Hypno Slave 소설 & 이야기

That is always awkward when the Dom is nearby. As I move lower with the harness, I notice something. I had been avoiding eye contact with Slave's creamy butt cheeks. I knew tere was a good chance that my co9ck would thicken if I were to pay too much attention to certain body parts. As I bring the rope under her glutinous maximus, I notice a shiny object resting between her cheeks. Slave has had a metal butt plug inside her this whole time. My co8ck twitched and I nearly groaned out loud. I stand, finishing the harness and tying off the ends of the rope. I then begin the task of raising her into the air. I carefully check all points of contact the rope has with her delicate skin before I star

It felt like they had been teleported to an endless domain of eternal darkness. They lost total control of their body. Their limbs were stiff and their mouths could not form any sort of speech. Freedy sneered in satisfaction when he saw that they had fallen into his spell as they began to sink into a deep slumber. "Listen to my command and kneel!" He ordered them in a hypnotic state. Crash! Crash! Hilda, Gasper and Nuella pitched forward and fell to the floor in a kneeling position as their bodies followed his orders unconsciously.

Emma was curled up on the living room couch in a loose white tank top and tiny pink cotton shorts that barely covered the curve of her ass, scrolling through her phone while a rom-com played softly in the background. Ryan lounged in the armchair across from her, pretending to play on his own phone. In reality, he had spent the last three weeks perfecting **“HypnoControl”** — a secret app he’d coded in his computer science classes. It used subliminal audio triggers, visual pulsing patterns, and deep-embedded suggestions that could be delivered through any screen or speaker. Once installed and activated, it could rewrite obedience, arousal, and memory in the target’s mind with terrifying preci

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re

I pop in my headphones and put on some music, Billy Joel, Vienna. I’ve just finished undressing when the hair on the back of my neck stands up. It’s gigantic creepy molten devil man. I scream, not because he’s startled me, but because looking at him, I can feel all the possibilities that the future holds. I take a defensive stance, and draw on my power, but before I make my move, he’s in front of me. He places his hand on my mark and inhales deeply, his hand burns me, I pull all of my power and bring my palm up to his forehead. I will what looks like a ball of light into his head, and he explodes into ash just as Ransom and Walt break down the door to my suite.

He stated bringing back her attention, she nods and he released her jaw, he rest his hands on the bed, giving Imogen a challenging look. She held back for a bit, then remembered her former mistress Samantha words. A s3x slave is expected to do anything, anything to satisfy her master. And that is what she is, she is a s3x slave and he is her master. She brought her mouth closer to his c*ck, licking the tip of his c*ck. "Mmm" A loud moan escaped from Simon but yet he still had a strict look on. She took his huge d*ck into her mouth, stroking it as she sucks on it as fast as she could to put him in great ecstasy soon.

You don't know the demon you are provoking. —I don't give a damn what you say asshole, I'm not your damn toy, my feelings are not a diversion that you can step on as you please. I am your slave but that's over, I own my will, not you and if you dare... want to hurt someone, I swear you'll regret it. I am not weak, not anymore.

That is what I want her to be like for the rest of her life. A slave should always be a slave she can't try defending herself from someone like me oh no! If she leads me to be my slave forever I won't be messing with her again. If not I will spoil her image here and she will be ruined. I will make sure she doesn't see a spouse for herself and that everyone hates her. "Vivian Lively." As I was happy I heard my name so I checked who called me. It was Neil. He was carrying a long face with hatred on it.

There was only one probable explanation. I was living in a dream, a funny and terrifying one. "N-n-northern wolves?" "Yes," Cyrus said, then acknowledged the man in front. "Theo, has the crisis been averted?" "Considerably so. We reached a compromise." "They should know better than to mess with us," snarled Cyrus. "Greedy pests," he hissed. "Who is she?" "Ah, my new slave. I paid a fine price for her."

’ The clear voice in my mind mumbles to me. I break out of the trance and light appears back, the darkness disappearing from around me. I don’t stumble back in shock this time. I hold my ground even if I realise what I had done. “ No one — No one can enslave me anymore. But if I want… ” I hiss, my eyes still burning up with the electric blue colour. “ I can make YOU my slave. ” My voice drops down a few octaves. Viktor blinks his eyes, a frown settling between his eyebrows. He sighs and hangs his head low before storming out of the room.