u/The_Arrogant_Third

As the taxi turned up the long driveway, you got your first glimpse of the resort and its huge welcome sign. “Welcome to Jocasta Resort” it read in large yellow lettering, “making his dream your reality”. Upon reading those words a shiver ran down your spine as a myriad of erotic visions flooded your mind as all the possibilities of what this trip held tried to play out in your imagination simultaneously.

Sensing something was different, I turned and looked at you. “Are you okay, Mum?” I asked, as I reached over and gave your hand a gentle reassuring squeeze. “Oh, yes sweetheart. Just excited to finally be here!” You said as your other hand patted mine gently, sending yet another jolt of electricity through your body. It wasn’t technically a lie, but it was definitely not the whole truth.

As the taxi pulled up outside the main building, you began to wonder at what point you should tell me why they were really here. To let me know that, as a reward for my finishing University and moving back home, my own mother had booked for the two of us to stay at an exclusive incest resort. Not only that, but you had timed it such that they would be here across your most fertile period. Was I ready to become your lover? Was I ready to become a father? You suspected you knew the answer to the first question. Having worked hard to keep your figure after the divorce, you knew first hand that men found you attractive - a certified MILF, some of my friends had once not particularly quietly referred to you as. However the answer to the second question was much harder to gauge. Perhaps it would just be better to commit to it first and reveal it later. After all, what man was going to say no if you were riding him senseless?

But such questions were pushed from your mind as the taxi came to a stop. I quickly turned and jumped out the taxi before turning back to you smiling, enthusiastically encouraging you “come on Mum, let’s go!” Moving round behind the taxi I grabbed our bags from and waited, somewhat impatiently, for you to get out.

As we both walked into the main reception, its clean white walls and crisp minimalist decor presented an image of a clean, yet welcoming hotel. The main entrance had a few couples enjoying some quiet drinks together. The fact that they all considered of middle aged women and younger men went, apparently, completely unnoticed by me. Approaching the reception desk, the middle aged female receptionist smiled warmly at us. “Welcome to Jocasta resort” she said, as she eyed us both up, her gaze lingering slightly on me.

“Hi, thank you. We have a reservation…” you replied, sliding your mobile phone over that contained our reservation details. Smiling politely the woman took your phone and began to check the details on her computer. As I was busy gazing around the entrance hall, you took my hand and turned me to face you. “Thank you for indulging me baby. I know you’ll enjoy it here!” You said, trying hard to stop a massive grin covering your entire face, choosing instead to allow yourself a satisfied smirk. “It’s okay Mum” I replied, still completely oblivious as to the resorts true meaning, “it seems really nice, and besides who doesn’t want to go on holiday to a tropical resort?”.

“Ah, there we go.” The checkout lady suddenly announced. “All checked in. So you’re in the deluxe suite.” She said, sliding a couple of key cards over the counter. “So that’s down the hall to the elevator and then up to the fourth floor. You can’t miss it from there.” She said smiling. “I hope you both have a fulfilling stay” she said as, unnoticed by me as I’d already headed off in the direction of the elevators, she and you shared a knowing grin.

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Hey DPP, so hopefully the above has prettied much spelt out exactly what I’m looking for a partner to play out - a mother and son staying at an exclusive incest resort, with the son being completely oblivious to the resorts true nature. Ideally this would also include the mother wanting to become pregnant by him, however that’s not a deal breaker so if that’s not your thing, please feel free to contact me and let me know and we can exclude that aspect me the story.

I am looking for this to be a somewhat longer term thing rather than just a few simple scenes as, despite the subject matter, I want the characters to have a connection and grow together (in your characters case, hopefully quite literally!). I only write on Reddit and only in the first person present tense.

Some of my kinks/limits are listed below. Please note that these are neither exhaustive nor mandatory (apart from one very obvious kink!).

Kinks - incest (duh), gentle femdom/mommydom, breeding/pregnancy risk, dirty talk (about pregnancy risk in particular), cowgirl, big breasts, lingerie, seduction, facesitting, boobjobs, praise, affection.

Limits - anal, animals, gore, humiliation, sharing (not a limit per se, just have no interest in anyone other than the two main characters being involved in this particular story) and toilet stuff.

If you’re interested, send me a chat and we can discuss characters/scenarios etc.

My eyes were almost closed but still I struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But you were making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared me now danced inside my drooping eyelids. Your musky perfume filled my nostrils, tranquilizing me when I should be terrified. Your voice was cooing and inviting, promising me repose ... and relief. I could no longer push away the soft hand on my cock, massaging me, stroking me, making me want to come so bad. Still I resisted. I knew, somehow, that as long as I did not orgasm I was not lost. That was your teasing, almost irresistibly tempting, offer: let you make me cum, give in to your touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt my will into yours.

How did this happen? How could I have blundered from a difficult relation with my pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If I had only known that you were was not just a psychologist, but a hypnotist! I had always feared hypnosis, sensing in my depths perhaps, that I was vulnerable, especially to a woman. That was my problem with Debra; I could never stand up to her. I made good money but her constant demands for expensive gifts kept me nearly broke. I suspected she knew about the trust fund that would vest when I turned twenty five and had plans for me to make her pregnant so I would have to marry her. I knew I should extricate myself from her clutches before she sucked me into the mistake of a lifetime, but never quite could.

That's when I decided I needed psychological counseling to give myself enough backbone to send Debra packing before she triumphantly presented me with her bulging tummy. I had been taken aback by a woman with a figure and stature like yours, who greeted me in an erotic parody of medical garb and heels that made you still more imposing. But you had seemed so sympathetic, so motherly as you ushered me into the dimly lit office and had me sit down in such a way I could almost see up your smock. I was embarrassed to find myself constantly losing my train of thought, distracted by your large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as you crossed and re-crossed your long, stockinged legs.

You let him talk about my weakness, how Debra made me do things, asking to describe the techniques Debra used to manipulate me. Before I knew it, you were paraphrasing my story back to me, explaining to me how weak I was, how vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra's. It was so unfair of Debra, making me stare at her breasts until I was so horny she could do anything she wanted with me. Debra knew that I could not keep my eyes off a pair of large, bouncy breasts when she unbuttoned her top, that I would stare at her breasts and listen to her voice until I was floating, feeling dreamy and sleepy, my mind open to her commands.

Only at the last moment did I realise what was going on: you were hypnotizing me. But by then I was at a disadvantage. I did not know when or how you had pushed down my trousers and had a hand between my legs, doing wonderful things to me as you spoke. 8 I fought your intrusion into my mind with all my waning strength. But a delicious weakness was flowing into my body and brain, borne on your fingers and lilting words. But I was still holding out. I had to hold out!

Then I felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened my mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. You felt it too, too, and stroked me slightly faster. "That's it sweety! You're going to cum ... so good. You're going to let me make you cum. Don't fight it, sweety. You know you want to cum ... so bad. Cum for ME Sweety. Cum and sleep. Cum ... to sleep. Cum... to sleep. Cum!"

It was over. At your final command, I felt the orgasm well up and wash away my last grip on my senses. I did not explode; your manipulation of my sex had been too gentle. I overflowed, helplessly, embarrassingly if I could have felt embarrassment. I did not spurt; cum dribbled and oozed into your hand from my softening prick. Not a little, for you had been stimulating me too well and too long. On and on, you encouraged, one gooey dollop after another trickled into the hand that continued to slide up and down my deflating penis, milking me, draining me. “Such a good boy. Such a lot of nice cum for me, all your cum. Empty. Sated. Now you can go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep for me." As the light of consciousness faded, the last words I heard were, "Goodnight ... sweety."

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Hey, I’m interested in doing a roleplay whereby my character is hypnotised by yours. What you’ll do with me once I’m under is something that can be discussed. Do you implant triggers to make me do things in my every day life? Do you make me fall in love with you and/or become your personal pet? I’m open to any ideas may have.

I have two main big kinks - gentle femdom/mommydom and breeding/pregnancy. Now neither of these is mandatory, but they’re obviously my two biggest kinks, so any suggestion that doesn’t incorporate at least one of them is going to need to be really special.

My limits would be things like animals, toilet stuff, humiliation, violence, chastity etc. if it’s not kind/gentle based, I’m probably not interested in it.

I’ve also got no interest in people skipping over the actual hypnosis stuff. Whilst it doesn’t need to be the most detailed writing ever (I know I can struggle with it at times!), I’m really looking for something more than an ‘and now you’re hypnotised’ type approach.

If any of the above has caught your interest, then please let me know. I’d love to chat further about this and see what we can come up with together.

Low effort posts (e.g. ‘wanna RP?’) will be ignored.

My eyes were almost closed but still I struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But you were making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared me now danced inside my drooping eyelids. Your musky perfume filled my nostrils, tranquilizing me when I should be terrified. Your voice was cooing and inviting, promising me repose ... and relief. I could no longer push away the soft hand on my cock, massaging me, stroking me, making me want to come so bad. Still I resisted. I knew, somehow, that as long as I did not orgasm I was not lost. That was your teasing, almost irresistibly tempting, offer: let you make me cum, give in to your touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt my will into yours.

How did this happen? How could I have blundered from a difficult relation with my pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If I had only known that you were was not just a psychologist, but a hypnotist! I had always feared hypnosis, sensing in my depths perhaps, that I was vulnerable, especially to a woman. That was my problem with Debra; I could never stand up to her. I made good money but her constant demands for expensive gifts kept me nearly broke. I suspected she knew about the trust fund that would vest when I turned twenty five and had plans for me to make her pregnant so I would have to marry her. I knew I should extricate myself from her clutches before she sucked me into the mistake of a lifetime, but never quite could.

That's when I decided I needed psychological counseling to give myself enough backbone to send Debra packing before she triumphantly presented me with her bulging tummy. I had been taken aback by a woman with a figure and stature like yours, who greeted me in an erotic parody of medical garb and heels that made you still more imposing. But you had seemed so sympathetic, so motherly as you ushered me into the dimly lit office and had me sit down in such a way I could almost see up your smock. I was embarrassed to find myself constantly losing my train of thought, distracted by your large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as you crossed and re-crossed your long, stockinged legs.

You let him talk about my weakness, how Debra made me do things, asking to describe the techniques Debra used to manipulate me. Before I knew it, you were paraphrasing my story back to me, explaining to me how weak I was, how vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra's. It was so unfair of Debra, making me stare at her breasts until I was so horny she could do anything she wanted with me. Debra knew that I could not keep my eyes off a pair of large, bouncy breasts when she unbuttoned her top, that I would stare at her breasts and listen to her voice until I was floating, feeling dreamy and sleepy, my mind open to her commands.

Only at the last moment did I realise what was going on: you were hypnotizing me. But by then I was at a disadvantage. I did not know when or how you had pushed down my trousers and had a hand between my legs, doing wonderful things to me as you spoke. 8 I fought your intrusion into my mind with all my waning strength. But a delicious weakness was flowing into my body and brain, borne on your fingers and lilting words. But I was still holding out. I had to hold out!

