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Chewtoy

Janet woke to darkness.


Then, a moment later, she saw the light.


Dizzying, spinning, colored lights made patterns in the air all around her.  Her eyes refused to tell her how far away the walls were; or even where her body ended and the lights began, as the bright swirls and lines played across her naked skin.


Naked.  She was naked.


There was a taste on her tongue that reminded her of something she was too sleepy to quite put together.  An experience she thought she'd once imagined…


Janet was staring at the lights.


*I need a cock in my mouth.*


From somewhere there was sound, like the throbbing bass of a distant techno nightclub was next-door-quiet but somehow inside her head; coming closer, or growing inside her.  It swirled and pulsed with the lights and seemed to fit them perfectly.  She wasn't sure whether the words were part of the music or something she had just thought on her own.  She wasn't sure how to tell.


She tilted her head, and the world spun.


*Drugged*, she thought.  *I've been drugged.*


A far-off feeling in the back of her head seemed to be telling her she should be worried about this, but in fact the experience was pleasant and rather exciting.


*I **like** being drugged.*


She didn't care whether those words had come from the music; they were obviously true.  Her eyes half-lidded as an incredibly delicious tremor ran through her body.  Timeless moments of pure pleasure passed before she could concentrate on anything else.


The fact that she had no idea how she'd gotten here just seemed to make it even better.


She didn't really care that her eyes didn't quite want to focus-- *I'm **so** helpless*-- but absently Janet noticed that one of her hands had drifted down between her legs, and the other was teasing one of her nipples.


She was very wet.


*Being helpless makes me wet.*


The beat throbbed and pulsed with the lights.  She could feel it inside her.  But she still didn't have a cock in her mouth.


Janet licked her lips.


And a bright white blinding light opened a hole in the side of the world.


Janet screwed her eyes shut, and the sounds and voices mixed with other voices, as hands grasped her arms, her shoulders, pulled her forward.  Soft fabric wrapped around her body, and there was mostly one voice speaking now, repeating in her ears, "It's all right, I've got you, you're safe, I'm here, it's all right…"


When she managed to open her eyes again, Janet was in a car.


She was strapped into the front passenger seat, with a blanket wrapped around her still-otherwise-naked body.


In the driver's seat was Janet's boyfriend Tim.


He was talking, a running stream of words that Janet couldn't really follow, couldn't do more than dip an occasional ear in for a moment.  She was still flying, feeling drugged, and it was a *good* feeling, as comfortable as the seat belt hugging her to the car seat, happy and pleasant, even if a little confusing.  She thought Tim was saying something about her being abducted, him being frantic, taking her home safe now, being so glad he'd found her.


The place she was before had been nice.  But she was glad Tim had found her, too.


*Tim has a nice cock.*


She giggled.  Janet thought she could remember herself saying this; thought she could remember someone saying it.  She imagined it in her own voice, and in the voice of the pulsing lights and music, inside her head.  She thought Tim would think it was funny that she was thinking about his cock while he was driving her home from… wherever she was before.  But now that she *was* thinking about it, it was impossible to stop.  She pictured Tim's naked cock, erect and ready, in her head.


She imagined the feel of it in her mouth.


*He could come in my mouth.*


Suddenly her mouth was watering.  So wet, just like her pussy.  Janet remembered not having wanted to have boys come in her mouth… some time, in the past, it was hard to focus on, she remembered talking with Tim about it.  But suddenly it was all she could think about.  Suddenly she wanted it.  Suddenly she *needed* it.


*I need him to come in my mouth.*


Janet swallowed, thinking about what it would feel to have him tighten and spurt into the back of her throat, the taste mingling with the aftertaste of the drugs-- *I **love** being drugged*-- how frantic she was to have that happen *right now*.  She registered that the car had stopped and Tim was coming around to help her out, to usher her through her apartment building's indoor garage and up to her floor, but as soon as he opened the passenger-side car door she was on him, on her knees on the cool concrete floor between the cars, unbuckling his pants before he could stop her.


