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Hi there! I’m Sweet!
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And welcome to my page!
I write session logs of hypnosis sessions I've had. The session logs are in Text Trance format. If you don’t want to go under, skip the induction.
I’m a large, loud and loquacious librarian who loves to help people.
And sometimes the only way to help my subby boys is to make them moan, beg and whimper. And sometimes, like as in this session, that means making them needy, craving and desperate.
NOTE: In this blog, I refer to all the subby boys I play with as Caleb. A Caleb in one post may not be the Caleb in the previous post, or the next post either, but I will consistently using the name Caleb to refer to all of them. All of my Calebs have access to their safewords, even while blank and mindless.
Start of session: Hypnotic Language Warning
Last time this Caleb heard my voice, I had deliberately left him needy for my voice to touch him in a certain place. This session is to deal with that.
I start the call and we talk back and forth for a few minutes, me deliberately teasing him by making him wait. Finally, I’m ready.
“Alright, Caleb. Do you feel sufficiently teased?”
“I do.”
“Ah, but, do I feel like you’ve been sufficiently teased?”
He nervously laughs. “You do.”
“Oh. Are you telling me what I’m thinking now?” I’m amused. I like Caleb’s humor.
“Uh. Probably not.” Another nervous laugh, with a bit of a stutter.
I slide into my Tist voice.
“Mhmmm. Caleb, would you like to go into trance with me?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Very good. You enjoyed being petted down into trance by me, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Very good. Take a deep breath in for me and let it out slowly. Take another deep breath in for me and let it out slowly. Take one more deep breath in for me and this time, as you let it out slowly, you can feel your body relaxing and I’m going to bring you to a nice warm room, a sunlit room. With a nice, comfy couch.”
I hear him sigh as I continue. “You can picture you and I on that couch. I’m running my fingers down your head, down your neck and down, down, down your back. Petting you down your head, down your neck and down your back.”
My voice slows down. “And you can feel yourself dropping deeper and deeper every time I pet you down. Petting you down. Feeling so good, so relaxed as I’m petting you down.”
“Five, petting you down.”
“Four, petting you down.”
“Three, petting you down.”
“Two, petting you down.”
“And one. Petting you all the way deep deep, deep down into trance.”
“Five.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.” Deeper and deeper. And remember, you can speak easily and normally under trance. In fact, the more normally and clearly you speak in trance, the deeper you go. How are you feeling?”
“Very good, Miss Sweet.” He spoke clearly.
“Good. I’m so very glad to hear that. So, where was my voice avoiding last session, when my voice was caressing the rest of you?”
“My cock. Miss Sweet.” His voice was matter of fact.
“Mmmm. That is a fantastic place for my voice to avoid. A fantastic place for you to feel needy. Mmmm. You know how much I enjoy you feeling needy, don’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Yes. I do enjoy it so very much. You needy and maybe even a little bit…” I pause “desperate. Is that right?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.” Mmmm. I do so enjoy the sound of that need building in his voice.
“Very good. Freeze. Good. You may release your mouth and you may speak. But you are going to be frozen for me, only allowed to move when I say so. Yes, Caleb?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Good boy. Mmmm. There are so many ways I could control you. I would like you to think back to last session, and you can remember exactly the way my voice felt as it was caressing you. You can remember that, can’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“In fact, you can even bring it here, can’t you?
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Good. So you should now feel my voice-” He moans over my voice. I smile and continue. “Feel my voice caressing your frozen body. Mmmm.” He lets out another moan.
“Yes. Frozen for me. Unable to move. Unable to shift.” More moans as I describe this. I love how vocal he is.
“My voice caressing you wherever it wants to. Except that one place. Doing so well for me.” Three small moans.
“And you are under my control, so if I wanted to move your head… left. You find that I have the power to do so. Because you are under my control.”
He makes a small whimper, almost inaudible.
“I can also move your head… back, so your neck is exposed. One of my favorite things is sinking my teeth into a lovely, vulnerable neck.” Moan.
“Especially the neck of someone I control, someone unable to shift and unable to escape.” Two more moans. He’s turning me on already and we’ve barely started.
“Mmmm. In fact, I’m going to bring my mouth closer and closer to your neck, your exposed neck. Closer until you can feel my breath. And you know what’s coming next, don’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Yes. And I’m going to pull away, because you expect it.” He whimpers quite a bit as I continue speaking.