Then I felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened my mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. You felt it too, too, and stroked me slightly faster. "That's it sweety! You're going to cum ... so good. You're going to let me make you cum. Don't fight it, sweety. You know you want to cum ... so bad. Cum for ME Sweety. Cum and sleep. Cum ... to sleep. Cum... to sleep. Cum!"

It was over. At your final command, I felt the orgasm well up and wash away my last grip on my senses. I did not explode; your manipulation of my sex had been too gentle. I overflowed, helplessly, embarrassingly if I could have felt embarrassment. I did not spurt; cum dribbled and oozed into your hand from my softening prick. Not a little, for you had been stimulating me too well and too long. On and on, you encouraged, one gooey dollop after another trickled into the hand that continued to slide up and down my deflating penis, milking me, draining me. “Such a good boy. Such a lot of nice cum for me, all your cum. Empty. Sated. Now you can go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep for me." As the light of consciousness faded, the last words I heard were, "Goodnight ... sweety."

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Hey, I’m interested in doing a roleplay whereby my character is hypnotised by yours. What you’ll do with me once I’m under is something that can be discussed. Do you implant triggers to make me do things in my every day life? Do you make me fall in love with you and/or become your personal pet? I’m open to any ideas may have.

I have two main big kinks - gentle femdom/mommydom and breeding/pregnancy. Now neither of these is mandatory, but they’re obviously my two biggest kinks, so any suggestion that doesn’t incorporate at least one of them is going to need to be really special.

My limits would be things like animals, toilet stuff, humiliation, violence, chastity etc. if it’s not kind/gentle based, I’m probably not interested in it.

I’ve also got no interest in people skipping over the actual hypnosis stuff. Whilst it doesn’t need to be the most detailed writing ever (I know I can struggle with it at times!), I’m really looking for something more than an ‘and now you’re hypnotised’ type approach.

If any of the above has caught your interest, then please let me know. I’d love to chat further about this and see what we can come up with together.

Low effort posts (e.g. ‘wanna RP?’) will be ignored.

My eyes were almost closed but still I struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But you were making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared me now danced inside my drooping eyelids. Your musky perfume filled my nostrils, tranquilizing me when I should be terrified. Your voice was cooing and inviting, promising me repose ... and relief. I could no longer push away the soft hand on my cock, massaging me, stroking me, making me want to come so bad. Still I resisted. I knew, somehow, that as long as I did not orgasm I was not lost. That was your teasing, almost irresistibly tempting, offer: let you make me cum, give in to your touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt my will into yours.

How did this happen? How could I have blundered from a difficult relation with my pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If I had only known that you were was not just a psychologist, but a hypnotist! I had always feared hypnosis, sensing in my depths perhaps, that I was vulnerable, especially to a woman. That was my problem with Debra; I could never stand up to her. I made good money but her constant demands for expensive gifts kept me nearly broke. I suspected she knew about the trust fund that would vest when I turned twenty five and had plans for me to make her pregnant so I would have to marry her. I knew I should extricate myself from her clutches before she sucked me into the mistake of a lifetime, but never quite could.

That's when I decided I needed psychological counseling to give myself enough backbone to send Debra packing before she triumphantly presented me with her bulging tummy. I had been taken aback by a woman with a figure and stature like yours, who greeted me in an erotic parody of medical garb and heels that made you still more imposing. But you had seemed so sympathetic, so motherly as you ushered me into the dimly lit office and had me sit down in such a way I could almost see up your smock. I was embarrassed to find myself constantly losing my train of thought, distracted by your large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as you crossed and re-crossed your long, stockinged legs.

You let him talk about my weakness, how Debra made me do things, asking to describe the techniques Debra used to manipulate me. Before I knew it, you were paraphrasing my story back to me, explaining to me how weak I was, how vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra's. It was so unfair of Debra, making me stare at her breasts until I was so horny she could do anything she wanted with me. Debra knew that I could not keep my eyes off a pair of large, bouncy breasts when she unbuttoned her top, that I would stare at her breasts and listen to her voice until I was floating, feeling dreamy and sleepy, my mind open to her commands.

Only at the last moment did I realise what was going on: you were hypnotizing me. But by then I was at a disadvantage. I did not know when or how you had pushed down my trousers and had a hand between my legs, doing wonderful things to me as you spoke. 8 I fought your intrusion into my mind with all my waning strength. But a delicious weakness was flowing into my body and brain, borne on your fingers and lilting words. But I was still holding out. I had to hold out!

Then I felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened my mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. You felt it too, too, and stroked me slightly faster. "That's it sweety! You're going to cum ... so good. You're going to let me make you cum. Don't fight it, sweety. You know you want to cum ... so bad. Cum for ME Sweety. Cum and sleep. Cum ... to sleep. Cum... to sleep. Cum!"

It was over. At your final command, I felt the orgasm well up and wash away my last grip on my senses. I did not explode; your manipulation of my sex had been too gentle. I overflowed, helplessly, embarrassingly if I could have felt embarrassment. I did not spurt; cum dribbled and oozed into your hand from my softening prick. Not a little, for you had been stimulating me too well and too long. On and on, you encouraged, one gooey dollop after another trickled into the hand that continued to slide up and down my deflating penis, milking me, draining me. “Such a good boy. Such a lot of nice cum for me, all your cum. Empty. Sated. Now you can go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep for me." As the light of consciousness faded, the last words I heard were, "Goodnight ... sweety."

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Hey, I’m interested in doing a roleplay whereby my character is hypnotised by yours. What you’ll do with me once I’m under is something that can be discussed. Do you implant triggers to make me do things in my every day life? Do you make me fall in love with you and/or become your personal pet? I’m open to any ideas may have.

I have two main big kinks - gentle femdom/mommydom and breeding/pregnancy. Now neither of these is mandatory, but they’re obviously my two biggest kinks, so any suggestion that doesn’t incorporate at least one of them is going to need to be really special.

My limits would be things like animals, toilet stuff, humiliation, violence, chastity etc. if it’s not kind/gentle based, I’m probably not interested in it.

I’ve also got no interest in people skipping over the actual hypnosis stuff. Whilst it doesn’t need to be the most detailed writing ever (I know I can struggle with it at times!), I’m really looking for something more than an ‘and now you’re hypnotised’ type approach.

If any of the above has caught your interest, then please let me know. I’d love to chat further about this and see what we can come up with together.

Low effort posts (e.g. ‘wanna RP?’) will be ignored.

My eyes were almost closed but still I struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But you were making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared me now danced inside my drooping eyelids. Your musky perfume filled my nostrils, tranquilizing me when I should be terrified. Your voice was cooing and inviting, promising me repose ... and relief. I could no longer push away the soft hand on my cock, massaging me, stroking me, making me want to come so bad. Still I resisted. I knew, somehow, that as long as I did not orgasm I was not lost. That was your teasing, almost irresistibly tempting, offer: let you make me cum, give in to your touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt my will into yours.

How did this happen? How could I have blundered from a difficult relation with my pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If I had only known that you were was not just a psychologist, but a hypnotist! I had always feared hypnosis, sensing in my depths perhaps, that I was vulnerable, especially to a woman. That was my problem with Debra; I could never stand up to her. I made good money but her constant demands for expensive gifts kept me nearly broke. I suspected she knew about the trust fund that would vest when I turned twenty five and had plans for me to make her pregnant so I would have to marry her. I knew I should extricate myself from her clutches before she sucked me into the mistake of a lifetime, but never quite could.

That's when I decided I needed psychological counseling to give myself enough backbone to send Debra packing before she triumphantly presented me with her bulging tummy. I had been taken aback by a woman with a figure and stature like yours, who greeted me in an erotic parody of medical garb and heels that made you still more imposing. But you had seemed so sympathetic, so motherly as you ushered me into the dimly lit office and had me sit down in such a way I could almost see up your smock. I was embarrassed to find myself constantly losing my train of thought, distracted by your large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as you crossed and re-crossed your long, stockinged legs.

You let him talk about my weakness, how Debra made me do things, asking to describe the techniques Debra used to manipulate me. Before I knew it, you were paraphrasing my story back to me, explaining to me how weak I was, how vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra's. It was so unfair of Debra, making me stare at her breasts until I was so horny she could do anything she wanted with me. Debra knew that I could not keep my eyes off a pair of large, bouncy breasts when she unbuttoned her top, that I would stare at her breasts and listen to her voice until I was floating, feeling dreamy and sleepy, my mind open to her commands.

Only at the last moment did I realise what was going on: you were hypnotizing me. But by then I was at a disadvantage. I did not know when or how you had pushed down my trousers and had a hand between my legs, doing wonderful things to me as you spoke. 8 I fought your intrusion into my mind with all my waning strength. But a delicious weakness was flowing into my body and brain, borne on your fingers and lilting words. But I was still holding out. I had to hold out!

Then I felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened my mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. You felt it too, too, and stroked me slightly faster. "That's it sweety! You're going to cum ... so good. You're going to let me make you cum. Don't fight it, sweety. You know you want to cum ... so bad. Cum for ME Sweety. Cum and sleep. Cum ... to sleep. Cum... to sleep. Cum!"

It was over. At your final command, I felt the orgasm well up and wash away my last grip on my senses. I did not explode; your manipulation of my sex had been too gentle. I overflowed, helplessly, embarrassingly if I could have felt embarrassment. I did not spurt; cum dribbled and oozed into your hand from my softening prick. Not a little, for you had been stimulating me too well and too long. On and on, you encouraged, one gooey dollop after another trickled into the hand that continued to slide up and down my deflating penis, milking me, draining me. “Such a good boy. Such a lot of nice cum for me, all your cum. Empty. Sated. Now you can go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep for me." As the light of consciousness faded, the last words I heard were, "Goodnight ... sweety."

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Hey, I’m interested in doing a roleplay whereby my character is hypnotised by yours. What you’ll do with me once I’m under is something that can be discussed. Do you implant triggers to make me do things in my every day life? Do you make me fall in love with you and/or become your personal pet? I’m open to any ideas may have.

I have two main big kinks - gentle femdom/mommydom and breeding/pregnancy. Now neither of these is mandatory, but they’re obviously my two biggest kinks, so any suggestion that doesn’t incorporate at least one of them is going to need to be really special.

My limits would be things like animals, toilet stuff, humiliation, violence, chastity etc. if it’s not kind/gentle based, I’m probably not interested in it.

I’ve also got no interest in people skipping over the actual hypnosis stuff. Whilst it doesn’t need to be the most detailed writing ever (I know I can struggle with it at times!), I’m really looking for something more than an ‘and now you’re hypnotised’ type approach.

If any of the above has caught your interest, then please let me know. I’d love to chat further about this and see what we can come up with together.

Low effort posts (e.g. ‘wanna RP?’) will be ignored.

My eyes were almost closed but still I struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But you were making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared me now danced inside my drooping eyelids. Your musky perfume filled my nostrils, tranquilizing me when I should be terrified. Your voice was cooing and inviting, promising me repose ... and relief. I could no longer push away the soft hand on my cock, massaging me, stroking me, making me want to come so bad. Still I resisted. I knew, somehow, that as long as I did not orgasm I was not lost. That was your teasing, almost irresistibly tempting, offer: let you make me cum, give in to your touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt my will into yours.

