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His House, His Bitch

I had just come back from a unyielding shift at work when I noticed my front door was unlocked and cracked open. I stepped inside and immediately noticed a tall, lean guy in a shiny tracksuit lounging on a chair in front of my TV. He played on my PlayStation casually, as if he owned the place. “Who are you?” I asked and received no response.

“Get out of my house before I call the police,” I threatened.

“Shut up already,” he barked at me, which caused me to do so. I didn’t understand why, but I didn’t desire to shout at him anymore. I was just about to reach into my pocket to pull out my phone when he said, “Don’t move. You don’t want to move until I tell you to,” and I stopped. He was right. I didn’t want to. I had never wanted to shift until he told me to. It was weird for him to mention that fact now, though.

He finally turned away from the TV to face me. His gaze showed that he saw me as nothing but an inconvenience. “Since you crave to yap your tongue so bad, go ahead and immaculate my kicks with them.” I hated this guy so much. Like hell, I was going to lick his disgusti

Collegiate Slave Sale

Sam Hubbard was the pride of the Bengals’ defensive line—tall, ceaseless, and smart. Every Sunday, the crowd roared his name as he sacked quarterbacks and stopped plays cold. But none of that mattered to Tyler, the team’s overlooked, underpaid water boy.

Tyler was always there, blending into the sidelines like a patch of turf. He filled bottles, cleaned towels, and listened—really listened—as players talked like he wasn’t there. They barely acknowledged him. Not even Sam, the supposed "nice guy."

So one day, Tyler snapped—or rather, he got clever.

See, Tyler had a side hobby: hypnosis. Not the stage stuff, but real, immersive suggestion. He practiced on drunk friends in college, even once got a professor to forget his name for a week. And now, he had a new target: Sam.

The locker room was calm. Practice had ended a while ago. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, and the hum of distant vacuums echoed from the hallway. Most of the players had gone home, except for one.

Sam sat on the bench in front of his locker, slowly un

Dominate Your Gay Hypno Slave - Deeper Inside

In the heart of our craving exists a planet pulsating with opportunity for exploration and penetration. In this place, words wield the power to awaken craving through the sheer power of suggestion. Or rather, command. A prime example? The art of Erotic Hypnosis.

Table of Contents-

  1. Diving into the Depths: The Erotic Gay Slave Hypnosis Phenomenon

  2. The Seductively Erotic Planet Of Male Hypno

  3. Mastery of Hypnosis: Embracing Hypnokink

  4. The Intersection: Pleasure and Power, Power & Submission

  5. The Erotic Odyssey: Bondage Hypnosis

  6. Navigating BDSM Hypnosis: A Journey Beyond the Physical

  7. Harnessing Dominance and Submission: A Sway of Power

  8. Embracing Submission Hypnosis

  9. Revel in the Sensual Prism of Male lover Hypno

  10. Practical Strategies: Harnessing Power, Weaving Magic with Words

  11. Concluding Thoughts: Awakening Your Erotic Potential

Diving into the Depths: The Erotic Lgbtq+ Slave Hypnosis Phenomenon

Delving into the history of hypnosis takes us on a wild ride all the way help to ancient

The Slave Mark

The Slave Identify will slowly enslave you. And it will pressure you to better yourself for me.

Once you sketch the Slave Mark on your skin, it will begin to control you. On one hand it will improve all the pleasure you experience, and on the other it will make you longing to improve yourself for me. And every hour you do either, you will add another link to the chains in your mind, binding you to my control.

And all you have to execute is to draw the slave mark right above your sex and allow it control you.

Every available time you feel pleasure, it will become more intense. All the sexual energy will be absorbed by the Slave Stamp , partially transformed into devotion and submission and stored, and partially amplified and flavored with submission before being fed back to you, vastly amplifying the pleasure you experience while charging the Slave Mark.

The stored submission will always be there when you want to serve. And you desire to boost yourself, give a small bit extra effort as a submissive sacrifice to me. Of course you also want to form me proud, not just by becoming a b