“And it’s no fun if you expect it. Oh, that’s no fun at all. In fact, now my voice’s caresses are going to start to avoid your neck. Because now your neck wants that bite.”
I think I enjoy his whimpers more than his moans, and that is saying something. “Now, tell me, where are the two places my voice is avoiding?”
“My neck and my cock, Miss Sweet.” His answer is direct.
“Very good. And I’m going to shift my focus down to your nipples. Are they hard yet?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Which nipple should I torture first, the left or the right? Mmmm. It’s so difficult to decide. So… I’ll twist both.”
He gasps and moans and I can tell he’s trying to arch his back but he’s frozen and can’t. This brings me quite a bit of sadistic glee.
“Both twisting. Twisting both.” I pause. “And release.” He sighs in relief as the twisting stops. I let him catch his breath.
“One of my hands is going to start rubbing your left nipple, rubbing ever so gently. Rubbing ever so gently.” I pause for a moment and then smack my hand on my own chest loudly and he gasps and jumps, even frozen. I give a bit of a sadist laugh as he moans. I wait a moment, giving him time to settle a bit.
“And moving my hand to the other nipple. And rubbing it ever so gently.” He gives a sound of protest and I grin.
“Oh, you know what’s coming next, don’t you?”
He makes a few whimpers and a gives a shaky “Yes, Miss Sweet.” Delightful.
“Yes. I wonder. Will I do it when you expect it? Or will I finally bite your neck? Or will I move on to some other part of you? Will I give you what you expect?” He whimpers. Some may even have called it a whine.
“I’m not sure if I want to give you what you expect.” I smack my hand loudly on my chest again. The gasp was louder this time. And as he shakily inhales and exhales, I give a laugh that some have classified as downright evil.
The moment I hear his breathing normalize, I stop laughing. “Left.” Smack! “Right” Smack! In quick succession. He gasp and moans and his breathing turns fast and shallow for a few moments as he registers all that pain.
“Those nipples should be stinging right now.” Lovely, delicious whimpers. “Mmmm. You are still frozen for me, aren’t you, Caleb?”
Whimper. “Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“How difficult is it to jump while frozen?”
“Very.” He forgot to call me Miss Sweet. I make a mental note, in case it happens again, and move on.
“Very good. I’m running my fingers through your hair now. Brushing your hair with my fingers. Brush.” He sighs and I can hear him settling and calming.
“Brush. Brush. Mmmm. Feeling so nice and good for me. Brush. Yes, such a good job. Brush.” I hear the sigh that means he is completely relaxed.
“Left.” Smack! “Right” Smack! In quick succession once again. Oh, the sounds that come out of his mouth I can’t quite describe, but they are extremely enjoyable. I give a gleeful laugh.
“Hi Caleb.”
Gasp. Gasp. “Ahhhh.” Such delicious sounds.
Oh, yes. I laugh again.
“How are you doing, Caleb?”
“Very good, Miss Sweet.”
“Good. Oh, look. Your neck is still exposed and vulnerable for me. BITES.” More sounds. “Biting harder. Biting even harder. Biting. Sinking, sinking my teeth deeper and deeper.” Pause as he whimpers and moans. He is doing quite a lot of that. I am not at all displeased.
“And release.” He gives another sigh of relief. “Oh, look at that. I made a mark. That’s okay. I like marking you. Mmmm. Running my hands now, down your chest.” Moan.
“Down your hips. Down to your thighs and spreading them. Spreading your thighs so I can see everything you have to offer on display for me. That part of you that my voice is ignoring on display for me. Do you like being on display for me, Caleb?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.” I can tell from his voice that he does, indeed, like being on display for me.
“Good. I’m going to run my hands up and down your inner thighs. Slowly up and down. Such a good boy for me. In fact, you’ve been such a good boy, I’m going to kneel between your legs. You can see me there, can’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.” A whisper, huh. Perhaps he didn’t trust his voice not to break.
“Watching as my eyes focus on your cock. On that needy, desperate cock. The cock that craves.” He gives a heavy exhale.
“I’m going to take one finger while you watch and almost, almost touch it. Mmmm.” Whimpering.
“Running my finger, almost touching, from the head all the way down the base. In fact, I’m going to wrap my hand around it, still not quite touching it.” More whimpering, these being more high pitched than the previous ones.