How did this happen? How could I have blundered from a difficult relation with my pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If I had only known that you were was not just a psychologist, but a hypnotist! I had always feared hypnosis, sensing in my depths perhaps, that I was vulnerable, especially to a woman. That was my problem with Debra; I could never stand up to her. I made good money but her constant demands for expensive gifts kept me nearly broke. I suspected she knew about the trust fund that would vest when I turned twenty five and had plans for me to make her pregnant so I would have to marry her. I knew I should extricate myself from her clutches before she sucked me into the mistake of a lifetime, but never quite could.

That's when I decided I needed psychological counseling to give myself enough backbone to send Debra packing before she triumphantly presented me with her bulging tummy. I had been taken aback by a woman with a figure and stature like yours, who greeted me in an erotic parody of medical garb and heels that made you still more imposing. But you had seemed so sympathetic, so motherly as you ushered me into the dimly lit office and had me sit down in such a way I could almost see up your smock. I was embarrassed to find myself constantly losing my train of thought, distracted by your large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as you crossed and re-crossed your long, stockinged legs.

You let him talk about my weakness, how Debra made me do things, asking to describe the techniques Debra used to manipulate me. Before I knew it, you were paraphrasing my story back to me, explaining to me how weak I was, how vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra's. It was so unfair of Debra, making me stare at her breasts until I was so horny she could do anything she wanted with me. Debra knew that I could not keep my eyes off a pair of large, bouncy breasts when she unbuttoned her top, that I would stare at her breasts and listen to her voice until I was floating, feeling dreamy and sleepy, my mind open to her commands.

Only at the last moment did I realise what was going on: you were hypnotizing me. But by then I was at a disadvantage. I did not know when or how you had pushed down my trousers and had a hand between my legs, doing wonderful things to me as you spoke. 8 I fought your intrusion into my mind with all my waning strength. But a delicious weakness was flowing into my body and brain, borne on your fingers and lilting words. But I was still holding out. I had to hold out!

Then I felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened my mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. You felt it too, too, and stroked me slightly faster. "That's it sweety! You're going to cum ... so good. You're going to let me make you cum. Don't fight it, sweety. You know you want to cum ... so bad. Cum for ME Sweety. Cum and sleep. Cum ... to sleep. Cum... to sleep. Cum!"

It was over. At your final command, I felt the orgasm well up and wash away my last grip on my senses. I did not explode; your manipulation of my sex had been too gentle. I overflowed, helplessly, embarrassingly if I could have felt embarrassment. I did not spurt; cum dribbled and oozed into your hand from my softening prick. Not a little, for you had been stimulating me too well and too long. On and on, you encouraged, one gooey dollop after another trickled into the hand that continued to slide up and down my deflating penis, milking me, draining me. “Such a good boy. Such a lot of nice cum for me, all your cum. Empty. Sated. Now you can go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep for me." As the light of consciousness faded, the last words I heard were, "Goodnight ... sweety."

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Hey, I’m interested in doing a roleplay whereby my character is hypnotised by yours. What you’ll do with me once I’m under is something that can be discussed. Do you implant triggers to make me do things in my every day life? Do you make me fall in love with you and/or become your personal pet? I’m open to any ideas may have.

I have two main big kinks - gentle femdom/mommydom and breeding/pregnancy. Now neither of these is mandatory, but they’re obviously my two biggest kinks, so any suggestion that doesn’t incorporate at least one of them is going to need to be really special.

My limits would be things like animals, toilet stuff, humiliation, violence, chastity etc. if it’s not kind/gentle based, I’m probably not interested in it.

I’ve also got no interest in people skipping over the actual hypnosis stuff. Whilst it doesn’t need to be the most detailed writing ever (I know I can struggle with it at times!), I’m really looking for something more than an ‘and now you’re hypnotised’ type approach.

If any of the above has caught your interest, then please let me know. I’d love to chat further about this and see what we can come up with together.

Low effort posts (e.g. ‘wanna RP?’) will be ignored.

My eyes were almost closed but still I struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But you were making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared me now danced inside my drooping eyelids. Your musky perfume filled my nostrils, tranquilizing me when I should be terrified. Your voice was cooing and inviting, promising me repose ... and relief. I could no longer push away the soft hand on my cock, massaging me, stroking me, making me want to come so bad. Still I resisted. I knew, somehow, that as long as I did not orgasm I was not lost. That was your teasing, almost irresistibly tempting, offer: let you make me cum, give in to your touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt my will into yours.

How did this happen? How could I have blundered from a difficult relation with my pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If I had only known that you were was not just a psychologist, but a hypnotist! I had always feared hypnosis, sensing in my depths perhaps, that I was vulnerable, especially to a woman. That was my problem with Debra; I could never stand up to her. I made good money but her constant demands for expensive gifts kept me nearly broke. I suspected she knew about the trust fund that would vest when I turned twenty five and had plans for me to make her pregnant so I would have to marry her. I knew I should extricate myself from her clutches before she sucked me into the mistake of a lifetime, but never quite could.

That's when I decided I needed psychological counseling to give myself enough backbone to send Debra packing before she triumphantly presented me with her bulging tummy. I had been taken aback by a woman with a figure and stature like yours, who greeted me in an erotic parody of medical garb and heels that made you still more imposing. But you had seemed so sympathetic, so motherly as you ushered me into the dimly lit office and had me sit down in such a way I could almost see up your smock. I was embarrassed to find myself constantly losing my train of thought, distracted by your large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as you crossed and re-crossed your long, stockinged legs.

You let him talk about my weakness, how Debra made me do things, asking to describe the techniques Debra used to manipulate me. Before I knew it, you were paraphrasing my story back to me, explaining to me how weak I was, how vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra's. It was so unfair of Debra, making me stare at her breasts until I was so horny she could do anything she wanted with me. Debra knew that I could not keep my eyes off a pair of large, bouncy breasts when she unbuttoned her top, that I would stare at her breasts and listen to her voice until I was floating, feeling dreamy and sleepy, my mind open to her commands.

Only at the last moment did I realise what was going on: you were hypnotizing me. But by then I was at a disadvantage. I did not know when or how you had pushed down my trousers and had a hand between my legs, doing wonderful things to me as you spoke. 8 I fought your intrusion into my mind with all my waning strength. But a delicious weakness was flowing into my body and brain, borne on your fingers and lilting words. But I was still holding out. I had to hold out!

Then I felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened my mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. You felt it too, too, and stroked me slightly faster. "That's it sweety! You're going to cum ... so good. You're going to let me make you cum. Don't fight it, sweety. You know you want to cum ... so bad. Cum for ME Sweety. Cum and sleep. Cum ... to sleep. Cum... to sleep. Cum!"

It was over. At your final command, I felt the orgasm well up and wash away my last grip on my senses. I did not explode; your manipulation of my sex had been too gentle. I overflowed, helplessly, embarrassingly if I could have felt embarrassment. I did not spurt; cum dribbled and oozed into your hand from my softening prick. Not a little, for you had been stimulating me too well and too long. On and on, you encouraged, one gooey dollop after another trickled into the hand that continued to slide up and down my deflating penis, milking me, draining me. “Such a good boy. Such a lot of nice cum for me, all your cum. Empty. Sated. Now you can go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep for me." As the light of consciousness faded, the last words I heard were, "Goodnight ... sweety."

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Hey, I’m interested in doing a roleplay whereby my character is hypnotised by yours. What you’ll do with me once I’m under is something that can be discussed. Do you implant triggers to make me do things in my every day life? Do you make me fall in love with you and/or become your personal pet? I’m open to any ideas may have.

I have two main big kinks - gentle femdom/mommydom and breeding/pregnancy. Now neither of these is mandatory, but they’re obviously my two biggest kinks, so any suggestion that doesn’t incorporate at least one of them is going to need to be really special.

My limits would be things like animals, toilet stuff, humiliation, violence, chastity etc. if it’s not kind/gentle based, I’m probably not interested in it.

I’ve also got no interest in people skipping over the actual hypnosis stuff. Whilst it doesn’t need to be the most detailed writing ever (I know I can struggle with it at times!), I’m really looking for something more than an ‘and now you’re hypnotised’ type approach.

If any of the above has caught your interest, then please let me know. I’d love to chat further about this and see what we can come up with together.

Low effort posts (e.g. ‘wanna RP?’) will be ignored.

My eyes were almost closed but still I struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But you were making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared me now danced inside my drooping eyelids. Your musky perfume filled my nostrils, tranquilizing me when I should be terrified. Your voice was cooing and inviting, promising me repose ... and relief. I could no longer push away the soft hand on my cock, massaging me, stroking me, making me want to come so bad. Still I resisted. I knew, somehow, that as long as I did not orgasm I was not lost. That was your teasing, almost irresistibly tempting, offer: let you make me cum, give in to your touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt my will into yours.

How did this happen? How could I have blundered from a difficult relation with my pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If I had only known that you were was not just a psychologist, but a hypnotist! I had always feared hypnosis, sensing in my depths perhaps, that I was vulnerable, especially to a woman. That was my problem with Debra; I could never stand up to her. I made good money but her constant demands for expensive gifts kept me nearly broke. I suspected she knew about the trust fund that would vest when I turned twenty five and had plans for me to make her pregnant so I would have to marry her. I knew I should extricate myself from her clutches before she sucked me into the mistake of a lifetime, but never quite could.

That's when I decided I needed psychological counseling to give myself enough backbone to send Debra packing before she triumphantly presented me with her bulging tummy. I had been taken aback by a woman with a figure and stature like yours, who greeted me in an erotic parody of medical garb and heels that made you still more imposing. But you had seemed so sympathetic, so motherly as you ushered me into the dimly lit office and had me sit down in such a way I could almost see up your smock. I was embarrassed to find myself constantly losing my train of thought, distracted by your large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as you crossed and re-crossed your long, stockinged legs.

You let him talk about my weakness, how Debra made me do things, asking to describe the techniques Debra used to manipulate me. Before I knew it, you were paraphrasing my story back to me, explaining to me how weak I was, how vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra's. It was so unfair of Debra, making me stare at her breasts until I was so horny she could do anything she wanted with me. Debra knew that I could not keep my eyes off a pair of large, bouncy breasts when she unbuttoned her top, that I would stare at her breasts and listen to her voice until I was floating, feeling dreamy and sleepy, my mind open to her commands.

Only at the last moment did I realise what was going on: you were hypnotizing me. But by then I was at a disadvantage. I did not know when or how you had pushed down my trousers and had a hand between my legs, doing wonderful things to me as you spoke. 8 I fought your intrusion into my mind with all my waning strength. But a delicious weakness was flowing into my body and brain, borne on your fingers and lilting words. But I was still holding out. I had to hold out!

