“I wanna try something cool, you always complain about how you can’t stop your thoughts from racing right? And how you just wanna relax and de-stress. Well I have been learning some hypnosis techniques recently and I wanted to give them a try.” Steve proposed to his girlfriend Amanda.
“Oh, hypnosis huh? Sounds like fun, I doubt it will actually work but I’m happy to let you try if you want. Maybe it will help a little.” she responded warmly, as he eagerly began to get to work.
“Ok, ok, so uh, sit down there on the couch and just pay close attention to every word I say.” he ordered her.
Amanda dropped down obediently onto the soft cushions of the couch and nodded as she gazed forward, focused and ready to give this hypnosis stuff an honest try.
Steve began to slowly wave his hand in front of her, his fingers lightly dancing as it swayed rhythmically from side to side. “Watch my hand. Just watch it and let your eyes follow. Watch my fingers dance. Keep watching…” he said, as Amanda complied.
Her eyes wandered listlessly back and forth as she followed her boyfriend’s ever swaying hand. She watched his fingers dancing as he told her, admiring the way they fluttered gently as she felt herself beginning to relax. Maybe it was working, kind of.
“Keep watching. Feel your eyelids getting heavier as my hand moves. Feel your whole body relaxing and your thoughts slow down.” he continued, moving his hand gradually closer and closer to her face.
Amanda kept watching, and to her amazement she started to feel her eyelids drooping. Then her shoulders slumped and her jaw began to hang open. As his hand moved closer and closer to her face, her eyes began to cross as his fingertips danced directly past her eyes so gracefully. She was surprised at how good he had become at hypnosis, she didn’t even know he had been practicing!
“Good girl. You are getting sleepy now. Soft and tired and peaceful. Its so easy to just surrender. Let the sleepiness pull you into a cozy slumber. Let your heavy eyelids finally drop and come to rest as you fall under my power.” he told her.
Amanda agreed. She was definitely feeling sleepy, so much so she almost yawned. Her eyes glazed over as she stared and tried vaguely to fight the oncoming drowsiness, but ultimately her boyfriend was right. It was simply too easy to surrender. Too difficult to keep her eyes open any longer. As her eyelids slid shut, Amanda drifted into a pleasant trance. Steve was very pleased.
“Very good girl. Now, still asleep, I want you to hold out your hand for me.” he commanded.
Amanda didn’t really think about it. She felt like she was fast asleep and yet somehow she was fully cognizant of his order. Her arm raised sluggishly in front of her as she obeyed mindlessly.
“Good, now take this glass.” he said, placing a small glass into her hand.
Amanda grasped the glass firmly, arm still outstretched before her as she had not been told to put it down yet.
“Good, now tilt your head to one side and just hold the rim of the glass up to your ear for me, dear.” Steve instructed.
Amanda complied thoughtlessly, her head slumping to one side as her hand brought the glass up to her ear as she had been told.
“Now, listen carefully. You will hear a faint dripping. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.” he said.
Amanda listened to the empty glass. After several moments, she heard it. The gentle splash of a small droplet resonating throughout the glass and funneled into her ear. Then another. Then another. She could hear a steady flow of droplets hitting the base of the glass now. She nodded slightly, head still tilted.
“Good girl. That’s your brain. All your thoughts, your worries, your cares, all of it. Slowly trickling out of your head via your ear. You can feel your head getting lighter with each drop. Drip. Drop.” he told her.
Amanda, completely entranced, understood immediately. That was her brain. She listened calmly as more droplets fell and she did indeed feel a pleasant airy feeling start to form inside her head. Her brain was leaking out into this glass. It was as clear as day.
“Do you feel it? Your brain is draining away. Drop by drop.” he asked.
Amanda nodded. “Draining away…drop by drop…” she mumbled vaguely as her mind steadily filled up the glass.
Soon the droplets were resonating less and the splashing was clearer as the glass was filling up. At the same time, her head grew lighter and lighter. A small pocket of emptiness turning into a vast canyon of blissful blankness inside her head. All those stressful thoughts, gone. All drained out into the glass. Amanda simply listening contentedly as they left.
“The glass is half full now, which means your head is half empty. How does it feel?” he asked warmly.