“And running my hand up and down that space surrounding it. Up and down.”
“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.” His voice is still high pitched.
“You could feel this… if I allowed it.” My voice was teasing and tempting.
“Please?” He sounds so good when he begs.
“Oh. I do love the way you beg.” And it’s true. I do love the way he begs.
“Please? Please?” His voice full of need.
“In fact, I enjoy your begging so much that I’m going to bring my head forward. Bringing my mouth closer… and closer… to your head.”
“Ah!” Gasping breath. “Ah!”
“I’m going to bring my mouth over your head, not touching it.” Whimper. “But you can feel the warm air of my mouth but nothing else.” Deep, shuddering breath. “But no actual contact.”
His whimpers quickly become whines. “Ahhh! Ahhh!”
“You can even feel me breathing in and out. Feeling that air pass over that head, that needy head. Mmmm. I bet your cock is twitching, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.” Said again in a whisper.
“So needy. With my hand and my mouth so close to giving it what it craves.”
“Please. Please.” Still whispering. Perhaps I stole his voice along with his will. Aw well. I’m sure he’ll find it eventually.
“So close.” Teasing lilt to my voice.
“Yes! Please! Yes!” Oh, the pleasure of teasing him. Mmmm. I close my eyes for a moment, enjoying all that neediness in his voice.
“And moving my mouth and my hand away.”
If Part 2 is not in the post below, please click Previous Post.
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And welcome to my blog!
This is my first Text Trance Post.
I’m a large, loud and loquacious librarian who loves to help people.
And sometimes the only way to help my subby boys is to make them moan, beg and whimper. And sometimes, like as in this session, that means taking their minds completely.
NOTE: In this blog, I will be referring to all my subby boys I play with as Caleb. A Caleb in one submission may not be the Caleb in the previous submission, or the next submission either, but I will consistently using the name Caleb to refer to all of them. All of my Calebs have access to their safewords, even while blank and mindless.
Start of session: Hypnotic Language Warning
I had worked with this Caleb once before. He’d reacted well to the couple of triggers I had given him during our first session and I was excited to play with him again. Earlier that day, he had posted, half-jokingly, in a Discord Server that he wanted no brains in his head. I answered that the idea was tempting. And we left it at that as both of our days moved forward.
Several hours later, once we were both available, we called. We flirted for a few moments, it is so fun to flirt and tease him. He gets all shy. It’s positively adorable. But, then it was time. My voice changed, sliding into my Tist voice.
“Do you want to go down, Caleb?”
“Yes, please, Miss.” I could hear him already reacting to my Tist voice. Such a delightful subject.
“Very good. Falling down like a good boy. Falling, falling. Such a good boy. Falling so deep for me."
"Five. Falling."
"Four. Deep."
"Three. Falling."
"Two. Deep."
"When I say this last number, you’ll plummet down into trance, when I say this last number. And… I’m going… to say it… right…
"One. Good boy. How are you feeling?”
“Good, Miss.” His voice was a tad mumbled. That’s okay. I could fix that.
“Very good, Caleb. Remember, the more clearly you speak while you are under, the deeper you go.”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.” And he was speaking more clearly.
“Good boy. You like being blank and mindless. I know you do. I know you want to be blank and mindess. I know you want your mind to be so empty. Thoughtless and mindless and empty for me. Blaaank. All your thoughts slipping away, easily and simply. Slipping away, leaving you mindless, thoughtless and blaaaank. And empty as well."
"As the last thought slips from your mind, I bet you can start to feel my voice filling up all of those empty, empty, spaces in your mind. My voice filling up all those empty spaces, filling it up, up, up. And, soon, the only thing in your mind will be my voice, completely, utterly, filled. My words are your thoughts, your thoughts are my words. And, you can even find yourself saying my words, since they are your thoughts. So, if I say… “I’m good blank boy for Miss Sweet” you’ll say…?”
“I’m a good blank boy for Miss Sweet.” The words came out simply, without emotion.
“You *are* a good blank boy for me. And if I say ‘Thank you for making me blank, Miss Sweet’ you’ll say…?
“Thank you for making me blank, Miss Sweet.” Again, the words were said without emotion. Delicious.