Then I felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened my mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. You felt it too, too, and stroked me slightly faster. "That's it sweety! You're going to cum ... so good. You're going to let me make you cum. Don't fight it, sweety. You know you want to cum ... so bad. Cum for ME Sweety. Cum and sleep. Cum ... to sleep. Cum... to sleep. Cum!"

It was over. At your final command, I felt the orgasm well up and wash away my last grip on my senses. I did not explode; your manipulation of my sex had been too gentle. I overflowed, helplessly, embarrassingly if I could have felt embarrassment. I did not spurt; cum dribbled and oozed into your hand from my softening prick. Not a little, for you had been stimulating me too well and too long. On and on, you encouraged, one gooey dollop after another trickled into the hand that continued to slide up and down my deflating penis, milking me, draining me. “Such a good boy. Such a lot of nice cum for me, all your cum. Empty. Sated. Now you can go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep for me." As the light of consciousness faded, the last words I heard were, "Goodnight ... sweety."

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Hey, I’m interested in doing a roleplay whereby my character is hypnotised by yours. What you’ll do with me once I’m under is something that can be discussed. Do you implant triggers to make me do things in my every day life? Do you make me fall in love with you and/or become your personal pet? I’m open to any ideas may have.

I have two main big kinks - gentle femdom/mommydom and breeding/pregnancy. Now neither of these is mandatory, but they’re obviously my two biggest kinks, so any suggestion that doesn’t incorporate at least one of them is going to need to be really special.

My limits would be things like animals, toilet stuff, humiliation, violence, chastity etc. if it’s not kind/gentle based, I’m probably not interested in it.

I’ve also got no interest in people skipping over the actual hypnosis stuff. Whilst it doesn’t need to be the most detailed writing ever (I know I can struggle with it at times!), I’m really looking for something more than an ‘and now you’re hypnotised’ type approach.

If any of the above has caught your interest, then please let me know. I’d love to chat further about this and see what we can come up with together.

Low effort posts (e.g. ‘wanna RP?’) will be ignored.

My eyes were almost closed but still I struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But you were making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared me now danced inside my drooping eyelids. Your musky perfume filled my nostrils, tranquilizing me when I should be terrified. Your voice was cooing and inviting, promising me repose ... and relief. I could no longer push away the soft hand on my cock, massaging me, stroking me, making me want to come so bad. Still I resisted. I knew, somehow, that as long as I did not orgasm I was not lost. That was your teasing, almost irresistibly tempting, offer: let you make me cum, give in to your touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt my will into yours.

How did this happen? How could I have blundered from a difficult relation with my pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If I had only known that you were was not just a psychologist, but a hypnotist! I had always feared hypnosis, sensing in my depths perhaps, that I was vulnerable, especially to a woman. That was my problem with Debra; I could never stand up to her. I made good money but her constant demands for expensive gifts kept me nearly broke. I suspected she knew about the trust fund that would vest when I turned twenty five and had plans for me to make her pregnant so I would have to marry her. I knew I should extricate myself from her clutches before she sucked me into the mistake of a lifetime, but never quite could.

That's when I decided I needed psychological counseling to give myself enough backbone to send Debra packing before she triumphantly presented me with her bulging tummy. I had been taken aback by a woman with a figure and stature like yours, who greeted me in an erotic parody of medical garb and heels that made you still more imposing. But you had seemed so sympathetic, so motherly as you ushered me into the dimly lit office and had me sit down in such a way I could almost see up your smock. I was embarrassed to find myself constantly losing my train of thought, distracted by your large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as you crossed and re-crossed your long, stockinged legs.

You let him talk about my weakness, how Debra made me do things, asking to describe the techniques Debra used to manipulate me. Before I knew it, you were paraphrasing my story back to me, explaining to me how weak I was, how vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra's. It was so unfair of Debra, making me stare at her breasts until I was so horny she could do anything she wanted with me. Debra knew that I could not keep my eyes off a pair of large, bouncy breasts when she unbuttoned her top, that I would stare at her breasts and listen to her voice until I was floating, feeling dreamy and sleepy, my mind open to her commands.

Only at the last moment did I realise what was going on: you were hypnotizing me. But by then I was at a disadvantage. I did not know when or how you had pushed down my trousers and had a hand between my legs, doing wonderful things to me as you spoke. 8 I fought your intrusion into my mind with all my waning strength. But a delicious weakness was flowing into my body and brain, borne on your fingers and lilting words. But I was still holding out. I had to hold out!

Then I felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened my mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. You felt it too, too, and stroked me slightly faster. "That's it sweety! You're going to cum ... so good. You're going to let me make you cum. Don't fight it, sweety. You know you want to cum ... so bad. Cum for ME Sweety. Cum and sleep. Cum ... to sleep. Cum... to sleep. Cum!"

It was over. At your final command, I felt the orgasm well up and wash away my last grip on my senses. I did not explode; your manipulation of my sex had been too gentle. I overflowed, helplessly, embarrassingly if I could have felt embarrassment. I did not spurt; cum dribbled and oozed into your hand from my softening prick. Not a little, for you had been stimulating me too well and too long. On and on, you encouraged, one gooey dollop after another trickled into the hand that continued to slide up and down my deflating penis, milking me, draining me. “Such a good boy. Such a lot of nice cum for me, all your cum. Empty. Sated. Now you can go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep for me." As the light of consciousness faded, the last words I heard were, "Goodnight ... sweety."

——————————————————————-

Hey, I’m interested in doing a roleplay whereby my character is hypnotised by yours. What you’ll do with me once I’m under is something that can be discussed. Do you implant triggers to make me do things in my every day life? Do you make me fall in love with you and/or become your personal pet? I’m open to any ideas may have.

I have two main big kinks - gentle femdom/mommydom and breeding/pregnancy. Now neither of these is mandatory, but they’re obviously my two biggest kinks, so any suggestion that doesn’t incorporate at least one of them is going to need to be really special.

My limits would be things like animals, toilet stuff, humiliation, violence, chastity etc. if it’s not kind/gentle based, I’m probably not interested in it.

I’ve also got no interest in people skipping over the actual hypnosis stuff. Whilst it doesn’t need to be the most detailed writing ever (I know I can struggle with it at times!), I’m really looking for something more than an ‘and now you’re hypnotised’ type approach.

If any of the above has caught your interest, then please let me know. I’d love to chat further about this and see what we can come up with together.

Low effort posts (e.g. ‘wanna RP?’) will be ignored.

My eyes were almost closed but still I struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But you were making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared me now danced inside my drooping eyelids. Your musky perfume filled my nostrils, tranquilizing me when I should be terrified. Your voice was cooing and inviting, promising me repose ... and relief. I could no longer push away the soft hand on my cock, massaging me, stroking me, making me want to come so bad. Still I resisted. I knew, somehow, that as long as I did not orgasm I was not lost. That was your teasing, almost irresistibly tempting, offer: let you make me cum, give in to your touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt my will into yours.

How did this happen? How could I have blundered from a difficult relation with my pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If I had only known that you were was not just a psychologist, but a hypnotist! I had always feared hypnosis, sensing in my depths perhaps, that I was vulnerable, especially to a woman. That was my problem with Debra; I could never stand up to her. I made good money but her constant demands for expensive gifts kept me nearly broke. I suspected she knew about the trust fund that would vest when I turned twenty five and had plans for me to make her pregnant so I would have to marry her. I knew I should extricate myself from her clutches before she sucked me into the mistake of a lifetime, but never quite could.

That's when I decided I needed psychological counseling to give myself enough backbone to send Debra packing before she triumphantly presented me with her bulging tummy. I had been taken aback by a woman with a figure and stature like yours, who greeted me in an erotic parody of medical garb and heels that made you still more imposing. But you had seemed so sympathetic, so motherly as you ushered me into the dimly lit office and had me sit down in such a way I could almost see up your smock. I was embarrassed to find myself constantly losing my train of thought, distracted by your large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as you crossed and re-crossed your long, stockinged legs.

You let him talk about my weakness, how Debra made me do things, asking to describe the techniques Debra used to manipulate me. Before I knew it, you were paraphrasing my story back to me, explaining to me how weak I was, how vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra's. It was so unfair of Debra, making me stare at her breasts until I was so horny she could do anything she wanted with me. Debra knew that I could not keep my eyes off a pair of large, bouncy breasts when she unbuttoned her top, that I would stare at her breasts and listen to her voice until I was floating, feeling dreamy and sleepy, my mind open to her commands.

Only at the last moment did I realise what was going on: you were hypnotizing me. But by then I was at a disadvantage. I did not know when or how you had pushed down my trousers and had a hand between my legs, doing wonderful things to me as you spoke. 8 I fought your intrusion into my mind with all my waning strength. But a delicious weakness was flowing into my body and brain, borne on your fingers and lilting words. But I was still holding out. I had to hold out!

Then I felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened my mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. You felt it too, too, and stroked me slightly faster. "That's it sweety! You're going to cum ... so good. You're going to let me make you cum. Don't fight it, sweety. You know you want to cum ... so bad. Cum for ME Sweety. Cum and sleep. Cum ... to sleep. Cum... to sleep. Cum!"

It was over. At your final command, I felt the orgasm well up and wash away my last grip on my senses. I did not explode; your manipulation of my sex had been too gentle. I overflowed, helplessly, embarrassingly if I could have felt embarrassment. I did not spurt; cum dribbled and oozed into your hand from my softening prick. Not a little, for you had been stimulating me too well and too long. On and on, you encouraged, one gooey dollop after another trickled into the hand that continued to slide up and down my deflating penis, milking me, draining me. “Such a good boy. Such a lot of nice cum for me, all your cum. Empty. Sated. Now you can go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep for me." As the light of consciousness faded, the last words I heard were, "Goodnight ... sweety."

——————————————————————-

Hey, I’m interested in doing a roleplay whereby my character is hypnotised by yours. What you’ll do with me once I’m under is something that can be discussed. Do you implant triggers to make me do things in my every day life? Do you make me fall in love with you and/or become your personal pet? I’m open to any ideas may have.

I have two main big kinks - gentle femdom/mommydom and breeding/pregnancy. Now neither of these is mandatory, but they’re obviously my two biggest kinks, so any suggestion that doesn’t incorporate at least one of them is going to need to be really special.

My limits would be things like animals, toilet stuff, humiliation, violence, chastity etc. if it’s not kind/gentle based, I’m probably not interested in it.

I’ve also got no interest in people skipping over the actual hypnosis stuff. Whilst it doesn’t need to be the most detailed writing ever (I know I can struggle with it at times!), I’m really looking for something more than an ‘and now you’re hypnotised’ type approach.

If any of the above has caught your interest, then please let me know. I’d love to chat further about this and see what we can come up with together.

Low effort posts (e.g. ‘wanna RP?’) will be ignored.

My eyes were almost closed but still I struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But you were making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared me now danced inside my drooping eyelids. Your musky perfume filled my nostrils, tranquilizing me when I should be terrified. Your voice was cooing and inviting, promising me repose ... and relief. I could no longer push away the soft hand on my cock, massaging me, stroking me, making me want to come so bad. Still I resisted. I knew, somehow, that as long as I did not orgasm I was not lost. That was your teasing, almost irresistibly tempting, offer: let you make me cum, give in to your touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt my will into yours.

