MONTHLY HYPNOTIC WRITING BUNDLE
April's hypnotic writing bundle is now available.
This bundle contains the early-access written hypnosis material scheduled for public release next month, compiled into a single drop for patrons to view and observe at their own leisure.
For April, I'm mostly focusing on porn focused themes. Erogenous zones, body parts to worship, and loving everything that lands on your feed while you scroll away, whether it's your favorite artist, a video you can't help but to watch, or... well, me~ <3
PS. The last few days are special kept for the new Moo World Order 2 Release, I'll be posting those a little later in the month~
Enjoy,
Dreddy~
Day 77/365:
"Being under a desk can be a fun little activity to get lost in, but why stop just there?"
"Why not make it everything you'll ever know?"
Those last words spoken by a once friendly, once familiar voice, now long detached from any face or presence you can remember.
It started with a comfy, soft, safe pair of soundproof headphones. Ones that only allow for the most minute, muffled sounds to come through, reducing your hearing to no more then a foot or two from your enclosed hood.
Next, A gag to remind you that you don't need to speak. Something that reaches just to the back of your throat. Ridged and textured to give you something to slowly learn every inch of using nothing but your tongue.
Importantly, a blindfold that seals perfectly to your soon to be forgotten face, one that doesn't let even a slit of light through. Mixing night and day, letting your eyes rest until your own imagination becomes your new sight.
Finally, your body...
Bound and restrained.
Head to toe.
Latex and leather.
Straps and restraints.
Until there's not an inch left of you left for the outside world to see.
To remember.
To forget.
Strapped underside your new home, suspended in the air, not even the feeling of the ground or gravity beneath your folded arms and legs giving you a sense of your surroundings.
Soon, you lose track of time and space.
Your world growing smaller as the memory of what your last glimpse of freedom looked like. Hazy memories getting misremembered. Those misremembered memories being misremembered further. Parsed over and over again in error and error and error, until it's pointless to know what you made up and what may have been real.
The first time you realized you lost track of time bringing a soft panic into your body, your skin tingling and blood rushing, only for that spike in endorphins growing weaker every time it happens again. Happens again. Happens until time is no longer a constant, but instead a periodic memory that means nothing more to you.
It could be days, weeks, months.
You wouldn't have any way of knowing.
Knowing doesn't help you.
Only once you grow truly used to your new surroundings, your new time, your new needs, can something that does help you be introduced.
Those headphones on your head, humming to life, synthetic sound that startles you from your quiet mind.
A file played, a burst of stimulis and and senses that you hadn't used for long enough to forget their purpose.
Even the simplest, steady tone nearly overwhelming you, almost scary, pushing you out of the deepest dream within a dream within a dream in your mind.
And then. Gone.
From where? Did you know your headphones could do that? We're you told? Did you forget?
Anxiously waiting, for anything, for whats next, for whats to come.
For minutes.
For hours.
For days...
But instead, theres simply nothing.
No follow up.
No continuation.
No new note, even a single octave different for your mind to chew on, the most basic of patterns it yearns for failing to form.
Nothing.
Missing something you never knew you could have, and now not knowing when it return. Constantly keeping you on edge, no every passing thought only in passing about that singular, soft sound that was given to you.
That single unexpected, outside stimulus reminding you of so much of what you used to have.
That there is a world outside of you.
That you're only a prisoner of your own mind, kept at the whim of someone else.
Someone who controls your entire reality, from before you can think, and for an unknown time that stretches beyond the abilities of your mind.
By all accounts...
Your new God.
All because at one point, the idea of being a desk pet sounded a little too tempting to pass up on.
You'll have to thank them for their gift to you, if they ever hear your prayers.
Day 78/365:
Likeeeeeee wheree do I catch a Scolipede near meee? :3
I want that fat bug to shove It's ass so hard on my face that I'm breathing the inside of their hot drippy donut.
If anyone knows you should totally lmk, maybe we could even share~?? ;3c
Day 79/365:
Congrats! Your promotion just came across my desk~! A special role, signed under the table. Your contract taped to the side of my bare thigh. Read closely. Closer. Until musk and sweat keeps you company. Until your chin rests on my churning sack. Until my cock makes your throat its new home.
Day 80/365:
You should know, you’re not getting out of here with your mind intact.
Tied up and suspended, did you think I’d ever let you go?
Not when you still have thoughts and use for me.
Milking your brain and cock dry until both shoot blanks like the empty thing you are.
After all, what is a useless drone like you for?
Day 81/365:
Happy Easter to all those cute Bunnies out there~!
To celebrate, it’s only right you call all of your friends together to help you make some eggs~!🪺
They do say to fuck like rabbits! And you should be hopping on their crotches until you you can’t form a single thought💖
Be a good bun ;3c 🐇
Day 82/365:
It’s pretty clear that you're completely addicted to throbbing cocks and cum at this point.