“See. You’re doing so well. So, now, anytime I and I alone say “Thoughts: and then a phrase, you’ll find yourself repeating that phrase automatically, immediately and without thought. Because my words are your thoughts. And your thoughts are my words. In fact, you can easily forget that I gave you this trigger. It’s so difficult for memories to stick when you’re blank and mindless. It’s a great, unneeded effort. Instead of expending a great effort, you’ll find the fact I gave you the trigger and what it does just sliding away. Are you okay with this, Caleb?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Are you still a blank boy for me?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.” I loved the way his voice sounded, so obedient. I gave a small, delighted sound before continuing.
“Very good. You’ll feel me peeling my voice away from your mind. Peeling it away and as I do so, all of your own thoughts can come trickling back in. Feel them trickling in until your mind is yours again. When you are ready, I’ll bring you back up.”
I waited about 20 - 30 seconds before I received an “I’m ready, Miss Sweet.”
I start counting him up.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
"Four."
"Five."
"Up. Up. Up."
He yawns, stretches and makes a few other rather nice sounds.
“Hello, Caleb. How are you feeling?”
“G- good, Miss Sweet.” It was adorable, hearing just that hint of a stutter.
“I promised I would take your mind didn’t I? How’d you enjoy that?”
“It was wonderful. I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” He genuinely sounded surprised.
“I said I would in the chat, didn’t I?”
“Yes. But everyone on that chat promises stuff, but no one keeps their promises.”
“Well, that isn’t me. I do my best to keep my promises.”
“Thank you. It was a lot of fun.” I could hear the smile in his voice. I had indeed made him happy.
“Good. Thoughts: I enjoyed being blank for you, Miss Sweet.”
“I enjoyed being blank for you, Miss Sweet.”
There’s a pause.
“Wait a moment. Did you… did you give me that trigger?”
“What trigger?” My voice dripped with innocence.
“That trigger that makes me say what you want me to say. You already told me you gave another one of your toys this trigger. Did you forget you told me?” Darn. I hadn’t been willing to erase that part of his memory and had wondered if he would remember. Apparently he did. Aw well. Didn’t mean I couldn’t still play with it. And him.
“I didn’t forget. I gave it to you on purpose. I wondered what would happen. Thoughts: I like when you control me, Miss Sweet.”
“I like when you… mrrrrrrrrr…. control… mmmmmm.”
He manages to stop. Oh! A challenge. Fun! I felt my voice change.
“Thoughts: Please control me more, Miss Sweet.”
“Please control… mrrrrrrr… me more,… mrrrrr Miss Sweet…” He moaned, for just a moment. “Fuck. It’s so hard to resist.”
I couldn’t hide my obvious glee with this next one.
“Thoughts: It’s impossible to resist.” .
“It’s impossible to resist.” The words came out smoothly, none of the previous hesitation.
“Thoughts: I don’t want to resist.”
“I don’t want to resist.”
“Thoughts: All these thoughts are my thoughts.”
“All these thoughts are my thoughts… Fuck. It’s hard to think. Which thoughts are yours and which are mine?”
My answer was simple.
“Thoughts: All the thoughts in my head are my thoughts.”
“All the thoughts in my head are my thoughts. Oooooh. Ohhhh. Damn.” And he lets out a small, turned on whimper.
“Thoughts: I like when you control me, Miss Sweet.”
“I like when you control me, Miss Sweet.” No resistance. Almost monotone. Delicious, indeed.
“Thoughts: Please control me more, Miss Sweet.”
“Please control me more, Miss Sweet” There is obvious desire in his voice.
“Since you asked so nicely, boy. Falling down like a good boy."
"Falling. Falling. Even faster than before."
Falling so deep for me. So fast for me.
"Five. Falling."
"Four. Down."
"Three. Falling."
"Two. Down."
"When I say this final number, it will plummet you deeeeep into trance, when I say this last number. And I’m… going to say… this number… in just a moment…
One.”
Wait for a moment or two. “How are you feeling?”
“Horny and deep, Miss Sweet.”
“That’s wonderful news. Now, you said you wanted your brain to go away. That is still true, right Caleb?”
“Yes..” There’s a distinct pause. “Miss Sweet.”
“You want me to take your mind?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Are these your thoughts or my thoughts?”
“I don’t know, Miss Sweet.”
“Do you care?”
“No, Miss Sweet. Please, Miss Sweet. Take my mind. Please. Please.” The second ‘please’ was blatantly desperate.
