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Hi everyone, just want to make you aware if you dont or havent read my profile that i am a guy.

I keep getting alot of requests and messages thinking that im a girl!

Cheers,

Max

LADIES……Don’t be shy!

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Daddies gave me permission to goon today, so I get nice and hard and wet. Getting a nice goongirl suckjob from my vibe while I think about my Daddies jerking their swollen leaky cocks, while they tease and deny me, seeing how much I can take before they gape and fill my tiny holes

Hello dear fellow pervert masturbators -

A few of my posts are already being flagged and taken down.  Obviously Tumblr could give a shit about a deadline of any kind.

I have taken up residence at three other platforms and I highly recommend you investigate them also if you want to 1) stay in touch, 2) continue observing and masturbating to my content, and 3) want to produce and continue writing/posting media considered NSFW since Tumblr can’t handle it.

You can find me on Mastodon , @[email protected] is the handle just in case you too are on Mastodon and want to send a message/friend me (I’m still figuring out the interface and platform).  They are adult content friendly!  

Also, you can find me on Sharesome, a really nice pro-sex site for producers, performers, and others who are similarly inclined to look at and enjoy pornography of an amateur nature.  Very similar to Twitter in a way but promising because it’s ALL porn/sex/great.  Handle is still velvetmound.

Lastly, I can be found at Dreamwidth.  Story goes after LJ (yeah, livejournal) got bought up by a bunch of Russians, some of the OG developers jumped ship over to Dreamwidth (or started it?  I’m not too sure on the details there).  Much more traditional blog appearance - kinda nostalgic as a former LJ user hahah but it’s totally fine and I’m all about it.  Handle is also velvet_mound.

Please reblog not just so you guys can continue to follow me on my escapades but so other porn-blogs who are facing a massive nuke have a chance to find a good platform to keep their work up as well.

Then of course you can find me on kik under v_mound.

I also wanted to do a quick plug for any chronic masturbators/gooners who don’t already know about the Onania Forums.  The proprietor of the popular blog @hear-me-wank runs this forum as well and is a great community for pervert masturbators to come (or not come??) together. 

Additionally, for any Discord users looking for fellow masturbators to jerk off with and groan and grunt on voicechat, check out Club Goon.  All very good, especially if you’re an audiophile.  I’ve been known to goon out there, but I’ll be under the tag v_mound#2094.

PLEASE REBLOG TO SAVE A PORNBLOGGER LIFE.

You all have been great and I appreciate ya’ll.  Good luck and godspeed.

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Over the past several months, and inspired by our storied past, we’ve given serious thought to who we want to be to our community moving forward and have been hard at work laying the foundation for a better Tumblr. We’ve realized that in order to continue to fulfill our promise and place in culture, especially as it evolves, we must change. Some of that change began with fostering more constructive dialogue among our community members. Today, we’re taking another step by no longer allowing adult content, including explicit sexual content and nudity (with some exceptions).  

Let’s first be unequivocal about something that should not be confused with today’s policy change: posting anything that is harmful to minors, including child pornography, is abhorrent and has no place in our community. We’ve always had and always will have a zero tolerance policy for this type of content. To this end, we continuously invest in the enforcement of this policy, including industry-standard machine monitoring, a growing team of human moderators, and user tools that make it easy to report abuse. We also closely partner with the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children and the Internet Watch Foundation, two invaluable organizations at the forefront of protecting our children from abuse, and through these partnerships we report violations of this policy to law enforcement authorities. We can never prevent all bad actors from attempting to abuse our platform, but we make it our highest priority to keep the community as safe as possible.

So what is changing?

Posts that contain adult content will no longer be allowed on Tumblr, and we’ve updated our Community Guidelines to reflect this policy change. We recognize Tumblr is also a place to speak freely about topics like art, sex positivity, your relationships, your sexuality, and your personal journey. We want to make sure that we continue to foster this type of diversity of expression in the community, so our new policy strives to strike a balance.

Why are we doing this?