“Gooooood.” Amanda groaned lazily. Her half empty brain was so light and floaty that she couldn’t come up with a more sophisticated response than that brainless groan.
“Good girl. It feels good to let your brain drain away. You can feel it flowing faster now. Its like all those pent up thoughts and fears are just gushing out of your head.” he said.
It was true. Her brain was gushing out of her head now. She could feel it and hear it, sloshing as it joined the rest of the every growing pool of slushy brain matter in her glass.
“You can touch yourself if you like.” Steve said nonchalantly.
Amanda didn’t hesitate. She felt so good with her brain leaking out, plus she was so suggestible with her head all light and floaty like this that she would do whatever he said. So, her free hand slipped down to her crotch and began to trace circles along her vulva as she enjoyed the sensation of her brains oozing out of her ear while rubbing her quickly dampening slit.
“Good girl. Just keep rubbing and letting your brains drain away. The hotter and wetter you get, the faster they flow. You want to get every last drop out, so knead that pussy properly now.” he told her, discretely rubbing his own crotch now.
Amanda complied happily. Pressing down harder against her lips and squeezing her clit as she moaned and gasped and felt her few remaining thoughts slosh around inside her head as they circled the drain. Glug. Glug. Glug. As her pussy clenched and ebbed with pleasure, an even more beautiful sensation was coming from her head as the last of her thoughts emptied into the glass.
“Almost…almost completely empty now. Just a few more drops. Are you excited?” Steve asked, clearly very into this.
“Uh-huh” Amanda replied as the last remnants of her brain trickled out without any resistance.
Her head finally empty, Amanda felt a sensation she had never felt before. This utter blank, this perfect hollow inside her head. It was a completely different type of happiness. As she realized this, her pussy was spasming around her fingers as she came around them dumbly. Just a brainless doll now, all her thoughts had been emptied into the glass.
“Good girl. Now I want you to hold the glass out in front of you again.” he said, trying his best to keep his raging boner calm for a little longer.
Amanda obeyed.
“Now, tip it out. Let all those nasty thoughts spill out onto the floor. Seep into the rug and never come back.” he ordered.
Amanda smiled. “Nasty thoughts…never come back…” she mumbled gleefully as she rotated the glass and felt it grow lighter as her brains spilled to the floor.
“Good girl. Say bye bye brains!” he said playfully.
Amanda giggled a little. “Bye bye brains!”
“Now, open your eyes again for me, still deep and relaxed. No brain. Head nice and empty.” he ordered.
As Amanda’s eyelids fluttered and slowly lifted, she saw Steve’s hard cock, veins bulging as they clung to the sides, dangling in front of her. He slowly aligned the tip with the edge of the glass as he began to pump it slowly.
“See how my hand is moving now?” he said.
Amanda gazed forward, her hollow head letting her focus mindlessly and completely on the cock in front of her. She nodded, lips still parted in a vacant expression as a little bit of drool trickled past.
“Yes, I want you to do that. Reach out and rub my dick just like that. Keep holding the glass there too.” he ordered.
Amanda thoughtlessly reached forward and, as his hand shifted away, hers quickly took its place. She pumped away at his shaft with a steady rhythm. Feeling the hot, thick rod pulse and twitch against her palm and strain against her fingers as she gazed in amazement at the whole thing, still drooling dumbly.
“Ung, that’s it! Fuck baby, you look so hot when you’re brainless. Like a dumb doll. I’m gonna cum already.” Steve grunted as threads of sticky cum suddenly spurted forth.
They were caught by the glass and slowly slid down the side as more ropes followed, steadily forming a pool of warm cum at the bottom.
“Good girl. Now that your head is nice and empty, I can fill it with whatever I want. So how about you go ahead and put that glass to your lips now and drink it all down.” he said confidently.
Amanda did so without a word, her brain too empty to do anything but blindly obey her boyfriend’s every whim. As the glass touched her lips, she could smell the familiar scent of cum. Then, tilting it slowly, she saw it slide slowly down the side until it hit her tongue. The thick, salty liquid drained down the back of her throat, coating it along the way as she swallowed it down greedily.
“Good girl. Feel it filling you. Going to straight to your head. Its like alcohol. I know you can’t handle your alcohol, but with your head so empty there is no way you can handle this. I am filling your empty head with my hot, sticky cum. Do you feel it, clinging to the sides of your head?” he told her.
