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Hi, I’m Sweet!
waves excitedly
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
waves excitedly
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