It is our continued, humble aspiration that Tumblr be a safe place for creative expression, self-discovery, and a deep sense of community. As Tumblr continues to grow and evolve, and our understanding of our impact on our world becomes clearer, we have a responsibility to consider that impact across different age groups, demographics, cultures, and mindsets. We spent considerable time weighing the pros and cons of expression in the community that includes adult content. In doing so, it became clear that without this content we have the opportunity to create a place where more people feel comfortable expressing themselves.

Bottom line: There are no shortage of sites on the internet that feature adult content. We will leave it to them and focus our efforts on creating the most welcoming environment possible for our community.

So what’s next?

Starting December 17, 2018, we will begin enforcing this new policy. Community members with content that is no longer permitted on Tumblr will get a heads up from us in advance and steps they can take to appeal or preserve their content outside the community if they so choose. All changes won’t happen overnight as something of this complexity takes time.

Another thing, filtering this type of content versus say, a political protest with nudity or the statue of David, is not simple at scale. We’re relying on automated tools to identify adult content and humans to help train and keep our systems in check. We know there will be mistakes, but we’ve done our best to create and enforce a policy that acknowledges the breadth of expression we see in the community.

Most importantly, we’re going to be as transparent as possible with you about the decisions we’re making and resources available to you, including more detailed information, product enhancements, and more content moderators to interface directly with the community and content.

Like you, we love Tumblr and what it’s come to mean for millions of people around the world. Our actions are out of love and hope for our community. We won’t always get this right, especially in the beginning, but we are determined to make your experience a positive one.

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Being that tumblr is going to be eradicating all NSFW we need to come up with an alternative location because I sure as hell do not want to lose all my lovely tumblr followers and favorites.

Contemplating LiveJournal. Yeesh. What dark times have come upon us

I’ll be rebroadcasting my alternative means of communication in the coming days. ‘preciate y'all.

It has been decided that I will be on no clit/no vaginal stimulation for an entire week.  I can press, rub, or vibe my asshole, but ZERO penetration.  I must also forego panties for this week, and I have to send my Daddies picture proof twice a day to make sure I’m following their rules.  And also if I masturbate, I have to record it and send to my Daddies but also post it here outlining that it’s a part of my punishment for cumming without permission.

In less than a week, I’ve managed to uncover super dirty secrets about my long time friend Roger, talked to his friend Edo about kink and being dominated and the like (first real outside person I’ve talked to about gooning myself stupid), and somehow have come to be under instruction by these two fat-cocked jerk daddies. 

Roger is somewhat new-ish to kink and that makes my inner domme croon.  He has always been very sweet and always has a gentle disposition, which makes me want to tie him up and tease his cock until he’s crying to cum.  He makes me want to tease him with my clit, fucking his cockhole with it, making him leak and dribble while I slowly pump into him and feel his hole suck me off.  But, within the last week he has turned on a dime from gentle and curious and innocent-waiting-to-be-turned, to telling me to prove how much I want to see him pump his cum out of his dong.  But somehow I feel like even though he is demanding, it’s still in his gentle demeanor, which for some reason makes my clit throb to the point where I’m humping whatever I can grind up against.  It’s almost embarrassing.  I wiggled my clit in the car, went to a public bathroom several times to hump against the toilet paper dispenser and get my grool all over and hear my lips smacking and sucking on it uhghhh

Edo and I talked pretty frankly right away about kinks and what we’ve done and what we’ve liked.  He’s the “traditional” daddy, calling me a good girl, praising me for getting nice and wet and edged like a little cock-hungry masturbation-addicted slut.  Telling me how cute I am while I desperately hump my hand, triggering me by telling me how good it will feel to finally wrap my hand around Roger’s huge cock and what it might be like to beat my clit while he fingers my sloppy pussy.