“Alright, boy. I want you to watch closely. I’m reaching forward, placing my hand on your head. You can feel a slight pressure and then that pressure lessening as I pull your mind, your brain, out of your head.”
He lets out a relieved sigh.
“I took your mind. I wonder if you can see it here, in my hand.”
“I can, Miss Sweet.”
“If you have no mind, how can you have thoughts? All of your thoughts rushing out of your head and into your mind, here in my hand.”
He lets out a rather delicious moan.
“Blank and mindless as your thoughts rush out into your mind that I control. I control your mind, so I control you.”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
Thoughts: You control me, Miss Sweet.”
“You control me, Miss Sweet.”
“Thoughts:“I love that you’re controlling me, Miss Sweet”
“I love that you’re controlling me, Miss Sweet”
“Oh. I’m so glad to hear that, Caleb. I’m so glad I’m controlling you, too.”
“Because I have your brain, you’re nothing but a body, to feel things. And, in fact, since there is absolutely nothing in your mind, you can just become a body of pleasure. Not a boy, not Caleb, just a body of pure pleasure. Everything you do, brings you pleasure. It can be sexual pleasure. It can be the pleasure of being down here with me. It can even be the pleasure of hearing my voice like this. Or, perhaps the pleasure of being completely controlled. Everything brings you pleasure. Breathing brings you pleasure, moving a foot brings you pleasure, itching your nose brings you pleasure. Every… single… thing… you do, brings you… pleasure.”
I could hear him breathing, and everytime he inhaled, he let out a small moan. And everytime he exhaled, he let out another one. His breathing was indeed bringing him pleasure.
“But, the most pleasure you will recieve is when you admit to me that your mind belongs to me. And that you love your mind belonging to me.”
A small gasp and then, “Yes, Miss Sweet” in a surprisingly breathless voice.
“Good boy. Now. When I bring you up in just a moment, you’ll remain blank and mindless, because you are blank and mindless. I still have your mind in my hand.”
“Yes, Miss Sweet” still breathless.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
"Four."
"Five."
"Up. Up. Up."
“I still a have your mind, don’t I, Caleb?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Thoughts: I’m just a body, I can only feel pleasure, Miss Sweet.”
“I’m just a body, I can only feel pleasure, Miss Sweet.”
“Thoughts: Saying these words bring me pleasure, Miss Sweet.”
“Saying these words bring me pleasure, Miss Sweet.”
“Thoughts: My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
“My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
“Thoughts: My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
“My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
“Thoughts: My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
“My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
I dropped the Thoughts trigger and just started saying “My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
“My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.” and he still answered perfectly and obediently.
Me.“My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
Him. “My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.”
Me. “My mind-”
He cut me off. “My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet. My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet.” It was like he couldn’t say it fast enough. Just making it a mantra, saying it over and over, fast as he could.
“Goooooood. Good mindless boy, for me.”
“My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet. My mind belongs to you, Miss Sweet. Can I cum? Can I cum, Miss?”
“Yes, Caleb. Cum for me.”
The sounds he made when he came sent shivers all over my body and I may have let out a moan or two of my own.
When I finally noticed his breathing normalize, I called his name.
“Caleb?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet?” He answered me slowly but normally. His voice told me he wasn’t quite finished with his afterglow.
“Did you touch?”
“No, Miss Sweet. You didn’t tell me to.”
I fully admit, I may have let out an unintentional YES! causing poor Caleb to audibly jump. I felt guilty for letting that slip out but I had just given him a hands free orgasm. My first!
But I couldn’t rejoice too long. I had a subby boy to put back together.
“Caleb? Do you see your mind in my hands?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“I am going to give your mind back to you. Can you see your mind in your hands?”
“Yes, Miss Sweet.”
“Please place your mind back into your body. It is unharmed. Unchanged. It is just as it was when I took it. Let me know when it’s back in your head.”
“It’s back, Miss Sweet.”
“Good boy. Now, I’m going to wrap you up in my arms. You did so well. I’m so proud of you. Time for aftercare.”
The end of session.
So, yes, I think this is a wonderful introduction to who I am and what I do.
I hope you all enjoyed!
Ja ne!
~Sweet
This is a hypnotic poem that heightens and excites the reader into a trance that only reading a word of a certain color makes them very aroused and subjective to going into a trance state.
