masterpassion1900: “Good girls obey. Good girls play.” It seems silly the first time Belle read one
masterpassion1900: “Good girls obey. Good girls play.” It seems silly the first time Belle read one of the posts. But she kept reading. Maybe she was just curious about why the other girls kept reposting this stuff. Maybe deep down she wanted to obey. Maybe she was just horny. The posts keep repeating the same phrases over and over, as if someone could be brainwashed just by repetition, bold fonts or flashing images. She wondered if all these girls were really brainwashed or they were just pretending when they repeated the phrase “Good girls obey. Good girls play.” over and over. She was convinced it was all a game. This was just roleplay. Belle wasn’t impressed by the first post. It seemed beyond belief. It was one of those “covert” hypnosis stories that start out describing a fictional character and end giving commands to the reader. Of course Belle wasn’t going to be suddenly brainwashed by it. She didn’t start mindlessly repeating “Good girls obey. Good girls play”. But she did enjoy it. Something about it was arousing. Belle’s hand instinctively slipped down between her thighs as she read the next story. This post was describing how the reader was becoming aroused. Belle felt her breasts swelling, her nipples hardening. Her breathing and heart rate grew faster. She could almost feel her pussy expanding, yearning to be filled. Her clit ached slightly. She felt all this after reading the phrase “Getting wetter?” But it wasn’t because she was triggered or because they were written by her new Master. She was merely aroused from browsing porn again. Getting wetter? The posts kept commanding her to play, to rub, to be a good girl. She just ignored most of them. Belle didn’t feel compelled to obey. But she was getting wetter and wetter. So she decided to play. Belle’s fingers felt so good sliding up and down her slippery pussy lips. It was as if playing on command just felt better than making the decision for herself. You really don’t want to think for yourself. You want to obey. Play. Follow Belle’s actions and stroke your pussy lips. She felt so good, obediently rubbing herself. In her mind, Belle was still in complete control. Yet if anyone was watching she would have seemed like a mindless fuck toy, obediently rubbing herself to hypnosis posts. The posts instructed her to play, to slide her fingers inside and that’s what she did. Her back arched slightly and a barely audible moan escaped as she obediently imagined her fingers were her Master’s hard cock sliding inside her. She shoved her fingers into her eager pussy every time the post said “Thrust.” She found herself behaving just like those mindless hypnoslaves. Thrust. Her fingers slide back in. But she was just playing. Thrust. Again and again, it felt so good. It was role play. Thrust. Belle was obediently fucking herself for Master Passion. It was just a silly fantasy. It just felt good to play. Belle was beginning to understand the phrase “Good girls obey. Good girls play.” The post instructed her to rub and she rubbed. Her fingers felt wonderful as they obediently circled her clit. It had been aching to be touched this entire time. Just like your clit has been aching to be touched. She had tried obeying. Or at least playing the role. But now she just wanted to play. Be like Belle, just play. It felt good to play, it always felt good to play. Every stroke against her clit just filled her with pleasure. And the post kept instructing her to play, telling her she was compelled to play, telling her she couldn’t stop. Of course she wasn’t going to stop. It felt too good to stop. Play. She was getting very wet before long. Normally she would have made herself climax by now. But this time she waited, she waited for the command, waited for Master Passion to say it‘s time. She wanted to be like the girl in the story. She wanted to find out if she would feel as good as the girl in the story felt when she obeyed. She squirmed beneath her own touch as the pleasure filled her. It seemed like her heart was beating a thousand times a minute. Belle could feel her muscles begin to tense. And then the command came. It’s time. Every muscle in Belle’s tight, beautiful body tensed, her back arched. Belle’s alluring pink lips opened with a moan. And finally her body just seemed to explode. Her legs quivered as she tried to catch her breathe. It felt good to obey. But it was just a fantasy. And Belle logged off for the day. Belle didn’t realize that with every orgasm she was giving a tiny slice of her free will away. That’s what had happened to all the other girls. Every time they rubbed their minds away their hypnosis fetish became slightly stronger. With every climax they conditioned themselves to obey. At first they were able to ignore the bold commands from Master Passion just like Belle. Commands like: Getting very wet? But with each visit they became less able to resist. Soon you’ll feel an urge to obey. An urge that will grow more and more with every post you read. Eventually that urge will turn into a compulsion. It’s time. Rub your mind away. Obey. -- source link