I still can’t believe this is real.  I’m flabbergasted, but this whole week it was so hard to keep my hands off my hard little clitty.  Imagining hours of edging and jerking and torture at the hands of Roger and Edo before they both gape my holes and fill me up with their hot ccummy spunk ugh fuck 

I have never said anything to Roger like I’ve said in the last week.  I’ve told him about my wet, slippery lips and how bad I want to take him in all my holes.  I’ve told him about how I want to tease his throbbing, leaking cock for a long time while so I can hear the sounds he makes when he’s desperate.  How I want to take him slowly into my pussy so I can jerk off the head of his cock only while Edo fills my ass at the same time until both of them are deep inside of me, rendering me a fucking useless, babbling, cock-drunk cumslut.

I don’t think I’ve said anything like that to anyone now that I think on it.

Their cocks are so big and meaty.  I’m almost positive that I would need to use both hands to really jerk off those cocks if I’m not using my holes.  I hope I can train my ass in time to take the girth of their cocks…but even if I can’t, I’d still do it.  Feeling my ass get gaped wider and wider by a real cock, ugh fuck my cunt is leaking onto my sheets and I’m not even touching myself.  

I sent videos of me humping my bathroom sink…without hesitation.  I’ve jerked off every change I’ve gotten while I let myself get more and more stupid thinking about my daddies tugging and beating up my clit while they stroke their own rock hard dongers to my moaning and babbling fffuuuckkk

I fucked up though.  I went home with someone on Saturday night and they fucked me so good, and I was already so pent up that I came.  Despite having been told to edge until The Weekend was planned.  I couldn’t help it…I squirted.  I rode his dick until his cum shot up into my horny cunthole and even then I still wanted more, even after I came.

So now I wait and see what punishment my two daddies have for my bad little pussy.  Masturbating only my ass?  No clit touching for two weeks?  I could cry, and yet my clit is pulsing so hard waiting for them to tell me what they’re going to do to me.  

Attn:

So apparently my life is now a real life porno and I’m in the midst of scheduling a mutual masturbation weekend with a longtime friend of mine and his good friend. I still can’t believe this is my real actual life and it’s been almost a week since the conversation happened. Both dudes are well hung and heavy leakers and holy fuck my clit has been as full attention for DAYS.

So now, I’m playing a very ambitious game.

Edging until The Weekend - which mind you, isn’t even scheduled yet - so by the time there is even a slight suggestion of getting my hands on one of those cocks, I’ll be a wet and desperate mess.

Expect more updates in the coming days.

Manuela knew she should be covering herself up right now, but somehow the urgency of her masturbation seemed so much stronger than her embarrassment. She hated that Letty was seeing her like this, legs spread and tits out and one hand inside her panties furiously rubbing her sopping cunt, but she couldn’t help the desperate conviction that her orgasm was just seconds away. And she’d been jilling off too long now to give up when she was finally so close. “I–uh–can, can you knock?” she gasped out, her voice hoarse and raw with aching desire. She barely even noticed that her roommate was dressed only in lacy underwear.

She definitely realized that far from closing the door and leaving Manuela to her lusts, Leticia was coming ever closer to the bed with a smug, confident smirk on her face. “You really don’t remember, do you?” she asked, crawling onto the mattress and putting her hand possessively onto Manuela’s light brown thigh. “No, of course you don’t. You never remember. Just like you never cum, Manuela. Isn’t that the problem? You’re so very, very horny. But you can’t quite get over the edge and cum.” Her fingers teased and stroked Manuela’s sensitized skin, making the helpless woman gasp with pleasure. But somehow it still wasn’t enough to stimulate her needy body to climax.

“C-can’t, I, I… what?” Manuela murmured, her brow furrowing in desperate confusion as she stared up at Letty’s tawny features and struggled to make sense of what the other woman was saying. “What, how, w… what?” She couldn’t parse anything properly, not with the weight of arousal dragging down her mind into that sultry pink fog of lust and need and desire. Every time she tried to think, her fingers skated over her stiff and swollen clit again, pushing her ever closer to the orgasm that remained tantalizingly out of reach, and her mind collapsed into bewilderment again as she tried and failed to cum. “Cum, can’t… cum?” she whimpered, the closest she could get to expressing a concept too complicated for her overwhelmed brain.