Amanda could feel it. Sticky gunk clogging her empty brain. Yet, it wasn’t a bad thing. The floaty pleasure of a hollow head transformed into a dizzy joy, like being drunk but so, so much hotter. She could feel her slit dripping with need as her head swam. Slowly, her gaze focused back on his cock and this time she locked on.
“Looks like you want to coat the inside of your head with more of my cum huh?” Steve noticed.
Amanda nodded, still transfixed by the meaty member.
“Well, go ahead. No need for the glass anymore, you can drink straight from the tap if you want.”
Amanda groaned eagerly as her head thrust forward and her drooling lips locked around the tip hungrily. She was sucking and slurping away in no time, all the while her eyes carried a gorgeous, glossy sheen. She was a blissful and brainless little cum-sucking doll, whose only thoughts were of drinking down another fresh load of her boyfriend’s delicious, intoxicating cum.
And, with a little effort and a lot of sucking, she got her wish. Swirling her tongue around the throbbing shaft, she felt it begin to pulse more urgently. She remembered the way it had throbbed in her hand earlier and knew her prize was coming. As it stretched her throat out, she felt the hot, salty spray on the back of her throat and moaned around it in satisfaction. Quickly the intoxication intensified and Amanda felt her cum-coated head grow stickier and more needy.
She kept sucking Steve’s cock and slurping up his hot cum for as long as he would let her. Filling the void in her head with plenty of sticky semen. She hadn’t even really expected this to work, but by the end of their session she was a perfectly brainless, cum guzzling cock addict.
They never did clean up the puddle of her brains on the rug…
I’m a bit of a strange girl. You wouldn’t know it to look at me, most of the time I’m acting like a perfectly ordinary person. I work, eat sleep, hang out with friends. Most of them completely unaware of my…um…addiction. I guess that’s the word.
I discovered it with my first boyfriend. He was pushy and eager to try sexual things and I kept telling him I wasn’t ready. I wanted to be responsible and my parents would constantly warn me about boys but I never realized why they were so strict until that day. That day we were alone in his bedroom, his parents had gone out to dinner or something, a few of the details are kind of hazy. I know what came next though. He took out his dick. Like, I wasn’t prepared or warned he just suddenly took it out and tried to convince me to play with it. I tried to argue but it just hit me so quickly.
That floaty, calming feeling of ecstasy. My head clouds up until all of my thoughts are drifting around slowly through my mind and my whole body begins to shiver and heat up. My concerns melted and slipped away as my dazed consciousness began to be enthralled by the semi-erect, warm piece of brilliant cock meat hanging in front of me. As I became more and more high on cock I found myself inexorably drifting towards it. It didn’t feel like I was moving my body, more like I was being pulled ever harder towards the cock. The room around me span as the only constant became the juicy dick as I was fixated on it. The way it twitched and jumped and swelled in excitement as I leaned in towards it and absentmindedly wrapped my drooling lips around it.
I was entranced and intoxicated by every sensation the cock gave me. Every pulsation made my heart race. Feeling it grow and fill my mouth was just undeniably delicious. The way those veins pushed up against the walls of my throat, so hot. I was so lost in cock I hadn’t even noticed how dripping I was. My hand reached down to my panties and they were already getting messy, it was crazy but I just couldn’t stop sucking. The further down my throat that thick shaft reached the higher I got on its salty taste and musky odour.
At the time I had never tried drugs but since then I have experimented a bit and I can tell you that nothing comes close. No drug compares to what I felt sucking that cock. It penetrated my brain directly and sprayed hot, mind numbing cum straight into me. I don’t even remember the rest of that evening, it was so powerful.
Obviously it wasn’t great when we drifted apart and I tried to break up with him several months later. Break ups can be hard but how was I supposed to break up when I’m addicted to dick? All he had to do was unzip his pants and my long contemplated list of reasons our relationship wasn’t working out became a pathetic mess of words in my mouth that leaked out onto the floor until I was just drooling and groaning in desperate need for just one taste of that cock.
