This may not fit ENTIRELY with the meaning of the card, but it kinda fits, and also it amuses me.
Turning a scribble into a sketch.
Now there’s not SUPPOSED to be a “!” mark above the right-most figure’s head, that’s just an artefact of partially erasing some lines; but I found it funny so I left it in for long enough to put here.
Workable sketch.
Base lines.
Neatened lines.
Some colours; decided to start with the blues this time, for the light and bioluminescence.
Added in the reds; next step is me staring blankly at the image, trying to figure out WHICH are the bits I want to change, because currently all I can tell is that there’s SOMETHING.
This may not fit ENTIRELY with the meaning of the card, but it kinda fits, and also it amuses me.
Turning a scribble into a sketch.
Now there’s not SUPPOSED to be a “!” mark above the right-most figure’s head, that’s just an artefact of partially erasing some lines; but I found it funny so I left it in for long enough to put here.
Workable sketch.
Base lines.
Neatened lines.
Some colours; decided to start with the blues this time, for the light and bioluminescence.
This may not fit ENTIRELY with the meaning of the card, but it kinda fits, and also it amuses me.
Turning a scribble into a sketch.
Now there’s not SUPPOSED to be a “!” mark above the right-most figure’s head, that’s just an artefact of partially erasing some lines; but I found it funny so I left it in for long enough to put here.
This may not fit ENTIRELY with the meaning of the card, but it kinda fits, and also it amuses me.
Turning a scribble into a sketch.
Now there’s not SUPPOSED to be a “!” mark above the right-most figure’s head, that’s just an artefact of partially erasing some lines; but I found it funny so I left it in for long enough to put here.
This may not fit ENTIRELY with the meaning of the card, but it kinda fits, and also it amuses me.
Turning a scribble into a sketch.
Now there’s not SUPPOSED to be a “!” mark above the right-most figure’s head, that’s just an artefact of partially erasing some lines; but I found it funny so I left it in for long enough to put here.
This may not fit ENTIRELY with the meaning of the card, but it kinda fits, and also it amuses me.
Turning a scribble into a sketch.
Now there’s not SUPPOSED to be a “!” mark above the right-most figure’s head, that’s just an artefact of partially erasing some lines; but I found it funny so I left it in for long enough to put here.
“Yeah. Not totally clear how much she consciously understands, but she can definitely hear us and absorb what we’re saying.”
“So do we need to be careful what we say, then? I mean, can it mess stuff up if she, like… realizes what we did to her?”
“No. She might understand, she might not. No way of knowing. But it won’t have any effect on what she does or how she acts.”
I wanted to scream, to lash out. They were so close. I could have clawed their eyes out, smashed their heads together, kneed them both in the balls. But I couldn’t move. I was a prisoner.
“Will she respond if we speak to her? Directly, I mean?”
“See for yourself.”
“Okay. Um, Georgia? Can you hear me? Answer me.”
“Yes, I can hear you.”
Fuck, my voice sounded disgusting. All monotone and cloying and soft. Like some kind of robot. Look at the two of them, nudging each other excitedly. God, they’re disgusting.
“Holy fuck, that’s cool.”
“Go ahead, have her say something else.”
“Like what?”
“Anything you want. What’s something you’ve always wanted to hear this little ice princess say?”
“Hmmm… okay, here we go - Georgia, say ‘I’m a dumb little slut who’s dying for your cock’.”
“I’m a dumb little slut who’s dying for your cock.”
Jesus. That’s horrifying. I can’t stop myself. I’m just frozen like this… I need to get out of here. Whatever it is they drugged me with has to wear off eventually, right? I just have to make it through until then. Then I’ll escape, or call for help, or something. Maybe castrate these two sacks of shit first.
“Fuck, that’s awesome. Okay, let me think, what else-”
“Hang on. Enough playing around.”
“What? What do you mean? This is fucking hot!”
“True. But it won’t be much fun if it doesn’t last, will it?”
“What? What do you mean? This isn’t permanent?”
“Not yet. We need to move her to the next stage.”
Fuck, fuck, no, please, no! Goddammit, next stage? What does that mean? I need to get out of here. I need to fight this. Fuck, please, don’t let this happen…
“Georgia, look at me. Good. You’re going to do what I tell you to do. Correct?”
“Yes. I’m going to do what you tell me to do.”
God, no. Please, no, don’t… what’s he going to do? Fuck, fuck, fuck…
“Georgia, you do what we tell you to do. You say what we tell you to do. Correct?”
“Yes. I do what you tell me to do. I say what you tell me to say.”
It’s okay. It’s not going to be permanent. You’re going to get out of this. Don’t panic. Don’t panic, don’t panic, oh god don’t panic…
“Now, you’re going to think what I tell you to think. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I’m going to think what you tell me to think.”
Fuck. No. Fuck, please. He can’t do that. Can he? He can’t make me think things I don’t want to… can he? Oh god…
“Georgia, please think ‘I love how much control he has over me’ right now.”
I love how much control he has over me.