How did this happen? How could I have blundered from a difficult relation with my pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If I had only known that you were was not just a psychologist, but a hypnotist! I had always feared hypnosis, sensing in my depths perhaps, that I was vulnerable, especially to a woman. That was my problem with Debra; I could never stand up to her. I made good money but her constant demands for expensive gifts kept me nearly broke. I suspected she knew about the trust fund that would vest when I turned twenty five and had plans for me to make her pregnant so I would have to marry her. I knew I should extricate myself from her clutches before she sucked me into the mistake of a lifetime, but never quite could.

That's when I decided I needed psychological counseling to give myself enough backbone to send Debra packing before she triumphantly presented me with her bulging tummy. I had been taken aback by a woman with a figure and stature like yours, who greeted me in an erotic parody of medical garb and heels that made you still more imposing. But you had seemed so sympathetic, so motherly as you ushered me into the dimly lit office and had me sit down in such a way I could almost see up your smock. I was embarrassed to find myself constantly losing my train of thought, distracted by your large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as you crossed and re-crossed your long, stockinged legs.

You let him talk about my weakness, how Debra made me do things, asking to describe the techniques Debra used to manipulate me. Before I knew it, you were paraphrasing my story back to me, explaining to me how weak I was, how vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra's. It was so unfair of Debra, making me stare at her breasts until I was so horny she could do anything she wanted with me. Debra knew that I could not keep my eyes off a pair of large, bouncy breasts when she unbuttoned her top, that I would stare at her breasts and listen to her voice until I was floating, feeling dreamy and sleepy, my mind open to her commands.

Only at the last moment did I realise what was going on: you were hypnotizing me. But by then I was at a disadvantage. I did not know when or how you had pushed down my trousers and had a hand between my legs, doing wonderful things to me as you spoke. 8 I fought your intrusion into my mind with all my waning strength. But a delicious weakness was flowing into my body and brain, borne on your fingers and lilting words. But I was still holding out. I had to hold out!

Then I felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened my mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. You felt it too, too, and stroked me slightly faster. "That's it sweety! You're going to cum ... so good. You're going to let me make you cum. Don't fight it, sweety. You know you want to cum ... so bad. Cum for ME Sweety. Cum and sleep. Cum ... to sleep. Cum... to sleep. Cum!"

It was over. At your final command, I felt the orgasm well up and wash away my last grip on my senses. I did not explode; your manipulation of my sex had been too gentle. I overflowed, helplessly, embarrassingly if I could have felt embarrassment. I did not spurt; cum dribbled and oozed into your hand from my softening prick. Not a little, for you had been stimulating me too well and too long. On and on, you encouraged, one gooey dollop after another trickled into the hand that continued to slide up and down my deflating penis, milking me, draining me. “Such a good boy. Such a lot of nice cum for me, all your cum. Empty. Sated. Now you can go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep for me." As the light of consciousness faded, the last words I heard were, "Goodnight ... sweety."

——————————————————————-

Hey, I’m interested in doing a roleplay whereby my character is hypnotised by yours. What you’ll do with me once I’m under is something that can be discussed. Do you implant triggers to make me do things in my every day life? Do you make me fall in love with you and/or become your personal pet? I’m open to any ideas may have.

I have two main big kinks - gentle femdom/mommydom and breeding/pregnancy. Now neither of these is mandatory, but they’re obviously my two biggest kinks, so any suggestion that doesn’t incorporate at least one of them is going to need to be really special.

My limits would be things like animals, toilet stuff, humiliation, violence, chastity etc. if it’s not kind/gentle based, I’m probably not interested in it.

I’ve also got no interest in people skipping over the actual hypnosis stuff. Whilst it doesn’t need to be the most detailed writing ever (I know I can struggle with it at times!), I’m really looking for something more than an ‘and now you’re hypnotised’ type approach.

If any of the above has caught your interest, then please let me know. I’d love to chat further about this and see what we can come up with together.

Low effort posts (e.g. ‘wanna RP?’) will be ignored.

My eyes were almost closed but still I struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But you were making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared me now danced inside my drooping eyelids. Your musky perfume filled my nostrils, tranquilizing me when I should be terrified. Your voice was cooing and inviting, promising me repose ... and relief. I could no longer push away the soft hand on my cock, massaging me, stroking me, making me want to come so bad. Still I resisted. I knew, somehow, that as long as I did not orgasm I was not lost. That was your teasing, almost irresistibly tempting, offer: let you make me cum, give in to your touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt my will into yours.

How did this happen? How could I have blundered from a difficult relation with my pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If I had only known that you were was not just a psychologist, but a hypnotist! I had always feared hypnosis, sensing in my depths perhaps, that I was vulnerable, especially to a woman. That was my problem with Debra; I could never stand up to her. I made good money but her constant demands for expensive gifts kept me nearly broke. I suspected she knew about the trust fund that would vest when I turned twenty five and had plans for me to make her pregnant so I would have to marry her. I knew I should extricate myself from her clutches before she sucked me into the mistake of a lifetime, but never quite could.

That's when I decided I needed psychological counseling to give myself enough backbone to send Debra packing before she triumphantly presented me with her bulging tummy. I had been taken aback by a woman with a figure and stature like yours, who greeted me in an erotic parody of medical garb and heels that made you still more imposing. But you had seemed so sympathetic, so motherly as you ushered me into the dimly lit office and had me sit down in such a way I could almost see up your smock. I was embarrassed to find myself constantly losing my train of thought, distracted by your large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as you crossed and re-crossed your long, stockinged legs.

You let him talk about my weakness, how Debra made me do things, asking to describe the techniques Debra used to manipulate me. Before I knew it, you were paraphrasing my story back to me, explaining to me how weak I was, how vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra's. It was so unfair of Debra, making me stare at her breasts until I was so horny she could do anything she wanted with me. Debra knew that I could not keep my eyes off a pair of large, bouncy breasts when she unbuttoned her top, that I would stare at her breasts and listen to her voice until I was floating, feeling dreamy and sleepy, my mind open to her commands.

Only at the last moment did I realise what was going on: you were hypnotizing me. But by then I was at a disadvantage. I did not know when or how you had pushed down my trousers and had a hand between my legs, doing wonderful things to me as you spoke. 8 I fought your intrusion into my mind with all my waning strength. But a delicious weakness was flowing into my body and brain, borne on your fingers and lilting words. But I was still holding out. I had to hold out!

Then I felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened my mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. You felt it too, too, and stroked me slightly faster. "That's it sweety! You're going to cum ... so good. You're going to let me make you cum. Don't fight it, sweety. You know you want to cum ... so bad. Cum for ME Sweety. Cum and sleep. Cum ... to sleep. Cum... to sleep. Cum!"

It was over. At your final command, I felt the orgasm well up and wash away my last grip on my senses. I did not explode; your manipulation of my sex had been too gentle. I overflowed, helplessly, embarrassingly if I could have felt embarrassment. I did not spurt; cum dribbled and oozed into your hand from my softening prick. Not a little, for you had been stimulating me too well and too long. On and on, you encouraged, one gooey dollop after another trickled into the hand that continued to slide up and down my deflating penis, milking me, draining me. “Such a good boy. Such a lot of nice cum for me, all your cum. Empty. Sated. Now you can go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep for me." As the light of consciousness faded, the last words I heard were, "Goodnight ... sweety."

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Hey, I’m interested in doing a roleplay whereby my character is hypnotised by yours. What you’ll do with me once I’m under is something that can be discussed. Do you implant triggers to make me do things in my every day life? Do you make me fall in love with you and/or become your personal pet? I’m open to any ideas may have.

I have two main big kinks - gentle femdom/mommydom and breeding/pregnancy. Now neither of these is mandatory, but they’re obviously my two biggest kinks, so any suggestion that doesn’t incorporate at least one of them is going to need to be really special.

My limits would be things like animals, toilet stuff, humiliation, violence, chastity etc. if it’s not kind/gentle based, I’m probably not interested in it.

I’ve also got no interest in people skipping over the actual hypnosis stuff. Whilst it doesn’t need to be the most detailed writing ever (I know I can struggle with it at times!), I’m really looking for something more than an ‘and now you’re hypnotised’ type approach.

If any of the above has caught your interest, then please let me know. I’d love to chat further about this and see what we can come up with together.

Low effort posts (e.g. ‘wanna RP?’) will be ignored.

My eyes were almost closed but still I struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But you were making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared me now danced inside my drooping eyelids. Your musky perfume filled my nostrils, tranquilizing me when I should be terrified. Your voice was cooing and inviting, promising me repose ... and relief. I could no longer push away the soft hand on my cock, massaging me, stroking me, making me want to come so bad. Still I resisted. I knew, somehow, that as long as I did not orgasm I was not lost. That was your teasing, almost irresistibly tempting, offer: let you make me cum, give in to your touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt my will into yours.

How did this happen? How could I have blundered from a difficult relation with my pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If I had only known that you were was not just a psychologist, but a hypnotist! I had always feared hypnosis, sensing in my depths perhaps, that I was vulnerable, especially to a woman. That was my problem with Debra; I could never stand up to her. I made good money but her constant demands for expensive gifts kept me nearly broke. I suspected she knew about the trust fund that would vest when I turned twenty five and had plans for me to make her pregnant so I would have to marry her. I knew I should extricate myself from her clutches before she sucked me into the mistake of a lifetime, but never quite could.

That's when I decided I needed psychological counseling to give myself enough backbone to send Debra packing before she triumphantly presented me with her bulging tummy. I had been taken aback by a woman with a figure and stature like yours, who greeted me in an erotic parody of medical garb and heels that made you still more imposing. But you had seemed so sympathetic, so motherly as you ushered me into the dimly lit office and had me sit down in such a way I could almost see up your smock. I was embarrassed to find myself constantly losing my train of thought, distracted by your large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as you crossed and re-crossed your long, stockinged legs.

You let him talk about my weakness, how Debra made me do things, asking to describe the techniques Debra used to manipulate me. Before I knew it, you were paraphrasing my story back to me, explaining to me how weak I was, how vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra's. It was so unfair of Debra, making me stare at her breasts until I was so horny she could do anything she wanted with me. Debra knew that I could not keep my eyes off a pair of large, bouncy breasts when she unbuttoned her top, that I would stare at her breasts and listen to her voice until I was floating, feeling dreamy and sleepy, my mind open to her commands.

Only at the last moment did I realise what was going on: you were hypnotizing me. But by then I was at a disadvantage. I did not know when or how you had pushed down my trousers and had a hand between my legs, doing wonderful things to me as you spoke. 8 I fought your intrusion into my mind with all my waning strength. But a delicious weakness was flowing into my body and brain, borne on your fingers and lilting words. But I was still holding out. I had to hold out!