“You can’t cum without me,” Letty explained, her voice smooth and calm and utterly remorseless. “I hypnotized you about… a month ago, now?” She chuckled, shaking her head as if to marvel at Manuela’s futile attempts at resistance. “And I took away your orgasms. I hid them somewhere deep inside your own mind, and you can’t get them back until you give up and give in and turn yourself into my lesbian sex slave. Until you convince yourself to really and truly want it, baby. And I’ve been coming in here every couple of days, and I’ve been checking in on you, and… you know, I think you’re getting close, I really do. You don’t even try to cover up anymore.”

Manuela’s vision swam as she tried and failed to focus her blurry gaze on her roommate. “S-slave?” she asked stupidly, arousal gumming up her thoughts into a wet, sticky mess. “I… ohhh, fuck, c-can’t think, I….” Now that Letty mentioned it, Manuela realized she had been masturbating a lot lately. She just always felt so horny, all the time, and the more she jilled off the worse it got, because–because she never came, she slowly and sluggishly comprehended. Because every time, she finished her session frustrated and unfulfilled and even though Letty took away the memory of her visits, that ache in Manuela’s cunt remained. And that just made her play with herself that much more frantically. And that just made her weaker and wetter and more desperate to shatter her own will against the irresistible force of Letty’s control. “Can’t think!” she exclaimed, her fingers rubbing furiously.

“I know,” Letty purred, continuing to pet Manuela’s thigh. “And soon, you won’t even want to try.”

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Sometimes Kitty felt, well… a little bit silly, dressing the way she did. Sure, she looked cute, and most of the time that was enough to keep her from questioning her choice in outfits when she looked in the mirror and saw a pretty little neko-girl with cat ears on her headphones and cat paws on the soles of her stockinged feet and the most adorable cat tail swaying down from the belt around her waist. She was a college student now, making her own money and allowed her own taste in fashion, and if that meant she decided to dress up like her namesake when she felt like it, who was anyone to say no?

But sometimes she felt a little bit of… not confusion, exactly, because it really felt more like a fog was lifting from her mind than settling onto it… uncertainty, perhaps. A lessening of the conviction that usually buoyed Kitty’s spirits and left her happily fantasizing about the day when she could stop thinking and respond to every question with a warm, satisfied purr. A feeling that maybe this was all a little silly, possibly even embarrassing. And that was when it always popped into Kitty’s head that she didn’t have to go through her self-doubt alone. She could go into her messages, find that account her eyes always slid right over whenever she wasn’t in this odd, rebellious mood, and send a text to someone listed only as ’({*})’.

Today’s message was very simple: ‘im resissting’. Kitty didn’t know why that seemed like such an appropriate way to describe her momentary identity crisis; she wasn’t resisting so much as questioning, at least in her own increasingly divided mind. But her fingers apparently knew exactly what to type, and they also knew how to do… other things. No wonder she made a few little typos in her text–Kitty’s thumb was quaking and quivering as it hovered over the touchscreen while her other hand relentlessly rubbed her bare, smooth labia until her cunt leaked onto the vinyl fabric of her favorite easy chair. Her eyes began to unfocus waiting for a response.

By the time it came, Kitty was already on the edge of orgasm. 'Pretty pussies have pretty pussies’, it said, and Kitty looked up at the full-length mirror across from her chair as if seeing it for the first time. She let out a grunt of helpless arousal at the sight of herself, one leg high in the air with her adorable paw stockings on full display, the other flat on the floor, exposing her… her pussy. Oh god. Of course. She always felt so much more turned on when she gave in and became her pussy. The whole 'cat’ thing was just an expression of that truer, deeper inner need. How could she have forgotten that?

A notification popped up on her screen, and Kitty tapped it without really wondering why. Soft music began to play through her Bluetooth kitten-ear headphones, music with whispers in it that Kitty heard without really paying attention to. 'pprety pusses javr perry puzzies’, she mashed into the touchscreen, the closest she could come to repeating her owner’s words back to them. Her eyes drifted away from the mirror, back to the phone that promised to reinforce her pleasure and obedience, but Kitty could still see her slick, dripping pussy out of the corner of her eye. And as always, it made her weak and compliant for her controller.