When I came down from that high we did manage to break up, although he still likes to fuck me sometimes. He’s had other girlfriends since and the most embarrassing thing is when he shows them. Tricks me into talking to him in person and then boom! That cock is here again and even though his new partner is right there, staring at me with that look as if she just can’t believe he was telling her the truth, giggling and blushing as I instantly turn into a dazed, wet mess with no idea what’s going on except that there’s a cock I need to milk over there.
He got me to lick the cum out of his girlfriends’ freshly filled pussy with glee as I savoured that precious saltiness down to the last drop. They would laugh and abuse me as I was getting uncontrollably high on that sticky nectar that I can’t resist. I’m pretty sure they made me say stuff like “I’m just a cum dumpster for second hand cum” and “I’ll do anything for dick” and so on for ages for their amusement. I don’t remember it entirely but when I regained my senses in the morning I was just bright red with humiliation as I recalled what I had been made to do in my vulnerable intoxicated state.
I find it hard to keep partners. I cheat on them a lot. It’s not really my fault, I’ve tried many times but I can never resist a dick and there’s no shortage of dick! Whenever I go out I seem to encounter dick. Just yesterday there was a guy who was peeing in public and then suddenly I’m enraptured as I gaze at the stream. I try to tear my eyes away but I can see his dick already. It’s basically hopeless at that point. I’m practically cumming already and a little bit dizzy too as I stumble towards his dick. He doesn’t know what’s happening until his dick is already down my throat and with a few of the skills I’ve learnt over time he is quickly squirting that wonderful substance into me over and over.
It’s not just the infidelity. Once guys learn about my addiction they take advantage. Any time I disagree they whip out their dick and suddenly I’m a slobbering set of wet holes who will eagerly agree with anything for a fix of cock! They stop seeing me as an equal partner and start using me as no more than a sex toy. Every single guy does it. They find out they can completely own me with their dicks and in no time I’m their little cock addicted slave.
Worst of all is the rumours that are spreading. More and more people are hearing about the weird slut who will fuck any guy that shows her his dick. I mean, I resent being called a slut but it’s true. I will fuck any guy who shows me his dick. I can’t help it. Once I see dick my mind just goes all fuzzy and my urges take over. So now I have people recognizing me and just fucking me at random in public. Colleagues at work, where I shop and go to the gym…they’re all figuring it out. It’s getting in the way of living a normal life. It’s becoming my normal life. Go to work, get fucked by the boss whenever he’s on break. Go shopping, suck the cashier’s dick while the customers line up behind to fuck my ass. Go to the gym and it’s basically just one big orgy.
It’s like I can’t get away from all this dick! Even as I’m writing this in the hopes that someone has some kind of solution I’m getting soooo wet and horny thinking about dick! All I have to do is go outside and ask someone and they’ll give me some nice cock to suck. The more I suck the more I need. The higher I get on the delicious cum…and I love it!
Part of mindfucking a sissy and making the boi into a cock craving slut is helping the sissy develop triggers. These are similar to audio triggers in hypnosis, but are generally in response to some event or experience in real life. A common example is that many sissies become triggered and want to dress from seeing pretty girls in sexy outfits. Other sissies can be triggered by alcohol or weed or poppers, could be anything. When combined with hypnos, these triggers can be powerful tools to break a sissy’s mind. I know from first hand experience because they’ve been extremely effective on me.
Over the last year or so, I’ve had a powerful association reinforced in my brain that turns me into a complete slut for black cock whenever I get stoned. It started because I was trying to find someone who could sell me weed and inquired with nearby people on a texting app. I naturally gravitated towards asking black men because of my strong sexual attraction and my bias that they are more likely to smoke pot. Anyway, I was eventually successful in procuring weed from a black man I met from the app and even wore panties underneath my boy clothes when I picked it up. He knew I was a sissy, and definitely wanted to fuck me, but that wasn’t in the cards just yet.
At first the pot I got from him was really terrible quality, it still got me stoned, but it wasn’t the best experience. But I still found it extremely sissifying to think about his big black cock every time I would smoke. Over time the weed I got from him improved and my urges to suck his cock when I smoked it got stronger and stronger. As I said before, meeting up to fuck wasn’t really in the cards just yet and he got frustrated with my teasing, so it had evolved into a relationship strictly for buying weed. I figured he had given up on me and that he was too frustrated to try again.
