#consensual mind control
It was always so embarrassing when Nadia realized how deeply conditioned she was, but at the same time she couldn’t deny how wet it made her. Every single time her boyfriend put something up to her mouth–a lollipop, a particularly phallic carrot stick, even just his thumb–she found herself instinctively and automatically wrapping her lips around it and bobbing her head up and down in a burlesque parody of oral sex. Only to her mind there was nothing oral about it at all. When she sucked Dimitry’s thumb like it was a stubby cock, she could feel it in her cunt just as surely and as certainly as if he was openly fucking her with it.
It never failed to make her feel weak and small and helpless when he teased her like that. Even though Nadia knew that she could resist the suggestion if she genuinely needed to–Dimitry was always very good about building safeties into his hypnotic programming, and she only rarely felt the urge to fellate the silverware when they dined out–there was always something so completely and totally degrading about being shushed like a little girl whenever she tried to get bratty and discovering herself unable to resist the urge to suck on her Master’s thumb. It stripped away all her determination, all her illusions of pride, and left her meek and tame and desperate to please.
And the best/worst part was, he knew exactly how she felt. She’d thought she was only negotiating a new suggestion when they talked about implanting her oral triggers, but Dimitry didn’t get to be a skilled and talented hypnotist without picking up a little bit of psychological insight. When Nadia squirmed and blushed while trying to describe her ideal hypnotic fantasy, only to jump his bones the second their conversation was over as if she was desperately and ineffably grateful to be allowed to stop thinking, well. He put two and two together to come up with ‘Nadia feels like such a simpering slut every time she can’t resist sucking Master’s thumb but that’s exactly what her pussy needs.’ And he was perfectly happy to use that against her in ways that made her even wetter.
“Awww, does this make my little pet feel all shy and blushy?” he’d ask, pushing his thumb in and out of her mouth until it sank in all the way to the knuckle. “Does she get all embarrassed when Master fucks his pretty little girl like this? Does she feel all weak and wet when Master makes that cute cuntmouth drool just like her real pussy?” And of course, all Jessica could ever do was grunt and mumble around the intruding digit in helpless agreement while she tried not to meet his remorselessly cheerful gaze. Not because she was worried about any additional hypnotic programming or anything–she just felt so seen whenever he looked at her like that.
Nadia invariably wound up naked for Dimitry when he gave her something to suck, her fingers peeling away layers of clothing to give her better access to her slick and steamy cunt. By the time he removed his thumb and spun her around so he could push her up against the wall and fuck her from behind, her head was practically spinning with lust and desire, and she lost herself begging for his cock. And when it was all over, when she finally emerged from the mindless trance of ecstasy Dimitry instilled and realized what she’d done, Nadia always felt that same surge of hot, wet embarrassment. And she always felt the same urge to hide her face in her lover’s chest and thank him for making her feel safe in her surrender to his will.
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Cassidy knew what she was becoming. How could she not? Every afternoon on her way home from work, she felt the same irresistible compulsion to turn off a few exits early and drive to a house that wasn’t her own. She experienced the same inexorable pull on her mind that tugged her into Daniel’s bedroom, where he waited for her with his cock out and a warm, encouraging smile on his chubby pink cheeks. And every single day, without fail, Cassidy stripped out of her sweaty clothes and dropped to her knees to give him a sloppy, enthusiastic blowjob that didn’t stop until he nutted all over her face and hair. It didn’t take a fucking rocket surgeon to know that the hypnosis was working.
But at the same time, she couldn’t exactly be angry about it or anything. Daniel had always been honest with her, from the moment he first met her at Shelley’s party to the first time he dropped her into trance over at her place to the day she finally gave in to that tug on her thoughts and went over to his house to suck his cock. He told Cassidy she was beautiful, he told her she was sexy, he told her he thought she had a submissive streak she didn’t know about and it would make her into a perfect oral service slut if she ever wanted to explore that side of herself, and so far everything about that had been true. Could she really fault him for brainwashing her if she had every chance to get away before it started?
And, well… it wasn’t like it was all about him. Oh, sure, she spent all their time together down on her knees, pleasuring his cock and balls until her face was a sticky mess of saliva and cum. But Cassidy always felt that same wonderful, drifting rapture steal over her mind the moment she took off her clothing, buzzing and tingling like a phantom dildo inside her soaking cunt until she couldn’t tell anymore when one orgasm stopped and the next began. The harder she licked and sucked Daniel’s cock and the closer he got to shooting his load, the more powerful that sleepy bliss became. She’d never had a lover give her so much pleasure before, even the supposedly generous men who spent twenty minutes licking her pussy before sex. It was amazing.
And more than just the sex, it felt… he was right. Cassidy never thought she would say it, not about the tattooed biker chick who lost a job once for punching a manager in the face when he tried to cop a feel, but she did have a submissive streak. It took patience and caring to bring it out, but that was exactly what Daniel brought to their–their relationship? Yes. They had a relationship. A guy who just wanted blowjobs didn’t spend hour after hour cooing to her in a warm, seductive growl, praising her for her oral talents until she felt a blissful glow of pride and joy in every splatter of jizz that gushed onto her face and into her hair. A man who didn’t care about his good girl wouldn’t take her into the bathroom when they were done and give her a long hot bath, pampering her until she melted into drowsy contentment under his touch. Daniel made her feel wanted and loved, and that made her whole mind and body open up to serving him.
So yes. Cassidy knew exactly what she was becoming. And she’d never been happier.
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