She had his cock out and into her mouth and it was *perfect*, it was everything she had ever wanted, everything she'd been dreaming of.  She knew his cock so well, knew *just* how to make it spurt for her, but she'd never let him come in her mouth before and now it was like the one thing her entire life had been building up to, the culmination of all her greatest dreams.


*I'm dreaming about Tim coming in my mouth,* she thought, and she *was*, at the same time she was quickly working him up toward making it happen, at the same time she was remembering the voice in her ears, in her head, repeating those words until they were her thoughts, her beliefs, her deepest truths.


She remembered watching the lights, feeling the pull and sway of the drugs, hearing the words over and over and imagining just this, needing it, longing for it.


*I need him to come in my mouth,* she thought, and she knew that at any moment she was going to get the thing she wanted most in all the world.


She looked up and caught Tim's eye, saw him looking down at her with wonder, amazement… and triumph-- and just then, felt his tight balls clench and jerk, tasted the cum spurting between her lips, gasped and swallowed and kept her hands on his shaft and balls riding out the sensation for him, keeping him going as long as he could, eager for every precious drop she could coax out of him.


And finally, Janet closed her eyes and leaned back, still firmly holding the shaft of Tim's amazing cock, licked her lips and enjoyed how incredible and perfect everything about this experience was, finally.  It was everything the voice had told her it would be.  Everything she dreamed of.  Everything she loved.


Tim helped her quietly upstairs and into her apartment using his key, helping her into bed and whispering warm encouraging loving words to her the whole way.  Janet was still swimming in drugged somnolence, happy and dreamy and dazed, and didn't even notice when he paused out of sight for a moment to pull out his phone and send a large payment to an obscure address, with the note, "Worked perfectly!!! THX."

Chewtoy

May's Patreon-funded free trance is a bit of submissive introspection, meditation, self-discovery. This file is about repeating mantras, but I invite you to listen deep inside yourself for the mantras which are already there-- the hot fantasies that most excite you. What do you repeat, in your most intense fantasies of mindless brainwashing?

Tell Me.

Chewtoy

I'm not sure why this first popped into my head. Maybe thinking about the contrast between brattiness and the experience of being overwhelmed into silence by a sudden wave of submissiveness.

But in any case, April's Patreon-funded free file is called Snarkectomy. You're having an operation to have your snark removed. ;) Strong submissive themes, but also somewhat humorous. :)

Check it out here.

Chewtoy

Inspired by my popular supervillain files, this is at heart a muscle/bodybuilding session… but a very kinky one. ;) You are the ordinary human friend of a superhero, kidnapped by a mad scientist to use as leverage against your super powered friend. But this time, the villain's plans for you are a little different.

He puts you through a high-tech muscle growth process designed to give you the same super-powered bod as your buddy. And incidentally, to control your mind…

Suggestions: your muscles grow and strengthen all the time; you feel the urge to eat healthy and work out often; you are under my control.

Check it out here!

Chewtoy

March's Patreon-funded free file! Eroticizing trying to disobey and failing. ;) You might be a brat who loves to be put in your place, or you might just keep losing track of what you were trying to resist… or you might love how hot it is to watch yourself do what you're told no matter how hard you try to hold back.

This file includes a continuing posthypnotic suggestion to do a particular thing, whenever the situation comes up in the real world. It is a harmless and not obviously sexual thing… though you might find it becoming more and more sexual for *you*.

This file has a binaural tone background, because it seemed to fit with the techno-brainwashing theme of the framing story. :)

Futility Fetish.

Chewtoy

A generous custom client funded this free file, to help hyper vigilant subjects who have trouble going into trance.

There's a part of you that's always paying attention to everything, always watching out for your well-being; and you can enlist that part to help you relax and go even deeper into hypnosis.

Letting Go.