Note there is a trigger which is the color. Once read the reader or subject cant resist its followings. So please if you dont wish to read this script. I would understand. But those whom wish to read male or female please enjoy and afterwards comment for feedback to help me improve if possible. So with this warning out of the way lets begin.
Hello my name is purple19 on hypwatch. I am not a great hypnotist but a good writer of poetry and stories. My spelling bit off but dont let it brake your eyes from reading. So i like to ask you my reader please find a place to relax and get comfortable for a half hour. Please make sure you will not be disturbed as you need to pay attention of what you read. Now take a few mintues to get into a comfortable position. And let's begin. Start by reading each word very closely and breath lightly as you read. Right now your Problay wondering how can i read and get into a trance? It's simple by reading your mind becomes open to words and subtext. Its thoughts are empty to fill with imaginations. Your mind is open to my words which allows you to read and receive its message. Your breathing is getting more relaxed as your reading the words. Scrolling down more reading each word and your breathing getting more and more relaxed. Your body releasing the tense stress and your breathing becomes easy and stress free. Cause stress is nasty you want to release that out each breath each breath your stress leaves and leaves you feeling more relaxed and pleasant breathing and relaxing as stress leaves you each exhale and inhale of relaxing peace. More and more. Your body is going to feel so good and limp as you start to feel more relaxed and peaceful. Breathing gets more relaxed as your stress is leaving your body your mind your soul. Leaving you in a very enjoyable place of trance. I want to take you deeper into trance so read each word read each word. Everytime you read the word sink . your going to sink deeper down into a very deep trance. Sink thats it sink down futher the long dark void of your mind. Sink so very deep as your body goes limper and mind opens wider. Sink deep for me sink for your own enjoyment. Sink so deep down only thing you can do is read and breath and sink. So very deep deep is so good. Your almost fully deep just few more breaths and sink sink sink your now deep. Good your fully deep for me. Feels so good to let my words ease your wide open empty mind. I am going to take control of your mind. I am going to take control of your body. Thats what you want i can tell. So now your drifting sinking deep for me that my words are filling your mind by this deep state your in. Now when ever you read the words in this phrase you return to this deep trance state. Yellow makes everything better.
Yellow makes everything better.
Thats it this phrase is going to wiggle into your open mind and you remember this phrase when reading any of my trances. Yellow makes everything better. This phrase takes you more deep and your body starts to feel very aroused. Yes aroused. Your chest your privates are so very aroused by this. Because yellow makes everything better. Yes yellow makes everything better as your arousal inhances and grows in your body.
Your chest your privates your enjoying this so much you feel urges and need to release and ease this but you dont want it to stop you want it more and more yes more and more yellow makes everything better. Your pleasure is in my control yes i control your heated passions and urges. Cause yellow makes everything better.
Yellow makes everything better. Yes your so close to release you want this you need this you need this. You want this. Almost there so yellow makes everything better. Now your going feel so good yellow makes everything better. When i say cum you release your pleasure. Your so aroused and built up with pleasure you need to release you want this so badly. CUM. Release your pleasure. CUM. Let your pleasure flow out. Feels so good to release. Your cumming so freely and lots. CUM. Good boys and Good girls. Your so obedient and submissive to my control. You love my control you need my control. You want my control. You crave my control. Now CUM once more. Very good my darlings. Your now drooling submissives and your obediant to my words and control. Because yellow makes everything better. Now its time to bring you back to normal state i know your aching and drooling for more but dont worry you can return anytime just need to remember yellow makes everything better. Good now. Read my words and remember. Good very good. On my count from ten to one i will bring you back to normal state. 10 remember that yellow makes everything better. 9 your mind is open to my words my control over you. 8 your obedience is your pleasure you can recieve and have. 7 feeling so light as you rise higher now. 6 higher and remember. 5 your halfway there body is soon coming back from that deep state. 4 no more forgetting and always remember your mine and my words are so good to read and enjoy. 3 body is becoming more awake. 2 Almost awake now body more control and senses around you as your mind is sealing up my words and commands. Now 1 fully awake and aware and feeling so refreshed and great. Please take moments to become normal and return to your daily routines. Thank you for reading and enjoy my trance script. If you can please reply with feed back help improve my art. Thank you boys and girls. Have a wonderful day and hope you read my next trance.
Bye from purple19.
So if you are instrested in more personal trance please message me and I can make your dreams a reality. Thanks again.