Then I felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened my mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. You felt it too, too, and stroked me slightly faster. "That's it sweety! You're going to cum ... so good. You're going to let me make you cum. Don't fight it, sweety. You know you want to cum ... so bad. Cum for ME Sweety. Cum and sleep. Cum ... to sleep. Cum... to sleep. Cum!"

It was over. At your final command, I felt the orgasm well up and wash away my last grip on my senses. I did not explode; your manipulation of my sex had been too gentle. I overflowed, helplessly, embarrassingly if I could have felt embarrassment. I did not spurt; cum dribbled and oozed into your hand from my softening prick. Not a little, for you had been stimulating me too well and too long. On and on, you encouraged, one gooey dollop after another trickled into the hand that continued to slide up and down my deflating penis, milking me, draining me. “Such a good boy. Such a lot of nice cum for me, all your cum. Empty. Sated. Now you can go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep for me." As the light of consciousness faded, the last words I heard were, "Goodnight ... sweety."

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Hey, I’m interested in doing a roleplay whereby my character is hypnotised by yours. What you’ll do with me once I’m under is something that can be discussed. Do you implant triggers to make me do things in my every day life? Do you make me fall in love with you and/or become your personal pet? I’m open to any ideas may have.

I have two main big kinks - gentle femdom/mommydom and breeding/pregnancy. Now neither of these is mandatory, but they’re obviously my two biggest kinks, so any suggestion that doesn’t incorporate at least one of them is going to need to be really special.

My limits would be things like animals, toilet stuff, humiliation, violence, chastity etc. if it’s not kind/gentle based, I’m probably not interested in it.

I’ve also got no interest in people skipping over the actual hypnosis stuff. Whilst it doesn’t need to be the most detailed writing ever (I know I can struggle with it at times!), I’m really looking for something more than an ‘and now you’re hypnotised’ type approach.

If any of the above has caught your interest, then please let me know. I’d love to chat further about this and see what we can come up with together.

Low effort posts (e.g. ‘wanna RP?’) will be ignored.

My eyes were almost closed but still I struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But you were making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared me now danced inside my drooping eyelids. Your musky perfume filled my nostrils, tranquilizing me when I should be terrified. Your voice was cooing and inviting, promising me repose ... and relief. I could no longer push away the soft hand on my cock, massaging me, stroking me, making me want to come so bad. Still I resisted. I knew, somehow, that as long as I did not orgasm I was not lost. That was your teasing, almost irresistibly tempting, offer: let you make me cum, give in to your touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt my will into yours.

How did this happen? How could I have blundered from a difficult relation with my pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If I had only known that you were was not just a psychologist, but a hypnotist! I had always feared hypnosis, sensing in my depths perhaps, that I was vulnerable, especially to a woman. That was my problem with Debra; I could never stand up to her. I made good money but her constant demands for expensive gifts kept me nearly broke. I suspected she knew about the trust fund that would vest when I turned twenty five and had plans for me to make her pregnant so I would have to marry her. I knew I should extricate myself from her clutches before she sucked me into the mistake of a lifetime, but never quite could.

That's when I decided I needed psychological counseling to give myself enough backbone to send Debra packing before she triumphantly presented me with her bulging tummy. I had been taken aback by a woman with a figure and stature like yours, who greeted me in an erotic parody of medical garb and heels that made you still more imposing. But you had seemed so sympathetic, so motherly as you ushered me into the dimly lit office and had me sit down in such a way I could almost see up your smock. I was embarrassed to find myself constantly losing my train of thought, distracted by your large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as you crossed and re-crossed your long, stockinged legs.

You let him talk about my weakness, how Debra made me do things, asking to describe the techniques Debra used to manipulate me. Before I knew it, you were paraphrasing my story back to me, explaining to me how weak I was, how vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra's. It was so unfair of Debra, making me stare at her breasts until I was so horny she could do anything she wanted with me. Debra knew that I could not keep my eyes off a pair of large, bouncy breasts when she unbuttoned her top, that I would stare at her breasts and listen to her voice until I was floating, feeling dreamy and sleepy, my mind open to her commands.

Only at the last moment did I realise what was going on: you were hypnotizing me. But by then I was at a disadvantage. I did not know when or how you had pushed down my trousers and had a hand between my legs, doing wonderful things to me as you spoke. 8 I fought your intrusion into my mind with all my waning strength. But a delicious weakness was flowing into my body and brain, borne on your fingers and lilting words. But I was still holding out. I had to hold out!

Then I felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened my mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. You felt it too, too, and stroked me slightly faster. "That's it sweety! You're going to cum ... so good. You're going to let me make you cum. Don't fight it, sweety. You know you want to cum ... so bad. Cum for ME Sweety. Cum and sleep. Cum ... to sleep. Cum... to sleep. Cum!"

It was over. At your final command, I felt the orgasm well up and wash away my last grip on my senses. I did not explode; your manipulation of my sex had been too gentle. I overflowed, helplessly, embarrassingly if I could have felt embarrassment. I did not spurt; cum dribbled and oozed into your hand from my softening prick. Not a little, for you had been stimulating me too well and too long. On and on, you encouraged, one gooey dollop after another trickled into the hand that continued to slide up and down my deflating penis, milking me, draining me. “Such a good boy. Such a lot of nice cum for me, all your cum. Empty. Sated. Now you can go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep for me." As the light of consciousness faded, the last words I heard were, "Goodnight ... sweety."

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Hey, I’m interested in doing a roleplay whereby my character is hypnotised by yours. What you’ll do with me once I’m under is something that can be discussed. Do you implant triggers to make me do things in my every day life? Do you make me fall in love with you and/or become your personal pet? I’m open to any ideas may have.

I have two main big kinks - gentle femdom/mommydom and breeding/pregnancy. Now neither of these is mandatory, but they’re obviously my two biggest kinks, so any suggestion that doesn’t incorporate at least one of them is going to need to be really special.

My limits would be things like animals, toilet stuff, humiliation, violence, chastity etc. if it’s not kind/gentle based, I’m probably not interested in it.

I’ve also got no interest in people skipping over the actual hypnosis stuff. Whilst it doesn’t need to be the most detailed writing ever (I know I can struggle with it at times!), I’m really looking for something more than an ‘and now you’re hypnotised’ type approach.

If any of the above has caught your interest, then please let me know. I’d love to chat further about this and see what we can come up with together.

Low effort posts (e.g. ‘wanna RP?’) will be ignored.

I felt out of place here. The crowd was mainly forty-something's and I might have left right after the ceremony, but I had invested almost an hour driving out to this country mansion. Of course I was happy for Maria but I was uncomfortable with David, her new husband, and his almost puppy-dog attachment to his new wife, a devotion Maria seemed to accept as her due.

Also, the guest list struck me as odd, drawn up, so it appeared, to bring together a number of David’s more youthful friends together with an uncounted number of Maria's sisters, aunts, and girl cousins flown in from Central America. It was cliché that people hook up at wedding receptions, but this function seemed to be designed with that in mind. And the women definitely seemed to be dressed for the prowl. The décolletage was astounding, hemlines must average six inches above the knee, approximately the height of the strap stilettos, putting acres of eye-popping breast and inner thigh on display.

I suspected that I, too, was one of the men being pursued as I kept being thrown into the company of you, Maria's mother. Maria had told me about you, suggesting you’d be eager for a tumble, but I ignored her silly attempts at matchmaking. You were not the kind of woman I was hoping to meet - loud, domineering, and rather too curvy. Not that you weren’t sexy in a crude way: large breasts that had nursed a brood of children, wide hips that had made the nights of two deceased husbands and (Maria had hinted) many other men, quite happy, and a waist that was surprisingly small for a woman who had been making babies since she was a teenager. Nevertheless, I had no intention of spending time with you that afternoon.

You, on the other hand, had other ideas and you were remarkably effective in getting your way. Every time I turned around you were there with a fresh drink and another button of your blouse, drawn too tight across her enormous chest, unfastened. As the afternoon wore on, most of the women were successfully paired up, some a bit disheveled, accompanied by with happy but dazed-looking men.

This left me to you, who was starting to look better as I consumed more of the spicy punch. Somehow we were holding hands and you were gigging and telling me stories that I had trouble following as my eyes were drawn again and again to your luscious breasts.

"Time for the movie," you called out. The what? I had never heard of showing a movie at a wedding reception. They hadn't even cut the cake had they? Was there a cake? I dimly realized you were leading me into a different wing of the mansion. The other men looked as confused as me, but they likewise allowed the giggling women to herd them gently to sofas and loveseats pointed at a large screen.

"Comfy Chris?” you asked. No one had called me anything but "Christopher" or, after graduation, “Dr. Smith", in years. I tried to pay attention to the film, but your hand between my legs made concentration difficult. At first it looked like a historical documentary' then it turned into an X-rated tale of soldiers and dark women and orgies. Something about the flickering projection made it impossible either to look away or to think critically about the plot.

"Pretty sexy, eh?" you whispered. "Huh?" I felt sluggish, not thinking too clearly. "I mean, seeing those pretty, busty women using sex to control powerful men must make you really horny, no?" Yes, I supposed it was true. I was certainly feeing odd. My heart was pounding and I was breathing quickly, though shallowly. But could I come right out and admit it, admit that watching a sexy film with a sexy woman pressed up against me had made me horny? I felt at a disadvantage.

"You are, Chris. I can tell." You squeezed my cock gently. "Let me help you." I tried to protest, but you were already unzipping my pants. "I'll bet that feels a lot better." Your warm, soft hand on my exposed cock made me speechless. "Oh, Chris! You're really hard! Are you horny for me, Chris?" You cooed. "Do you like me playing with your nice hard cock, Chris?"

If I could have looked around, I would have been shocked at the unfolding scene. The other women had been as busy as you and the punch and flickering light of the film had been equally effective in making their companions horny and malleable. A few men had already been fucked and were nursing contentedly as whispered, seductive words flowed into their receptive brains. A few were prone with a woman on board riding them to orgasm. One was struggling as two laughing women held him and a third poured something into his mouth. But I saw nothing from the bottom of the deep pit of lust, the perfect snare you had laid for me.

"Would you like to suck my tits, Chris. They're big and soft." I thought fleetingly at how strange, how wrong all this was to be on a couch with a woman I hardly knew letting her play with my cock and inviting me to suck her titties. But the thought slipped away as you placed a nipple – not at all soft as you had said – and I instinctively began to nurse. You sighed with contentment as you allowed your breasts to work their age-old magic. "Oh, yes, Chris, suck me good. You love to nurse at my breast." I floated for several minutes.

"You like to kiss and suck my titties, don't you?" A slight squeeze of my cock brought the desired affirmative sigh. "I'll bet you will really like to suck my big titties when they are all full of milk for our baby won't you." A pause that might have been a small protest was cut short by another squeeze and another sigh. "Yes, Chris, such a good boy. You want to worship my breasts. You want to suck my tits like my tired good boy." You stroked my head as I suckled. "So tired ... so sleepy."

