Wow

I take overstimulation extremely seriously just so we’re all aware.

Most I’ve ever made a guy cum was 27 times in one session and all of those happened in the span of about 5-10 minutes

Got him really warmed up and started fucking him with a dildo while I alternated between whispering in his ear, biting his neck, playing with his chest etc. After only a minute or two he shyly muttered out that he was going to cum. I stopped, stared directly at him and we had this brief, telling moment of eye contact before he got so embarrassed he had to turn away. We both knew he was under the impression he couldn’t cum without touching his dick and the fact he almost just did was so fucking hot to me.

I pinned his leg over my shoulder and continued. Within a minute he was back to how he was before, just on the verge and I kept moving it while he shook beneath me. Finally let up after he came all over my hand and I asked if he’d cum sarcastically to make fun of how obvious and hard it was and he just whimpered out “… I came twice”

He absolutely should not have told me this because as soon as I knew making him cum over and over was on the table I was determined to go as far as I possible could, and hearing him say two like that was addictively cute. I Pinned him even more and continued, told him to count every time he cums before quickly getting back into it.

27 times I made this very masc dude cum. 27!

Didn’t even think that was a possible number. Every 15-30 seconds I’d feel him tense up and clench on the dildo then I’d hear his little chocked voice murmur out a number before I kept going. He made a giant fucking mess, squirting basically each time in the beginning. I kept moving the goal post further and further, “come on let’s just get to 10 puppy!”, “I think we could do 15 don’t you?”, “Whoops that was a 16th one, well we might as well get to twenty, right?”. He was fully trembling, shaking, crying. His eyes were in constant state of being rolled back and the noises he was making were so intense. The best part was hearing him count though, it was the only coherent thing he would say and he struggled to get out each number but if he didn’t count I’d start choking him.

Hearing a grown man moan out “25” or whatever ridiculous number we were on has to be one of the hottest things I’ve experienced. I would have kept going forever but he was begging and pleading for me to stop and for some reason I don’t think he believed that I’d really let him be done at 30

He was a complete fucking mess after as you’d imagine. Basically just sat there in a daze for 10 minutes but I made sure to make fun of him. I mean 27? Really? Just an embarrassingly high number. He also physically couldn’t handle any play for like several days after this so safe to say I throughly worked him out.

I guess now my goal in life will be to get someone to 30

A Ridiculous Hypnofetish Dream I Had

A few nights ago, I had this dream. I’ve been doing orgasm denial all through November, and my dreams have gotten… intense. It is not like my usual stories and follows some absurd dream logic, but, here we are. I was very conflicted about sharing this because it’s not a thing I talk about often and is very embarrassing for me.

CW: noncon, snake stuff, tiniest mention of vore

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I am walking in downtown New York.

I know exactly where I am. I am visiting a dear friend. We are spending a few days together; she has set up a little picnic in one of NYC’s enormous parks. It is a bright Fall day, still tepid and warm out despite the season. We are getting an early start to get set up; she is talking to me about who I will meet at the gathering. Friends of hers that she is sure I will like.

On our way, I see a few cats hanging on apartment steps, lounging in the sun. I am a little surprised that they are so relaxed and allowed to be outside, but I will never argue with seeing more cats in my life.

As we walk, I see one apartment that has a small garden in gravel behind the sidewalk, with a few plants. There is a cat rolling around in the foliage and dirt.

I do another take.

The cat has a snake wrapped around its body. It is struggling.

“I’ll catch up,” I tell my friend.

I walk over to the scene. Both the snake and cat lift their heads to look at me, uncharacteristically human-like glances.

The cat is a gray-white tabby. The snake is green, coils obscuring the tabby stripes, and head just a bit larger than I’d expect with big, piercing golden eyes.

“Shoo,” I say, a bit lamely, and then try to make myself look threatening.

The snake uncoils itself, spooked for a moment, but before slithering away, it looks at me, and somehow, it looks annoyed.

The cat rights itself and licks its paw. I pet it, and easily pick it up; so tolerant. I place it on the steps.

“It’s dangerous out here,” I tell it. “Your owners probably should take you inside.”

The cat does not respond.

I see my friend just a ways up ahead, waiting for me and with a couple more people now, probably a few of her friends.

I look back and see the cat sitting on the stoop, and my eyes find the snake who is now hiding in a bush, still looking annoyed with me.

Cautiously, I turn my back and go to catch up.

I try to shake the feeling of being followed.

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The picnic is very pleasant. There is delicious food and some community events in the park, and soon our small group becomes large and mingled with other people from the neighborhood. I am having a good time socializing. My friend is flitting in and out, periodically going back to her apartment to get more food or cups.

A man I haven’t seen before walks up and starts chatting with the people in our little corner. He is laughing, and he has a sharp smile. I idly watch him for a moment, and then he looks over at me, and smirks.

His eyes are that same golden piercing color as the snake from before.

I am suddenly very, very scared. A small snake, however angry it was at me for saving its prey, did not feel very threatening to me.

