Asmr Trigger Words Novels & Stories

Inside, my mind raced with dirty thoughts, picturing those same lips on my body, worshipping every inch I demanded. I had been doing this for years, twisting therapy sessions into my personal playground, but David felt different, more responsive, like clay ready to be shaped into my perfect plaything. When I reached one, I let a small smile curve my lips, though he couldn't see it. "You're fully hypnotized now, David. My words are your truth. You feel an overwhelming urge to obey me, to please me in every way. And when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up, but my commands will stay buried deep in your mind, ready to surface whenever I say the trigger word. That word is 'submit.' Do you understa

An excited yelp sounds in the room, my heartbeat thrums heavily with raw dark excitement. " The safe word is my name, " there's a glint of mischief in his eyes. Fucker. " That's one hell of a safe word when you're the only thing on my mind " " That's the point, you say my name Bellissima and I stop" he smirks.

Suddenly I remember the words and I blurt them out before I can stop myself. "What is BDSM?" Ash spits out his water onto the floor and completely chokes on it, almost stumbling to the ground. He coughs as his face changes color to crimson red in a matter of seconds and he looks around at the ground frantically, his behaviour changing completely. Weird. He's never gotten this reaction at the other things I have asked.

* Aramyth added her two cents worth. *Aramyth! Shut up you filthy wolf!* I replied. *Are you really going to deny that you want him naked and on top of you, making you writhe in pleasure?* I growled at her, feeling a tug in my core at the thought, moisture pooling between my thighs, *Great, now he’ll smell my arousal. You’re an ass, Aramyth.* *You’re welcome.* She replied in a sing song voice I was as red as a tomato as I argued with her. Tristan had buried his nose in my neck, taking in a deep breath, “I’m gonna need you to reign in your thoughts, Love. Or I’m going to need a very cold shower.”

she asked as my head snapped to her. I looked at her shocked and unable to say a word. She bit her lips as she looked at me through her eyelids. "I am" I sigh as she tensed. "How did you know?" I asked as she stared at me for a few minutes. "I had a feeling. You have strange vitals. I first thought its just some minor difference but then your wound was healing at a very rapid speed. I was starting to have doubt but when Daniel was talking about how they are looking for the prince, I felt you tense. I saw a moment of fear in your eyes and just now.... just now you told all those things when I was sleeping." she said as I nodded.

EM–0C0 Ember’s jaw clenched. “What is it?” Dr. Dell turned to her slowly. “You have a trigger buried in a specific sensory combination.” “Meaning?” “Touch. Smell. Sound. If activated in the right sequence… your brain shuts off its threat response. You obey without hesitation.” Ember’s blood ran cold. “It was never in the code,” she whispered. “It was in the conditioning.” Dr. Dell nodded. “He embedded it when you were a child. Your scent memory. Voice tone. Skin temperature recognition.”

Not reacting. Just absorbing the final removal of illusion. Then her phone rang. Damian. She answered. No greeting. No warmth. Just: “I have it,” she said. A pause on the other end. Then Damian: “I know.” Another pause. Then: “You were never the target,” he added quietly. “You were the trigger point.” Amara closed her eyes briefly. When she spoke again, her voice was different. Not broken. Not emotional. Focused. “Then tell me who benefits from the trigger.”

“What do you mean?” His gaze doesn’t shift. “In BDSM, a trigger’s anything that can push someone into panic or fear. Something that reminds them of trauma, or makes them feel trapped, unsafe. It can be a word. A position. A type of touch. It doesn’t have to make sense. But it matters.” I stare at him, my chest tightening. “You’ve been through something, Red. And you might not know yet what’s going to hit you wrong. But we need to figure it out. Together. Before we start anything.”

“Thank God, she’s awake,” I still couldn’t focus well to catch a sight of these voice-holders. These were the statements I heard right after my arousal. “W*-water” I faintly moved my lips to interact with them. “W*ter! Pass the water,” a didactic voice repeated my words,

My jaw drops as I scream a voiceless cry while I feel his raging beam hammering me. Ashron is good and hitting the correct spot, making me moan voicelessly as my mind goes crazy. Every time he hits me, a tingling sensation from my stomach transfer an excruciating vibration in my head. His speed is constants to moderate and slow, making my body feel relax and pleasured.