I knew something was wrong. Why was I so drowsy? But the thoughts were jumbled and lost in the wonderful sensation of your breast in my mouth, your hand on his cock. "Yes, my breasts makes my good boy sooooo sleepy don't they Chris. And I'm going to let you, let sleep soon, Chris. But you're not just a sleepy good boy, are you? No, sweetheart, you're a horny good boy too, right. You need to cum before you go to sleep, don't you?" I moaned my agreement. You moved your hand back down to my still throbbing cock. "Yes, I know you do and I'm going to let you cum, cum so good, cum in my warm wet pussy. That's what you want, isn't it Chris, to come in my pussy?” Another groan and I began to move as if to mount the you.

"No, no, Chris. Let me. You are tooo sleepy and tooo horny; you need me to take care of you." I trembled and fell back. At last you had me! Gently so as not to break the spell you mounted me, your pussy wet with anticipation slid easily down over my upright cock. You sighed with relief before you began to ride me.

"Do you like this, Chris? Do you like having your cock up inside my pussy? Me sliding up and down, up and down. Letting you relax, letting me give you what you need? And you want to give me something, too, don't you?" I began to buck feebly. "Yes, Chris. You want to give me your cum. You want to cum in my pussy. Yes, you want to fill my fertile pussy up with your cum." You felt my movements pause as the implication of what you had said registered in my sex-saturated mind. It was a small risk, but it was necessary for me to "agree" to your plan.

"Don't you want that, Chris? Don't you want to let me make you cum in my pussy? Don't you want to see my tummy to get big with a baby? Don't you want my boobies to get bigger and hard and full of milk for the baby you made in me, Chris? Don't you want me to wear cute, little maternity dresses so everybody can see that you fooled around with me and got me pregnant?"

A low, anguished groan escaped my throat. At one level I realized I was being had. What was left of my rational brain knew you had seduced me and wanted me to knock you up, probably marry you. You wanted to turn me into your private baby-making, child support system. It was embarrassing. It was outrageous! But there was an older reptile brain with other ideas, a brain and a set of pleasure reflexes that just wanted to cum, wanted to make babies in this obviously fertile female. She felt him tense. "Yes, Chris. You want it. You want to make a baby with me. A baby, Chris. With your cum!" At the word, you thrust yourself down on me hard and ground your crotch on mine.

"Aggggggg!" I bucked. A roar of defeat erupted as I began to shoot. Gob after gob of sperm gushed from my over-stimulated balls. The long-sought sensation of hot male seed deep in your pussy triggered your climax, too. Your pussy muscles wrapped around and squeezed my cock, sucking every possible drop of baby-making jism into your womb. You collapsed on me as you recovered from the orgasm, luxuriating in the familiar feel of a softening male cock in your sperm drenched pussy.

My eyes were still closed in near unconscious bliss when you recovered her senses. With a self-satisfied smile you took my head and once more drew it to your breast. Reflexively I began to nurse. i was ready for the finishing touch. "Sleep, Chris, sleep. Sleep on my big ... soft ... breast. Suck my titties and sleep, my good boy. Sleep and listen to me, Chris. Sleep and learn how always to do what I say and make me happy. Sleep, Chris. Sleep ... and obey."

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So, as the above might suggest, I’m very interested in doing a roleplay whereby my character is seduced and/or hypnotised by yours. What you’ll do with me once I’m yours is something that can be discussed, though it obviously leads itself towards a D/s relationship this is by no means a requirement. I’m open to both replaying the above starter or continuing on from it.

I should note that I am very much not into darker roleplays, so any suggestions as to darker directions the roleplay could take will be unlikely to be met with agreement. This does not mean it has to be ‘wholesome’ or ‘vanilla’ (though both suggestions would be welcome), just that suggestions of abuse, exploitation, etc are not going to go anywhere.

My main kinks for this story are (and not all are requirements/necessary): hypnosis, seduction, gentle femdom/mommydom, pregnancy/breeding, masturbation, oral sex, facesitting, boobjobs, ‘embarrassing’ orgasms, praise, CFNM, lingerie, big boobs, romance and affection.

As mentioned above, my limits would be darker elements of roleplay - animals, toilet stuff, humiliation, violence, chastity etc.

If any of the above has piqued your interest, then please let me know. I’d love to chat further about this and see what we can come up with together.

As the taxi turned up the long driveway, you got your first glimpse of the resort and its huge welcome sign. “Welcome to Jocasta Resort” it read in large yellow lettering, “making his dream your reality”. Upon reading those words a shiver ran down your spine as a myriad of erotic visions flooded your mind as all the possibilities of what this trip held tried to play out in your imagination simultaneously.

Sensing something was different, I turned and looked at you. “Are you okay, Mum?” I asked, as I reached over and gave your hand a gentle reassuring squeeze. “Oh, yes sweetheart. Just excited to finally be here!” You said as your other hand patted mine gently, sending yet another jolt of electricity through your body. It wasn’t technically a lie, but it was definitely not the whole truth.

As the taxi pulled up outside the main building, you began to wonder at what point you should tell me why they were really here. To let me know that, as a reward for my finishing University and moving back home, my own mother had booked for the two of us to stay at an exclusive incest resort. Not only that, but you had timed it such that they would be here across your most fertile period. Was I ready to become your lover? Was I ready to become a father? You suspected you knew the answer to the first question. Having worked hard to keep your figure after the divorce, you knew first hand that men found you attractive - a certified MILF, some of my friends had once not particularly quietly referred to you as. However the answer to the second question was much harder to gauge. Perhaps it would just be better to commit to it first and reveal it later. After all, what man was going to say no if you were riding him senseless?

But such questions were pushed from your mind as the taxi came to a stop. I quickly turned and jumped out the taxi before turning back to you smiling, enthusiastically encouraging you “come on Mum, let’s go!” Moving round behind the taxi I grabbed our bags from and waited, somewhat impatiently, for you to get out.

As we both walked into the main reception, its clean white walls and crisp minimalist decor presented an image of a clean, yet welcoming hotel. The main entrance had a few couples enjoying some quiet drinks together. The fact that they all considered of middle aged women and younger men went, apparently, completely unnoticed by me. Approaching the reception desk, the middle aged female receptionist smiled warmly at us. “Welcome to Jocasta resort” she said, as she eyed us both up, her gaze lingering slightly on me.

“Hi, thank you. We have a reservation…” you replied, sliding your mobile phone over that contained our reservation details. Smiling politely the woman took your phone and began to check the details on her computer. As I was busy gazing around the entrance hall, you took my hand and turned me to face you. “Thank you for indulging me baby. I know you’ll enjoy it here!” You said, trying hard to stop a massive grin covering your entire face, choosing instead to allow yourself a satisfied smirk. “It’s okay Mum” I replied, still completely oblivious as to the resorts true meaning, “it seems really nice, and besides who doesn’t want to go on holiday to a tropical resort?”.

“Ah, there we go.” The checkout lady suddenly announced. “All checked in. So you’re in the deluxe suite.” She said, sliding a couple of key cards over the counter. “So that’s down the hall to the elevator and then up to the fourth floor. You can’t miss it from there.” She said smiling. “I hope you both have a fulfilling stay” she said as, unnoticed by me as I’d already headed off in the direction of the elevators, she and you shared a knowing grin.

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Hey DPP, so hopefully the above has prettied much spelt out exactly what I’m looking for a partner to play out - a mother and son staying at an exclusive incest resort, with the son being completely oblivious to the resorts true nature. Ideally this would also include the mother wanting to become pregnant by him, however that’s not a deal breaker so if that’s not your thing, please feel free to contact me and let me know and we can exclude that aspect me the story.

I am looking for this to be a somewhat longer term thing rather than just a few simple scenes as, despite the subject matter, I want the characters to have a connection and grow together (in your characters case, hopefully quite literally!). I only write on Reddit and only in the first person present tense.

Some of my kinks/limits are listed below. Please note that these are neither exhaustive nor mandatory (apart from one very obvious kink!).

Kinks - incest (duh), gentle femdom/mommydom, breeding/pregnancy risk, dirty talk (about pregnancy risk in particular), cowgirl, big breasts, lingerie, seduction, facesitting, boobjobs, praise, affection.

Limits - anal, animals, gore, humiliation, sharing (not a limit per se, just have no interest in anyone other than the two main characters being involved in this particular story) and toilet stuff.

If you’re interested, send me a chat and we can discuss characters/scenarios etc.

My eyes were almost closed but still I struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But you were making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared me now danced inside my drooping eyelids. Your musky perfume filled my nostrils, tranquilizing me when I should be terrified. Your voice was cooing and inviting, promising me repose ... and relief. I could no longer push away the soft hand on my cock, massaging me, stroking me, making me want to come so bad. Still I resisted. I knew, somehow, that as long as I did not orgasm I was not lost. That was your teasing, almost irresistibly tempting, offer: let you make me cum, give in to your touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt my will into yours.

How did this happen? How could I have blundered from a difficult relation with my pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If I had only known that you were was not just a psychologist, but a hypnotist! I had always feared hypnosis, sensing in my depths perhaps, that I was vulnerable, especially to a woman. That was my problem with Debra; I could never stand up to her. I made good money but her constant demands for expensive gifts kept me nearly broke. I suspected she knew about the trust fund that would vest when I turned twenty five and had plans for me to make her pregnant so I would have to marry her. I knew I should extricate myself from her clutches before she sucked me into the mistake of a lifetime, but never quite could.

That's when I decided I needed psychological counseling to give myself enough backbone to send Debra packing before she triumphantly presented me with her bulging tummy. I had been taken aback by a woman with a figure and stature like yours, who greeted me in an erotic parody of medical garb and heels that made you still more imposing. But you had seemed so sympathetic, so motherly as you ushered me into the dimly lit office and had me sit down in such a way I could almost see up your smock. I was embarrassed to find myself constantly losing my train of thought, distracted by your large breasts and the flash of thigh flesh as you crossed and re-crossed your long, stockinged legs.

You let him talk about my weakness, how Debra made me do things, asking to describe the techniques Debra used to manipulate me. Before I knew it, you were paraphrasing my story back to me, explaining to me how weak I was, how vulnerable to domination by a woman, especially a woman with large breasts like Debra's. It was so unfair of Debra, making me stare at her breasts until I was so horny she could do anything she wanted with me. Debra knew that I could not keep my eyes off a pair of large, bouncy breasts when she unbuttoned her top, that I would stare at her breasts and listen to her voice until I was floating, feeling dreamy and sleepy, my mind open to her commands.

Only at the last moment did I realise what was going on: you were hypnotizing me. But by then I was at a disadvantage. I did not know when or how you had pushed down my trousers and had a hand between my legs, doing wonderful things to me as you spoke. 8 I fought your intrusion into my mind with all my waning strength. But a delicious weakness was flowing into my body and brain, borne on your fingers and lilting words. But I was still holding out. I had to hold out!

Then I felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened my mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. You felt it too, too, and stroked me slightly faster. "That's it sweety! You're going to cum ... so good. You're going to let me make you cum. Don't fight it, sweety. You know you want to cum ... so bad. Cum for ME Sweety. Cum and sleep. Cum ... to sleep. Cum... to sleep. Cum!"