But a snake that can transform into a person, a snake that made it a point to stalk me and now make fast friends with our little picnic…

He walks over, smiling wickedly.

“Hello,” he says. “Have we met before?”

“Um,” I say, nervous, averting my eyes. “I don’t think so?”

My heart is pounding in my chest. Everyone will think I’m crazy if I call him out for what he is. But am I in danger? Did he come to get revenge on me somehow?

“Well it’s sssso nice to meet you,” he says, and it is pure malicious, the way he drags the ‘s’ out, and then I realize that something is terribly, terribly not in my favor.

I am scared, but I am horribly, horribly turned on; his sibilance, his eyes – this is too close to secret, early fantasies, the ones that make me break down, the ones I can’t resist.

“Look,” he says, more quietly.

I look up at him.

He is triumphant, and I have no doubt in my mind that he knows the way my body is responding to him.

And for a moment, I meet his eyes, and I notice them beginning to swirl with color.

I gasp and look away as he laughs.

“Doesn’t it look good though,” he whispers as I stare at the ground. I stiffen; he chuckles and walks away, finally.

It is abundantly clear to me what is happening in this situation.

He followed me here to get back at me for taking away his dinner. He knows what I want most of all. He is going to use my desires to lure me into becoming docile so he can…

Well, I don’t know what he is going to do. Hurt me? Eat me, maybe…

…That seems most plausible.

Everyone at the picnic seems enamored by him. He is charming and charismatic, and I just try not to look at him, try to lay low.

But soon, I hear him call above the gentle hum of laughter and conversation.

“Anyone want to try something fun?”

People gather and giggle and ask what it is.

He grins. “I can hypnotize some of you, do some party tricks. It feels really good, I promise.”

My heart sinks as the crowd ‘ooh’s and ‘ahh’s and talks excitedly.

I can’t say anything. I can’t do anything. I stand there shocked, staring at him.

He looks directly at me.

“Any volunteers?” he asks.

A few girls titter and blush, but he doesn’t stop looking at me.

“What about you?” he says, smiling coldly. “You look like you could relax a little…”

Again, hissing the word.

The people I’ve met are egging me on, telling me to do it as he pierces me with that gaze, and I can’t help but think about how it would feel to stare into his spiraling eyes and lose myself, despite the danger, how turned on I am…

I mumble excuses, decline as much as I can.

“Alright,” he says. “Want to see me do it on someone else first? That’s fine.”

A girl from the crowd steps up, shyly.

He looks at her, pleased, and shoots me one last glance that says, ‘Watch this, if you dare.’

He is standing just a few feet away from her now, and he doesn’t stop grinning as she fixes his gaze on him.

“Just look into my eyes,” he says.

The crowd hushes.

The trap is too good – do I break the social norm and look away, save myself from the temptation and eroticism, or do I give in and watch, see how he does it, feel my desire climb?

I look…

His eyes are spiraling and my pussy clenches as I see the colors blossom over and over from his pupils. My eyes dart to her, and that was a mistake – her jaw is loosening, her mouth beginning to soften into a little ‘o’, eyes widening and reflecting the colors in his eyes, and then she gives a sigh… Her mouth turns up into a pleased, soft smile…

I can’t. I can’t watch this anymore. I’m gasping for breath. I squeeze my hands into fists, trying desperately to keep composure.

I hear him wake her up, and the group begins laughing and making comments. Again I’m reminded, as I’ve always been reminded in my life, of how different the general social response to hypnosis is. No one is crippled like I am. To them, it’s a fun game.

He looks at me, and I feel raw, intense desire and shame.

He smiles and it is so cruel.

“It felt good, right?” he asks the woman.

“Yeah,” she said, “really good.”

“Really good?” he says, teasing, making a scene of it.

She laughs. “Yes, really good!”

“Yeah, when I hypnotize people, they’re like, ‘ohhhhh, it feels so good…’” He moans openly and the crowd welcomes the bawdy tone, laughing and encouraging.

I watch in horror as he imitates her face, eyes swirling with that smile, and then distorts it, makes it almost cartoonish as he smiles wider, rolls his eyes up, opens his mouth, lets his tongue loll…

He goes through a few more expressions, all pornographic depictions of someone in deep trance, and I feel myself yearning for it, as though he’s showing me what I might look like, how good I would feel if I just gave in.

The crowd is howling.

I am shrinking into myself in a corner. My pussy is throbbing, needing. I have never been this turned on in public before. I can’t move. I’m doubled over with how badly I want this.

He leaves the group for a moment and walks towards me, and I give a little whimper; in such a short time, my body and brain have strongly, deeply associated him as the object of all of my desires.

“Looks good, right? Don’t you want it?” His voice is dripping with victory, sexual and cold.

I can’t even breathe.

