all day in the bedroom. The crash of a hammer, the clinking of metal, the sound of work being done. Something being built and assembled.

All he had told her was that she was not to enter the bedroom till he told her. That he was working on something special and he wanted it to be a surprise. He had been in there for several hours now and her curiosity was piqued.  She kept herself busy, distracting herself from her interest.  Finally, several hours later, he came out of the bedroom.  His eyes were filled with passion.  He told her to take all her clothes off but the high heels she was wearing.  Her body instantly responding to his tone and his command, she did as he told her.  

He admired her as she undressed, his eyes shamelessly going up and down her   lithe body.  He took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom.  She felt her heartbeat quicken as his newly assembled piece came into view.  She walked over to it and felt the coolness of the metal, her body aroused and wanting, her eyes noticing the chains dangling from the top corners, her leather cuffs secured to them.

She turned around to him, her body now on overdrive, an intense need building up in her.  “Can we?”, she asked, a hint of desperateness in her voice, her moistness building rapidly.  He looked at her, taking her wrist and pulling it towards the cuff above.  His eyes were unyielding, as the cuff wrapped around her wrist, securing her arm in place tautly.  “We can”.

digitalswitchgamine:

sex-obsessed-lesbian:

sleepy-sappho:

jukeboxemcsa:

Jemma isn’t afraid to take it slow. This is the… eighth? Ninth? The ninth time she’s hypnotized Carrie, and each time she’s focused her attentions on making her partner feel relaxed and comfortable. The first time, they simply spent the entire time with Carries head in her lap and Jemma gently petting her hair. No touching, not even over the clothes. Jemma wants to make sure that each experience is better than the last, and that every time Carrie wakes, she wakes wanting to be hypnotized again.

It wasn’t until the third session that Carrie opened up enough to admit that being hypnotized made her horny, and not until the fourth session that she asked if she could take her clothes off while she was in trance. Now she waits until she’s under to undress for Jemma; there’s something so hot about feeling her impossibly heavy limbs drift under Jemma’s command to expose her naked, trembling body. She loves being helplessly aroused, nude and mindless and obedient for Jemma. And Jemma loves to reinforce that feeling.

That’s all Jemma’s suggestions are, really. She finds the things that Carrie already wants to do, the things she’s described as her favorite feelings and desires from each trance session, and she reinforces them while Carrie is deeply hypnotized and masturbating. Sometimes she has Carrie repeat her words back to her, letting Carrie’s vacant monotone turn Jemma’s thoughts into irresistible needs, and sometimes she simply guides Carrie’s mouth into suckling Jemma’s breasts while she programs her lover in the certain knowledge that she can’t even speak to resist.

(Not that Carrie wants to resist. Carrie wants to fuck herself senseless while a beautiful woman brainwashes her into obedience. But it feels so hot to hear that she couldn’t even if she wanted to.)

Carrie’s already starting to forget what happens when she’s deeply hypnotized for Jemma. She’s so relaxed every time, and Jemma keeps proving herself to be trustworthy every time Carrie opens up her mind and her will and allows Jemma to control her. She started losing track of time that very first session, but now all she really remembers is the warmth and love in Jemma’s voice, the infinite crescendos of pleasure that come from Jemma’s hypnotic instructions. The details all fade away into lazy, mindless bliss when she wakes. She’s comfortable with that. She wants that more and more, every time.

Carrie knows that some women would be frightened, giving up so much control to another person like this. She knows that some women would tell her that she should be frightened; there’s no question that already, she can tell that she’s growing more and more submissive and obedient to Jemma, even when she’s not in trance. The bonds of hypnosis are tightening into an intimacy so intense and so effortless that it almost makes her dizzy with love every time she looks at her hypnotic Mistress. But Carrie also understands that the power Jemma holds comes from trust and love. Carrie would never give so much of herself if Jemma didn’t take good care of everything Carrie trusted her with.

She’s sinking into obedience right now. Jemma controls her mind completely. It’s all Jemma wanted from the moment she set eyes on Carrie… and all she needed to do was prove herself worthy of that obedience. Jemma was willing to take all the time in the world for that.

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Wow gay

…I’ll be in my bunk.

O.o

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