It was over. At your final command, I felt the orgasm well up and wash away my last grip on my senses. I did not explode; your manipulation of my sex had been too gentle. I overflowed, helplessly, embarrassingly if I could have felt embarrassment. I did not spurt; cum dribbled and oozed into your hand from my softening prick. Not a little, for you had been stimulating me too well and too long. On and on, you encouraged, one gooey dollop after another trickled into the hand that continued to slide up and down my deflating penis, milking me, draining me. “Such a good boy. Such a lot of nice cum for me, all your cum. Empty. Sated. Now you can go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep for me." As the light of consciousness faded, the last words I heard were, "Goodnight ... sweety."

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Hey, I’m interested in doing a roleplay whereby my character is hypnotised by yours. What you’ll do with me once I’m under is something that can be discussed. Do you implant triggers to make me do things in my every day life? Do you make me fall in love with you and/or become your personal pet? I’m open to any ideas may have.

I have two main big kinks - gentle femdom/mommydom and breeding/pregnancy. Now neither of these is mandatory, but they’re obviously my two biggest kinks, so any suggestion that doesn’t incorporate at least one of them is going to need to be really special.

My limits would be things like animals, toilet stuff, humiliation, violence, chastity etc. if it’s not kind/gentle based, I’m probably not interested in it.

I’ve also got no interest in people skipping over the actual hypnosis stuff. Whilst it doesn’t need to be the most detailed writing ever (I know I can struggle with it at times!), I’m really looking for something more than an ‘and now you’re hypnotised’ type approach.

If any of the above has caught your interest, then please let me know. I’d love to chat further about this and see what we can come up with together.

Low effort posts (e.g. ‘wanna RP?’) will be ignored.

I’m interested in chatting and/or roleplaying with someone who is interested in exploring the world of premature ejaculation - but specifically without the humiliation aspect of it.

Unfortunately most times it seems to be discussed/included in porn/erotica, it seems to get automatically lumped into SPH, ‘beta’ and other similar things, none of which are things I’m interested in.

So it got me wondering whether there was anyone else out there who was interested in just the premature part? Are there women who find it so insanely hot and/or flattering when a guy can hardly control himself? Does it make you feel good when he barely lasts two pumps inside you? Or even if you can get him to the point where a simple flash of cleavage is enough for him to make a mess in his pants.

As someone who himself doesn’t suffer from premature ejaculation (quite the opposite unfortunately - and that’s not intended as a brag!), I’ve always found the idea of being so unable to control it so unbelievably hot. Perhaps because it’s something I have never (and probably will never) get to experience.

If anyone is interested in this I’d love to chat and/or roleplay around it. Kinks/limits can be shared if desired, but suffice to say I’m into the ‘softer’ side of things.

As the taxi turned up the long driveway, you got your first glimpse of the resort and its huge welcome sign. “Welcome to Jocasta Resort” it read in large yellow lettering, “making his dream your reality”. Upon reading those words a shiver ran down your spine as a myriad of erotic visions flooded your mind as all the possibilities of what this trip held tried to play out in your imagination simultaneously.

Sensing something was different, I turned and looked at you. “Are you okay, Mum?” I asked, as I reached over and gave your hand a gentle reassuring squeeze. “Oh, yes sweetheart. Just excited to finally be here!” You said as your other hand patted mine gently, sending yet another jolt of electricity through your body. It wasn’t technically a lie, but it was definitely not the whole truth.

As the taxi pulled up outside the main building, you began to wonder at what point you should tell me why they were really here. To let me know that, as a reward for my finishing University and moving back home, my own mother had booked for the two of us to stay at an exclusive incest resort. Not only that, but you had timed it such that they would be here across your most fertile period. Was I ready to become your lover? Was I ready to become a father? You suspected you knew the answer to the first question. Having worked hard to keep your figure after the divorce, you knew first hand that men found you attractive - a certified MILF, some of my friends had once not particularly quietly referred to you as. However the answer to the second question was much harder to gauge. Perhaps it would just be better to commit to it first and reveal it later. After all, what man was going to say no if you were riding him senseless?

But such questions were pushed from your mind as the taxi came to a stop. I quickly turned and jumped out the taxi before turning back to you smiling, enthusiastically encouraging you “come on Mum, let’s go!” Moving round behind the taxi I grabbed our bags from and waited, somewhat impatiently, for you to get out.

As we both walked into the main reception, its clean white walls and crisp minimalist decor presented an image of a clean, yet welcoming hotel. The main entrance had a few couples enjoying some quiet drinks together. The fact that they all considered of middle aged women and younger men went, apparently, completely unnoticed by me. Approaching the reception desk, the middle aged female receptionist smiled warmly at us. “Welcome to Jocasta resort” she said, as she eyed us both up, her gaze lingering slightly on me.

“Hi, thank you. We have a reservation…” you replied, sliding your mobile phone over that contained our reservation details. Smiling politely the woman took your phone and began to check the details on her computer. As I was busy gazing around the entrance hall, you took my hand and turned me to face you. “Thank you for indulging me baby. I know you’ll enjoy it here!” You said, trying hard to stop a massive grin covering your entire face, choosing instead to allow yourself a satisfied smirk. “It’s okay Mum” I replied, still completely oblivious as to the resorts true meaning, “it seems really nice, and besides who doesn’t want to go on holiday to a tropical resort?”.

“Ah, there we go.” The checkout lady suddenly announced. “All checked in. So you’re in the deluxe suite.” She said, sliding a couple of key cards over the counter. “So that’s down the hall to the elevator and then up to the fourth floor. You can’t miss it from there.” She said smiling. “I hope you both have a fulfilling stay” she said as, unnoticed by me as I’d already headed off in the direction of the elevators, she and you shared a knowing grin.

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Hey DPP, so hopefully the above has prettied much spelt out exactly what I’m looking for a partner to play out - a mother and son staying at an exclusive incest resort, with the son being completely oblivious to the resorts true nature. Ideally this would also include the mother wanting to become pregnant by him, however that’s not a deal breaker so if that’s not your thing, please feel free to contact me and let me know and we can exclude that aspect me the story.

I am looking for this to be a somewhat longer term thing rather than just a few simple scenes as, despite the subject matter, I want the characters to have a connection and grow together (in your characters case, hopefully quite literally!). I only write on Reddit and only in the first person present tense.

Some of my kinks/limits are listed below. Please note that these are neither exhaustive nor mandatory (apart from one very obvious kink!).

Kinks - incest (duh), gentle femdom/mommydom, breeding/pregnancy risk, dirty talk (about pregnancy risk in particular), cowgirl, big breasts, lingerie, seduction, facesitting, boobjobs, praise, affection.

Limits - anal, animals, gore, humiliation, sharing (not a limit per se, just have no interest in anyone other than the two main characters being involved in this particular story) and toilet stuff.

If you’re interested, send me a chat and we can discuss characters/scenarios etc.

As the taxi turned up the long driveway, you got your first glimpse of the resort and its huge welcome sign. “Welcome to Jocasta Resort” it read in large yellow lettering, “making his dream your reality”. Upon reading those words a shiver ran down your spine as a myriad of erotic visions flooded your mind as all the possibilities of what this trip held tried to play out in your imagination simultaneously.

Sensing something was different, I turned and looked at you. “Are you okay, Mum?” I asked, as I reached over and gave your hand a gentle reassuring squeeze. “Oh, yes sweetheart. Just excited to finally be here!” You said as your other hand patted mine gently, sending yet another jolt of electricity through your body. It wasn’t technically a lie, but it was definitely not the whole truth.

As the taxi pulled up outside the main building, you began to wonder at what point you should tell me why they were really here. To let me know that, as a reward for my finishing University and moving back home, my own mother had booked for the two of us to stay at an exclusive incest resort. Not only that, but you had timed it such that they would be here across your most fertile period. Was I ready to become your lover? Was I ready to become a father? You suspected you knew the answer to the first question. Having worked hard to keep your figure after the divorce, you knew first hand that men found you attractive - a certified MILF, some of my friends had once not particularly quietly referred to you as. However the answer to the second question was much harder to gauge. Perhaps it would just be better to commit to it first and reveal it later. After all, what man was going to say no if you were riding him senseless?

But such questions were pushed from your mind as the taxi came to a stop. I quickly turned and jumped out the taxi before turning back to you smiling, enthusiastically encouraging you “come on Mum, let’s go!” Moving round behind the taxi I grabbed our bags from and waited, somewhat impatiently, for you to get out.

As we both walked into the main reception, its clean white walls and crisp minimalist decor presented an image of a clean, yet welcoming hotel. The main entrance had a few couples enjoying some quiet drinks together. The fact that they all considered of middle aged women and younger men went, apparently, completely unnoticed by me. Approaching the reception desk, the middle aged female receptionist smiled warmly at us. “Welcome to Jocasta resort” she said, as she eyed us both up, her gaze lingering slightly on me.

“Hi, thank you. We have a reservation…” you replied, sliding your mobile phone over that contained our reservation details. Smiling politely the woman took your phone and began to check the details on her computer. As I was busy gazing around the entrance hall, you took my hand and turned me to face you. “Thank you for indulging me baby. I know you’ll enjoy it here!” You said, trying hard to stop a massive grin covering your entire face, choosing instead to allow yourself a satisfied smirk. “It’s okay Mum” I replied, still completely oblivious as to the resorts true meaning, “it seems really nice, and besides who doesn’t want to go on holiday to a tropical resort?”.

“Ah, there we go.” The checkout lady suddenly announced. “All checked in. So you’re in the deluxe suite.” She said, sliding a couple of key cards over the counter. “So that’s down the hall to the elevator and then up to the fourth floor. You can’t miss it from there.” She said smiling. “I hope you both have a fulfilling stay” she said as, unnoticed by me as I’d already headed off in the direction of the elevators, she and you shared a knowing grin.

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Hey DPP, so hopefully the above has prettied much spelt out exactly what I’m looking for a partner to play out - a mother and son staying at an exclusive incest resort, with the son being completely oblivious to the resorts true nature. Ideally this would also include the mother wanting to become pregnant by him, however that’s not a deal breaker so if that’s not your thing, please feel free to contact me and let me know and we can exclude that aspect me the story.

I am looking for this to be a somewhat longer term thing rather than just a few simple scenes as, despite the subject matter, I want the characters to have a connection and grow together (in your characters case, hopefully quite literally!). I only write on Reddit and only in the first person present tense.

Some of my kinks/limits are listed below. Please note that these are neither exhaustive nor mandatory (apart from one very obvious kink!).

Kinks - incest (duh), gentle femdom/mommydom, breeding/pregnancy risk, dirty talk (about pregnancy risk in particular), cowgirl, big breasts, lingerie, seduction, facesitting, boobjobs, praise, affection.

Limits - anal, animals, gore, humiliation, sharing (not a limit per se, just have no interest in anyone other than the two main characters being involved in this particular story) and toilet stuff.

If you’re interested, send me a chat and we can discuss characters/scenarios etc.