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In all the ways that mattered, Emmy was gone. Her baby blue eyes gazed straight ahead, seeing a spiral that only existed in her mind–a spiral that captivated her so completely and totally that she didn’t even notice the world around her anymore. Her jaw hung slack and open, the muscles of her face so blank and expressionless that any observer might think her asleep if not for those wide, staring eyes. She didn’t speak. She didn’t even moan or whimper, despite the bullet vibrator nestled snugly against her clit and held in place by a pair of latex panties. Even when the proctor gently stroked her chin and parted her lips a little wider into a perfect cocksucking ‘O’, she didn’t react at all. She merely froze as she was posed, her mind blissfully empty. Perfectly ready for her next programming session.

“You’re a happy little cockslut now,” the proctor murmured, and even though Emmy gave absolutely no sign of even hearing the words, let alone understanding them, the woman in head-to-toe black latex knew that Emmy was absorbing her conditioning without resistance. “Every time you see a man, you can’t help thinking about what his cock would feel like in your mouth. You can’t help fantasizing about licking your lips and sliding your pretty head down that warm, stiff shaft until you’re kissing his balls, and you’re going to do everything you can to pleasure that penis until his hot, sticky cum is sliding down your throat. Isn’t that right, pretty girl?” Emmy couldn’t even nod for herself in her current state. The proctor moved her chin up and down for her.

“Nothing makes you happier than being down on your knees, giving a man an eager, sloppy blowjob,” the woman in black purred, and Emmy couldn’t disagree. All her disagreement had been used up months ago during that spa weekend when the spiral was first planted in her brain, and now all her owners needed to do was walk up to her and brush their fingers intimately against the hollow of her throat to put her back into that same compliant, empty state. She wouldn’t remember any of this when she woke. But her deep self would instinctually obey. “You want to service his cock, his balls, take his load wherever he wants to dump it,” the proctor continued, and Emmy felt her head rise and fall in another manipulated nod of agreement.

“Every man you meet–every single man you encounter from the moment you wake up in the morning to the moment you fall asleep at night–is a cock you need to service.” A trickle of drool spilled from the corner of Emmy’s mouth as she listened, the only visible sign of her desire to comply. “You’re going to flirt with them–subtly if you need to, openly if you can, but always with the intention of ending that conversation with their dick fucking your face. And once you’ve sucked them off, once you’ve used all those skills in the back of your brain to make them empty their balls into you, you’re going to make sure they know that they can have that again. Any time they want. Any time they feel like using you. And it’s going to make you feel so contented and happy and complete knowing that you pleased that man’s penis. Isn’t that right, pretty slave?” Another compelled nod. Emmy wasn’t even aware of it, but her subconscious instinctively associated the motion with agreement and that made it so much easier to accept her brainwashing.

“Good girl,” the proctor said, removing Emmy’s collar and striding briskly away as the hypnotized woman gradually came back to her senses. She had a lot of other women to get to that day, and no time to waste on Emmy now that her latest programming session was complete. And when she was finished, she knew she would strip off her latex outfit and forget just like Emmy did that she was nothing more than another of the brainwashed, obedient slaves who carried out Master’s will.

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By the time the man in white arrived, Jaz was sitting on the rocky point overlooking the river with her legs spread and a wide, blissful smile on her drowsy face. Her long brown fingers skated again and again over her massively swollen clit–it actually peeked out from beneath the hood of her labia it had gotten so big and stiff, and Jaz couldn’t stop herself from petting and rubbing it until her entire brain tingled with sleepy rapture–and her clothes were nowhere to be seen. Jaz had a confused memory of throwing them into the river, but everything before she started playing with her pussy was kind of a blank now. “Are you my Master?” she mumbled, her voice slurred and muzzy with befuddled ecstasy. She didn’t know why, but she knew she needed a Master now.