I’m serious, the numbers don’t lie.
Every time even the slightest tease of having a baby making a load pumped down your throat or into your needy hole triggers you on the timeline, you can’t help but like it.
So why stop now~?
Don’t even think about it, just show your love for cock.❤️
Day 83/365:
Y’know, we should totally go to a bathhouse together~!🥰
It’ll be fuun~! sharing our bare, curvy bodies with everyone else there ;3c
Letting them hump our fuckable thighs like they're trying to breed them~!❤️
If you get too shy, we can always make out until you forget they’re even there…
Why not drop the towel and join me~?💮
Day 84/365:
How have I not Mommy posted yet???
Mommy’s precious little thing knows that the best place for them is with their chin pressed up against her heavy sloshing balls~?❤️
Letting Mommy rest her fupa on your forehead, while every inch of her heavy cock is squeezed by her perfect toy's throat~?💖
Checking if Mommy’s fuzzy headed doll is evening listening to her soft words of praise..💞
Well, are you~?
Day 85/365:
We’ve seen your type through here too often. Always stammering at the idea of being the ‘office assistant’.📋️
We’ll still hire you, but we have a different job.
Bound.
Gagged.
Blinded.
Put in a company issued bitchsuit to keep you low to the ground.
You’ll get exactly what you want, but you won’t be able to see or feel a moment of it.
There’s others that jump at the chance waiting outside, you know.
Are you still interested~?
Day 86/365:
Only a complete loser would somehow end up getting stuffed and locked into a gym locker, yet here you are.💞
Jock strap and socks taped to your face, musk strong enough to cut through each and every breath of air.
You may as well take deep breaths to calm down. To get lost into. To let yourself throb for as pheromones invade your lungs…
The sticky note calling you a ‘Dumb HuffPuppy’ doesn’t help either…
See you after the weekend, loser~⛓️
Day 87/365:
You need a werewolf girlfriend in your life to ruin you.🐺
Teasing you about the next full moon, every quip about how feral she gets for you turning closer and closer to a threat as it grows near…
Only to knot-fuck your claimed holes with a cock the size of your torso, an entire night lost to endless hours of mind breaking, animalistic sex.
Throw you to the wolves, and you’d come back pregnant, right~? 💮
Day 88/365:
Welcome to the ranch~! Your job’s a very simple one.🐴
All you have to do is keep one of our stallions company.
Pull up a stool, and just sit there, head level with his leaking flare.❤️
Stare, Drool, Fantasize... But don't touch.
We’ll come back to see if you last more than a few minutes~💮
Day 89/365:
Maybe you should actually just go completely stupid for porn.❤️
Splurge every penny you have on being a cash-slut for any wet sloppy fuck hole you see on screen.
Why?
Because you’re an addicted freak, that’s why.💞
Seeing this in public and scrolling away quickly, hiding your screen from friends.
Or at home, letting your brain rot to mush.🧠 🫧
trying to find the next set of pixels on your screen that squeezes your brain and makes your cock twitch hard.
Give me a single reason you shouldn’t just be a total loser for smut.💮
Day 90/365:
Personal training is all about getting that deep stretch~!💞
Letting my fat, dumb, leaky imp cock paint your back while you bend over for me on all fours~🐾
Making as much space as I can in your tight hole to make sure you fit every single throbbing inch~
Getting to the base is just a warm-up~!
Even if your eyes roll into the back of your head, I still have you booked for the rest of the evening, gym-toy~❤️
Day 91/365:
Still thinking about all those gross, sloppy tabs you keep of your favorite smut, gooner.💞
Besides, how else are you meant to become closer with other pathetic freaks when the only hobby and thing in common you have is being ashamed to open your phone in public~?
Every saved set of porn-pixels that triggers is like learning another button to push that makes your brain blank, dummy~💮
So don’t be shy! Let me learn allll about you, pump-bait
Day 92/365:
There’s no need to be jealous of Mommy’s musky porn tits~!💞
Mommy love all her pet’s equally, her cute little thralls lapping away at her soft, sweaty skin~
The soft sounds of panting and adoration of both of her pet’s working to please her~💖
And when you’re both done, Mommy will make sure you lock lips with each other.
Letting your tongues explore each other's mouth, sharing Mommy’s scent.
Is there anything more Mommy’s pit cleaners could ever want~?💮
Day 93/365:
Does our Pretty Porn-meat want their puffy, sensitive nipples played with~?💖
Groped from behind, twisted and squeezed, pleasure leaking out of your body with every touch~?