One day, I happened to be locked and very stoned from his weed, when he messaged me out of nowhere. He was suddenly very aggressive, telling me that he was ready for me. I was so stoned, locked tight, that I felt like he had me cornered and serving his cock felt inevitable. He knew what the weed was doing to my head and was going for the slow burn. It was my sissyboi kryptonite and he had been waiting for the right time to strike.
I got dressed up all pretty and invited him over - it felt like I no longer had a choice in the matter. Serving his cock was my fate. I kept smoking more and more until finally, I received that text from him, telling me that he arrived. He had such an air of confidence about him and was about 6” taller than me and maybe 75 lbs heavier. He had a big black cock, while my clitty was small, white and locked. The contrast between us was intoxicating and needless to say, he was naturally in control.
We had fun together, I can elaborate on that in a different story, but the important part was afterwards he knew he owned me.
He still knows he owns me to this day. Knowing that I crave him to fully break me. The next time he sees me he says he’s going to make me sissygasm in chastity from taking his black cock. He says he’s going to make me lick it up. He says then he’s going to make me swallow his cum.
The most intense thing about it is that I know he’s right. I’m still buying weed from him when I want to smoke to make my sissy urges take over. Every time I smoke, I think to myself that I’m smoking this black man’s weed who had his way with me. It makes me sink deeper and feel like I have less and less control. I know that one day I will swallow his cum, it’s just a matter of time. It’s my fate to be a sissy for his big black cock. I can’t stop it from happening even if I drag my feet. Eventually he knows I’ll be back for more. Begging him to make me submit. Begging him to put me in my place. Begging him to make me accept my fate as a white sissy for big black cock.
After the first time I fucked my girlfriend while fantasizing about her with a black guy, I was disgusted with myself. I stopped watching interracial porn and forced myself not to think about interracial sex… for a while.
I was still having trouble getting off with my girlfriend and now I had the added pressure of actively trying not to think about her with a black guy while we were having sex. Eventually, we stopped having sex. It was brutal. I was always horny, but I knew what would happen if I tried to jerk off or fuck her. One night when I was asleep I had a dream. I was in my room watching tv and this guy I knew from work walked in. He was this tall, thick set, athletic black guy. I had thought about him fucking my girlfriend in the past. He walked into my room and I wordlessly got up and went to my knees in front of him. He reached into his pants and pulled out a massive, throbbing, veiny black cock. It was as big as my arm. With his other hand he grabbed my hair and pulled my head towards his cock. I opened my mouth and he slid inch by inch down my throat until my nose was buried in his pubic hair, breathing in his must, and his huge balls were pressing against my chin. I was choking but he didn’t let go. He thrust in and out of my throat as I struggled to breath until he finally released a torrent of cum down my throat and all over my face.
I woke up sweating. I had cum all over myself in my sleep…
When I was 16 I was dating a girl and we would fuck all the time, but not long after meeting her I discovered interracial porn. At first I would just watch it every now and then when other prob wasn’t doing it for me. I actually tried to avoid it because somehow it felt wrong.
Pretty soon, though, anytime I was masterbating I would start off watching regular porn, but I couldn’t get off until I switched to interracial porn. I tried to stop. I stopped watching porn all together to avoid it, but I would always break. Eventually I gave in. I wouldn’t even go through the pretense of watching regular porn. I would just go straight to the interracial stuff.
Somewhere along the way , I started noticing that I was having trouble staying hard when I was I king my girlfriend. I even faked cumming a few times because I knew I wasn’t going to be able to finish. One day we were fucking and I started to pictured her getting her pussy dig out, not by me, but by a huge black bull. I came so hard I could barely move. I just slumped on top of her twitching. The image of a throbbing black cock still imprinted on my mind…
I’ve been wanting to push my training to the next level, but I’m worried about getting loose.
My biggest current trainer is about 2.5-3 inches in diameter and I take it with ease. I’m looking for something with more girth like 4 inches or more, but I’m afraid that it will loosen my hole up too much. My trainer right now is only slightly bigger than most guys that fuck me, so it makes it so that I can take them easily, but still be tight for them. I don’t want to start training with something bigger and wind up with a sloppy loose pussy.
You know when he gets that look in his eye what’s about to happen. No matter where. No matter when. Your ass is about to get wrecked by his 12 inch python cock, so keep some poppers on you faggot and get ready to bend over.