The man in white crouched down between Jaz’s legs, studying her stiff clitty with great interest. “Yes I am,” he said, his tone polite and patronizing and shivering with carefully controlled lust. “I’m your Master, Jasmine, and I’m here to take you back with me to my nice warm house where you can have that drippy little pussy fucked properly. Doesn’t that sound good?” Jaz nodded vacantly, her mind more on the bulge in her Master’s trousers than on his words. It was still early enough in the spring that she could feel her body getting chilly despite the heat of her desire, and the sound of curling up in a nice cozy bed and getting her cunt plowed by Master’s cock sounded better than anything right now. A trickle of anticipatory musk leaked down her inner thigh to drip onto the cool rocky surface beneath her.

“You gave me quite a few difficulties, didn’t you, young lady?” Master said, straightening up and offering his hand to Jaz to help her to her feet as well. Jaz felt her cheeks go hot with embarrassed contrition as she nodded in reply; her memories were still a tangled, muzzy fog of confusion, but she distantly recalled stumbling to her car and driving with no particular destination in mind beyond simply ‘away’. And when the arousal and the deep, groggy bewilderment made it too unsafe to drive, she pulled over into the nearest rest area and started walking. And when the river got in between her and her next step, she threw her phone in the water with her clothes to buoy it and hoped it would float downstream far enough to fool them as to her whereabouts.

It was so silly to think she could fool Master, though, Jaz realized as he hauled her upright and wiped her pussy juice off with a handkerchief. He was so clever, clever enough to make the machine that sapped her will and emptied her thoughts and filled her brain with all the programming that was still unpacking itself inside her brain with every throb of her swollen clit, and Jaz was so fucking stupid with lust now. Of course he would find her. Of course he would defeat her. Of course he would claim her for his own. It was all a foregone conclusion, and Jaz was just being naughty and silly by trying to fight it. She needed to listen to her pussy and do what she was told like a good girl, that was all. “Thank you for coming to get me, Master,” she burbled, one finger still between her legs as she followed him back to the car. The throb in her cunt erased any question that she was saying the right thing.

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The second I see it, I want to fuck it. Intellectually, I know that’s absurd; I’m in my early forties now, and even when I was younger and wilder and more prone to listen to that wet throb in my pussy and do something stupid, it never extended to masturbating with a stranger’s dildo in the middle of a public park. But my cunt wants what it wants, and as soon as my eyes lock onto the long thick silicone shaft the woman is holding out to me, I know that what it wants is to shove that thing up inside me until there’s barely enough left sticking out for my fingers to hold on to. “Uh huh!” I burble cheerfully, taking the fake cock and wriggling out of my panties right there on the park bench. I’m not even sure whether she actually asked me a question, or whether I’m just agreeing with the entire notion of fucking myself out in the open like this.

I hike up my skirt until anyone walking by can see my bare pink pussy and part my labia with two fingers to help slide the dildo inside. It doesn’t take much effort–the moment it sinks more than a few fractions of an inch into my slick, leaky cunt, I realize that I’m incredibly wet. The toy glides frictionlessly inside me despite its girth, and I feel my expression melt into a blank and plastic smile. “Uh huh,” I murmur, settling into a thrusting rhythm that leaves a puddle on the bench within moments. I’ve never been this goddamn soaked before. I don’t know what’s happening to me; I’m not the kinky type, I’m not gay (even if I have had a few fantasies now and again about Brie Larson)… but something about this cock, this shape, this shade of purple makes me throw caution to the wind and fuck myself in front of a total stranger. “Uh huh,"I whimper again, the pulses of pleasure inside my head obliterating any memory of her words.

The first climax hits, and my eyes unfocus into a blur of hazy rapture. When they refocus, she’s got out her phone and she’s filming every second of my degradation, but I can’t bring myself to care. I know I have to look incredibly sexy right now, smiling and fucking myself and staring at her with the intelligence of a golden retriever behind my empty blue eyes. I want to show the entire world how good it feels to clench my pussy around my special dildo and cum like a goddamn porn star–no. No, it’s even better than that. I’m not cumming like a porn star, I’m cumming until I become a porn star. "Uh huh!” I chirrup, my voice now a breathy squeak of pure ecstasy that makes Marilyn Monroe sound like Marilyn vos Savant.