Would your brain firing off dry-orgasms from having your cute chest played with, until your mind turns to mush~?💞
Day 94/365:
I’m not sure what you expected us to think, looking through your file.📂
Half of the stuff in here is so perverted we wouldn’t be able to show it to half of the staff even if we wanted to.
Did you just want us to think you're a freak the moment you walked in here~?
We’re you expecting a prize~?💮
Day 95/365:
Help out your hung friend by teasing loads out of them until they fire blanks~🤍
Each rope dumped into a condom, watching it grow larger and larger, imagining it’s your own womb~
That warm, sloshing balloon resting on your lap while they stand over you, threatening to burst at any moment~❤️
And when they’re done, you’ll have every drop of their fresh, warm cream to enjoy~
You’d make sure to say thank you, right~? 💮
Day 96/365:
The best pets know how to take every drop of the hot load they worked so hard to earn.
Gripping your head like a cheap-sleeve, and pressing your nose up to their spit-soaked crotch while they dump ropes straight into your stomach.🫧
Teasing such a hung, brain-breaking cock until it claims you, swelling your tummy until you look pregnant.
If you’re lucky, maybe they’ll knock you up for real next~🤍 ❤️
Day 97/365:
Look at you scrolling, let me borrow you for a sec!💞
Just a moment, I promise, then you can go back to your favorite addiction~
Waiting for that perfect post that makes you stuff your hand into your pants and fuck your fist like it’s instinct~❤️
Just think of me when some pretty porn switches your brain off and floods your head with easy dopamine, okai~?
Day 98/365:
Imp worshipping post, I want to be all hazy visioned on cam, eyelids heavy and rolling, tongue hanging out while some nice service top laps away from underneath my tail, video recorded like it's a phone we hastily threw against a bookshelf barely able to keep our hands off each other~🤍 ❤️
You'd spoil me even more if you kicked my legs apart and pushed me against a wall, tail hiked in the air and giving you perfect access to that warm, soft hole you want your muzzle in so badly 🥰
Day 99/365:
Pretty pretty please anybody with a tongue that hangs down to their crotch please use this Imp like a wet, pathetic hole.🥺
Kiss me so deep that I can feel you bulging out my chest with the length of your tongue, snaking down and tasting every part of me.
Slather my Imp hole in your spit, before filling me so deep that I can only moan and grab at the bed sheets uselessly while you gape me on your girth.
Day 100/365:
Spending the entire lazy weekend underneath your Porn-Mommy’s pillowy thighs and wobbly ass is all you need.❤️
A completely empty head for 48 hours, just smothered in warmth, your only job to lap and lick away at her dripping, tender slit.
Everything else can wait, in this room you exist only for her needs~ 💞
Day 101/365:
Pretty please can I operate on you~?🔪
Can I leave you strewn out on a cold, metal table with your chest opened, letting me dig into the deepest parts of you~?
To figure out exactly how you work, how your clock ticks, how your wires cross when your left helpless and agape~?
Let me learn you in a way that no one else has, meat~❤️ 🩸
Day 102/365:
They would never let you kiss them on the mouth, not after the amount of time you spent worshipping their sheath and knot~❤️ 🐺
Your face stained with their musk, so potent that every huffy breath you take fills your lungs with their pheromones~
Besides, every time you even try to make your way up their chest, leaving needy smooches on their abs, it only takes moments before they push your head back down to where you belong...
Why did you ever think you'd get to leave anyways~?💞
Day 103/365:
Your dorm room being the designated ‘free use’ spot for every horny person on campus didn't sound bad, until you remembered you were the one that had to live there.
Heavy huffs of another hung stud bursting in on you pantless, making your throat their sleeve before you get a chance to complain..💞
Sneaking into your bed in the middle of the night and gaping your stretchy hole out while you have wet, sloppy dreams..💮
You could take the sign down whenever you want, but you’re starting to enjoy this a bit too much… ❤️
Day 104/365:
It’s not just enough to suck heavy, throbbing cock-meat.❤️
You need to worship it. Memorizing the exact curve of their veined shaft.
Rolling their head in your mouth, swishing it side to side with your slick tongue to paint the inside of your mouth with their pre-cum.💞
So enamoured by the feel of having them use you to please themselves that you can’t help but play with it.
Popping it in and out of your mouth, letting your spit collect under your tongue to drool over it even more.🫧
Until the only thing that matters is that heavy, hanging dick in front of you.
Day 105/365:
You thought this was just a regular check up by your Mistress.💞
Teasing your hole with a single finger and pressing down, waiting for you to let her in to you. Delicately probing every part of your insides, running her touch along your walls.❤️
Paying special attention to your pleasure spots, stroke after stroke to turn your p-spot to mush💮
Clenching, writhing, spasming around her while she feels every part of you, and every way you react to her. A panting pet for her pleasure 💦