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tranceboat

4 years ago

I liek this one

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tranceboat

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I was so busy all of april I didn't get to draw any bunny Rory, so better late than never ~🐰

You can see the uncensored version on Bluesky or Patreon

Good Girls at the Slumber Party

CW: Hypnosis

*tap*

My eyes fluttered open, where am I? Had I fallen asleep during the movie? I found myself on the floor of a dimly lit bedroom, I was restrained…no I was being held. Arms wrapped around me in a tight hug. I looked up and I saw a girl sitting in a desk chair, she smiled down at me

“Did you sleep well, pet?”

My memories started to return…the slumber party, the movie, the spiral…this girl…I started to struggle against the arms holding me, which elicited a giggle from behind me.

“Now now, settle down sweetie”

The Girl in the chair waggled a disapproving finger at me, then before I could react she reached forward and-

*tap*

…

*tap*

My eyes fluttered open, where am I? I felt arms around me, holding me in a tight embrace. And I heard a chorus of laughter and giggles from all around. I looked to see…everyone, everyone from the slumber party seated in a circle around me. They were all looking at me, smiling. All their gazes made me freeze in embarrassment. What had I done that was so funny? What happened? I remembered the slumber party, the movie, the spiral…the girl…The girl sitting in the chair just in front of me. She smiled down on me with a light in her eyes

“Oh..so precious…you’ll make a wonderful pet”

“P-pet?” I stammered, I tried to struggle against the embrace that held me, I glanced back up in time to see her hand coming toward my-

*tap*

…

*tap*

My eyes fluttered open, I was staring directly into someone's eyes. I felt hands on my cheeks, holding my head

“Shhhhhh darling, shhhhhhh”

A familiar voice…from the party…right the slumber party, the movie, the spiral…the-

“Shhhhh, just relax for a moment, don’t think just listen”

Her hand gently ran down my face, crashing my train of thought. I tried to ask a question but it just came out as incoherent babbling. Just as I was starting to get my thoughts in order I felt her-

*tap*

…

*tap*

My eyes fluttered open, I-

*tap*

…

*tap*

My eyes-

*tap*

…

*tap*

…

*tap*

…

*tap*

…

“There we go, you're ready to listen now. Kelsey, could you come over here?”

“Yes Mistress!”

“Good girl, just get on your knees right there okay? Perfect, smile at your friend. Good. Now pay attention to Kelsey here alright? She’s going to demonstrate how the button that turns off your brain works. Just tap her on the forehead and…there she goes. Look at her sleeping so deeply, so prettily. So perfectly relaxed now that her brain is off, and now we bring her back with another…tap, and she’s back. How do you feel Kelsey

“I feel wonderful Mistress”

“Good girl, now let's show your friend a new trick, are you paying attention sweetie?”

Everything felt heavy and slow, I was wrapped in a warm comforting embrace, it felt like I was in a dream

“yes…”

“Very good, now when a good girl gets her button pressed, her brain turns off. Press it again and it comes back on. But what happens when we hold it down? Let's find out, ready Kelsey?”

Before Kelsey could answer, she reached over and pressed a finger into her forehead. At once Kelsey’s mouth dropped open she took on a vacant expression. Then her eyes rolled back, fluttering…

“There we go, now Kelsey are you awake or asleep?”

“I am awa…aslee…”

She mumbled

“That’s right, you’re not awake or asleep, you’re both!”

The girl in the chair looked at me to explain

“You see, it's kinda like with a computer. You can turn it on or off with a button, but if you hold it down you can do a hard reset, and I can install new instructions before booting it back up. What are your instructions Kelsey?”

“I am a Slumber Party Slut”

“And what does that mean?”

“It means I do whatever any girl at the slumber party tells me to do”

“Good girl! Now it's time for you to receive some new instructions, you brought a friend to take your place, so now you are a Slumber Party Slave. What are you Kelsey?”

“I am a Slumber Party Slave”

“That’s right, a slumber party slave’s job is to tell the sluts what to do, and train them to be very Good Girls for Mistress. And of course…to use them however you like. Now it seems your friend is in need of some basic training, what are you going to do Kelsey?”

“I’m going to make her into a Good Girl, I’m going to make her into a Slumber Party Slut”

“Very good slave”

She removed her finger from Kelsey’s head, and her eyes finally snapped shut. She would have collapsed in a heap if the girl in the chair wasn’t propping her up. The girl turned to me and smiled one last time

“You two have fun”

She tapped Kelsey on the forehead again and she opened her eyes. Then the girl got up from her chair and left the room as Kelsey started moving towards me. My mind was feeling less foggy now, and suddenly adrenaline coursed through me as I tried in vain to struggle free. Much to the amusement of whoever was holding me

“Kelsey! Please just…wait a second”

She just smiled at me, and reached toward me. I had to resist, I had to fight. I tried to focus on staying awake. But all I could think about was the look that had been on Kelsey’s face while she was-

*tap*

I felt myself fall asleep…but I didn’t fall asleep, it was like drifting off but never quite sleeping. Just the falling and falling…falling…falling…falling…falling...falling…

“You are a Good Girl”