I still don’t know what she’s saying to me, but I can feel the impressions of it in the way my thoughts change after every giggled, “Uh huh!” I suddenly love sex with women, I suddenly want to show off my naked body, I suddenly adore the notion of being controlled by a sex toy that makes me inexplicably weak-willed and susceptible to suggestions. It’s not hard to derive a proof by implication, but it’s incredibly difficult to care about what’s happening to me. Especially when I’m on my fourth climax and counting. My eyes have glazed over in a permanent thousand-yard stare, and all I can think of is getting the rest of the way naked for my new Mistress.

She doesn’t let me. Not yet. She helps me put my panties on over the toy, pushing both up until it’s filling me up in a perpetual orgasm that melts me into a docile and pliable state. Then she walks me out of the park, over to the parking lot, into her car and off to a new life. “Uh huh,” I sigh out as the seat belt clicks into position. Then my eyelids finally flutter shut and I sink completely into the pleasure of obedience.

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“S-so anyway, I was saying, um… I, I was saying….” Molly blushed, the bright red flush creeping up her forehead and contrasting vividly with her sky-blue hair. She normally didn’t have this much trouble holding onto a train of thought; usually, she was able to hold court extemporaneously on a topic for hours without even a single moment of hesitation. But for some reason, tonight her cunt was just, well… it was fucking throbbing, there was no other way to put it. She was so fucking wet and horny and aching with arousal that she couldn’t seem to concentrate properly on what she was saying. But with a titanic effort, she focused on Cal’s sparkling green eyes and said, “I was saying, I don’t think hypnosis is real.”

The small but appreciative crowd in her tiny apartment gave her a look that suggested they weren’t entirely convinced. Stung, Molly pushed on. “No, seriously. I mean, yes, I know that there are some MRI results that suggest something is going on in the brain, but really, it’s kind of a far cry from a few inconclusive and easily misinterpreted brain scans to, to all the far-fetched claims hypnotists make about being able to make people… do things.” Her voice trailed into silence again for a long moment as she struggled to contain the hot, needy tingle in her clit at the thought of being made to perform for a hypnotist, and she shifted position awkwardly on the floor.

“Like, um, like, like, umm….” Molly’s brain fogged over, the examples she thought she could come up with on the fly suddenly flying clean out of her head, and she experienced another surge of hot embarrassment that somehow went straight down to her pussy and made it ache with desire. Everyone was looking at her so intently, Cal most of all, and here she was a stammering, babbling wreck under the pressure of talking to just five or six friends. It was enough to make her squirm, but somehow squirming right now only made her arousal so much worse. “Like, take hypnotic amnesia,” she managed to squeak out, finally breaking the deadlock in her mind even as she felt her cunt leaking with arousal.

“You know, h-hypnotists, they say they can… can make, um, make a woman f-forget she was hyp, um, hypnotized.” Nope, this was a mistake. This particular thread of conversation was making Molly’s pussy so utterly dripping wet that she could feel it clenching, and she was squirming and wriggling with helpless lust at the thought of being compelled like that. How had she even gotten onto this topic? It had been a secret fantasy of hers for years, and she felt so impossibly seen talking about it in front of her friends like this. But if she stopped now, they’d have to know how horny it was making her. Best to keep going. “But could, um, could you really ever f-f-forget something like that?”

Her vision swam, Cal’s bright smiling eyes coaxing more and more babble out of Molly’s practically empty head. “Could you, uh, c-could you just for… forget that you were naked from the waist down, squatting on a big, uh, b-big thick dildo with your legs spread so everyone could see it going innnhhhh! And, and out?” Her jaw hung slack, turning the words into a slurred mumble. “Could you pull down your collar and show everyone your, your titties and just, like… not even notice?” Molly’s nipples ached at the thought, but she couldn’t play with them right now. Not with her hands behind her back, helping push her… helping make her… the thought popped in Molly’s head, unable to sustain itself in the face of her arousal. She smiled vacantly. And with an encouraging nod from Cal, she went back to discussing her new favorite topic.

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