Oh god. Oh my god. That really worked. Fuck! Oh no. He can make me think things. He’s got… oh god, he’s got so much control over me, and… and… I love it. Oh god, it’s already working!
“Georgia, please think ‘I want him to keep telling me what to think’ right now.”
I want him to keep telling me what to think.
Oh my god. That’s… incredible. Fucking terrifying, but… he’s got so much control over me. I love that. He can make me think anything. I hope he does it again. I shouldn’t want that, but… god, I do, I really do.
“Georgia, please think-”
“How can you tell if it’s working?”
“Dude, shut the fuck up! Let me finish!”
“Okay, okay, sorry…”
“For god’s sake…”
“I said sorry!”
“Alright. Anyway. Georgia, please think ‘I’m going to be a slave forever’ right now.”
I’m going to be a slave forever.
It’s true. He’s got so much control over me. More than I realized. He controls my body. He controls my mind. And he’s making me want it. Making me love it. Oh god. I’m never going to be free.
“Georgia, tell me that you’re going to be a slave forever.”
“I’m going to be a slave forever.”
It’s true. Oh my god, it’s true.
“Georgia, tell me how you feel about that, and please be completely honest.”
I… oh god.
“Very, very happy.”
I’m going to be a slave forever.
Wow…. this is one of the hottest pieces of writing I’ve ever read.
When you first start with a girl you know is submissive, make her cum. A lot. Doesn’t matter how. Fucking or using mouth and hands. (The latter really does give more control with this.) The first time you fuck her she should lose count of how many time she gets off. Toward the end of the session give her no rest in between till she tries to make you stop. Then look up at her, smile, look her in the eyes and shake your head. Then give her some more, briefly but hard. Judge if she will actually let you keep going. If she resists, look up and tell her to beg while while slightly teasing. …I’m sure you get the idea from there.
This does something to a girl. Most girls don’t cum because the guy doesn’t bother. They usually have never had to say no to an orgasm, ever. You made them beg you to stop.
Over the next while, keep making her cum. Her sex drive will go through the roof. But start making her work for it more as time goes on. Start small. Cock sucking, or small sexy performances. Make her start practising things. Training her gag reflex. Eventually you start making her test her limits, and push them. But never force her. Make her push them. She should never even just ask for it, she should beg. Beg for the opportunity to push her own limits so she can earn the privilege of cumming. Not only does this ensure that consent is present with everything you do, but it starts training responsiveness in her.
By this point you should have started making her edge. At first it’s a teasing game, then the next thing she knows it’s a regular practice. Even when she’s doing things that test her limits, or she’s training, she should have her cunt stimulated somehow. Associate her duties as a fucktoy with pleasure. (I will go into doing this hypnotically in another post)
Eventually orgasms become less frequent, and harder to earn. Start teaching her that her pleasure doesn’t belong to her. And eventually that it doesn’t matter at all. Start with complete denial at times. By this point she will be stimulated by everything else you do to her. Start seeing if she will beg to edge. Encourage her. Let her know you enjoy seeing her tease herself. But make her work for it the privilege of doing it.
(For details about fucktoy training see #goodfucktoydosanddonts #details)
Brooke loved her husband and was confident that he’d never cheat — she even fulfilled all of his sex fantasies just to make sure.
But still, he had been acting weird. Going out at strange hours. Talking to her differently. Even sex had this bizarre mix of hot and cold.
So before going to her job as a yoga instructor — she taught the ever-popular all-girls tantric bikram class — Brooke decided to snoop on her husband’s laptop, just to see if there was anything weird in his emails or text messages or whatever.
Brooke wasn’t sure what she’d find — maybe a new girl at work was being a little too friendly. Or maybe he was planning some sort of surprise for their upcoming anniversary.
But she certainly wasn’t expecting to see a picture of herself on something called Master PC. It even listed a bunch of random personal information about her: weight, job, breast size, sexual orientation. All the info was correct, but, well, weird.
It said “Sexy yoga instructor” under the “Job” listing — accurate, Brooke thought to herself with a smile — but next to that was the word “psychiatrist” with a line though it.
She skimmed over the pages of info:
Breast size: A-CupD-Cup
Skin tone: PaleTan
Sexuality (0-10): FourNine
Hair length: ShoulderMid-Back
It was all too much to take in, though Brooke definitely saw the words “exhibitionist” “sporty” and “loves posting in Instagram.”
But it was the last paragraph all the way at the bottom under “Contingency” that caught Brooke’s attention.
“If Brooke ever finds Master PC on her husband’s computer,” she read to herself. “She will use it to make herself sexier for her husband, whom she loves and adores.”
Brooke paused for a second.
“Well,” the former psychiatrist said as she clicked a few keys. “Goodbye gag reflex.”
And with a smile, she closed the laptop, took a selfie of herself, posted it to her Insta page, and walked out of the apartment in her shorts and sports bra, ready to teach a bunch of cuties how to sweat it up.
mercury being in taurus right now is contemplation. once it enters gemini we can begin putting our plans into action. testing ground. then cancer where perfection and standards form and leo is where our initial idea will see it’s success. work with transits.
