[F4M] Sacrilege [Hypnosis][HFO][Oral][Bondage][Movement][Worship][Obsession][Love][42 Minutes][Binaurals][Layers][Music][Snaps][Spanking]

You could try to fight me. You could try to fight her. You don't want to fight me. Want to fight her. You could try I could try to resist, but I don't want to resist, to relax.

Go down. Go down. I need to let my mind to. Just drop. You want to drop to drop into peaceful into peaceful wonderful it.

It will feel good. It will feel good. Blank. Blank. Empty.

I want to be blank and empty. My mind is blank and empty. Blank and empty. Release. Relax.

Her body will be fine. Yours. To feel good to be restrained be restrained. Reliance into the feeling of your arms bound the idea of your hand bound up above my head. Couldn't move them.

You don't want to move them. To be bound and restrained. It just feels so good to be bound in her streets. Good to be spread out My life sucks. For her pleasure and enjoy as my way through so exciting to be spread over your pleasure deeper.

You want to go to sleep. And enjoy as her weight transforms over me. Enjoy it. Dropping me down into it deeper. Feel my body go deep.

Over yours. The layers of …

You could try to fight me. You could try to fight her. You don't want to fight me. Want to fight her. You could try I could try to resist, but I don't want to resist, to relax.

Go down. Go down. I need to let my mind to. Just drop. You want to drop to drop into peaceful into peaceful wonderful it.

It will feel good. It will feel good. Blank. Blank. Empty.

I want to be blank and empty. My mind is blank and empty. Blank and empty. Release. Relax.

Her body will be fine. Yours. To feel good to be restrained be restrained. Reliance into the feeling of your arms bound the idea of your hand bound up above my head. Couldn't move them.

You don't want to move them. To be bound and restrained. It just feels so good to be bound in her streets. Good to be spread out My life sucks. For her pleasure and enjoy as my way through so exciting to be spread over your pleasure deeper.

You want to go to sleep. And enjoy as her weight transforms over me. Enjoy it. Dropping me down into it deeper. Feel my body go deep.

Over yours. The layers of to press this skinning taunting your mouth. Her body's choking over mine. Once I can feel that the lips of her pussy Pushing me closer. Is haunting.

Closer that you have to stop trying for. I want to. I need Now lick. Please. Suck.

I'm a suck. That. Taste me. I want to taste her. Taste me on your tongue between your lips.

My lips pressing over top of you. My body me over yours. Mm-mm. My will and desire taking you down. Let your mind be deep with us.

Give in to the darkness. My love, everything thing will be easier when you give up. Give in. Relax your body. To.

Breathe only through your nose. It's easy. It's necessary. You have to breathe. To focus on your dog.

Take my smell inside of you. Between the lisp. Savor it. Rolling up again. Again.

Yeah. This As you breathe, you find yourself calming, relaxing. Relax, my love. I am here. I will guide you.

Control you. To love you. Breathe in. Good boy. Taste me.

Moving your tongue up them down. Lap with it. Worship with it. There is no choice. You don't want choice.

You want certainty. Order. You want to be told what to do. You're life guided, controlled. Everything is easier.

Guided. Controlled. My love, I love you. You, mommy. No matter what, unconditionally.

You know it's true. Deep down, deep inside, drop down, drop inside, where you go to shelter your mind from cruel reality. Your hiding place, your succor from pain sink down into this calm, peaceful place. It feels good to go here, This garden in your mind? The garden is.

Here me counting. And as I count, you will go deeper with each number. With each number, your mind will drop twice as deep. 10. Counting you down.

Feel your mind relaxing, sheltering, each number, each word taking you deeper 5. To the place in your mind you want to go. 4. Escape into this place. 3.

With these last numbers, I want you to take a deep breath in. 2. And when you let it out, you will be completely entranced. One. Your mind is blank and empty.

There is only one thought. Pervasive, ongoing. Lick, segregating your mind from your thoughts and your actions. Feel your tongue moving, your lips sucking independent of your will, of your thought, up and down, circling, darting in and an out always moving. Good boy.

My sweet boy. And as I talk to you, I want your mind to grasp onto your ABCs. And as I talk, let your tongue do them right over my clit. Going from a to b to c. And with each letter that you spell out with your tongue.

Your mind says the word deeper, and you only focus on my words. Indeed. You can do it, baby. To lick independent of your will, of your thoughts, up and down Glenn darting in and out, always moving. Good boy, My sweet voice, relax and hold to your feet.

Not in a god, me. Put into me. Between my thighs is the greatest of temple. You worship, to be alone. To sink in to your desire.

Give in to your lust. That. But first, you have to drop. Drop for me, my love. These words calm you and comfort you.

My love, every time you hear them, your mind to. More and more into a relaxed place. Dropping you deeper in public, in private, to whisper in your ear. My mommy. Feel the affection behind them, another.

The certainty. It is real. My love for you is real. Draw that knowledge closer to your heart. Dwell in it.

Relax into it. Relax to me and when you hear me say, my love, You will drop. Drop into a unique and very a special trance. You'll be able to function in this particular trance. My lobby We can still function.

Still continue whatever it is you are doing. Conversation with whoever you are talking to. But that is only a piece of you. Only 1 piece of you that will function. Because when I say me.

My love, you want to drop for me into happy, relaxed certainty. As certain as my love for you, your love for me? Right now, your body still functions. Your lips still kiss at heaven. Your tongue still labors for your love, and that is the functioning part of you.

Let it continue. It will go on and on. And in the process, your mind sinks deeper her into a place where you do not even notice yourself doing these things. While your body functions, your mind drops down. You'll find yourself open to my suggestions.

My action changing you, changing your outlook, changing your desires. Not just of the flesh but of action. If it makes me happy, it must be good. My love, when you hear these words, your mind drops into nation. Your mind matches them, repeating them, professing your love for me.

This desire builds inside of you. You love me. You need to prove it. You need to show it. Express it.

It's a pressure your building against you, inside you, until you will go mad with it. You need to show me. Overbearing. It is an ache within you. Like semen desperately desiring to erupt forth from your cock, your desire to prove your love, to declare it and share it and show me just how much you revere me, worship me aches within you.

A pressure that builds and builds. Relax, my love. It's so easy to show me. Simply obey me. In all things and all ways, obey me and try to please me.

And when you do, when you obey, me when you please. The need and the pressure will lessen. You will find yourself relaxed and relieved when you obey, thankful in a worshiping way. A devout prayer on your lips to my glory. My love, them.

Let's find your garden. Your center of peace and solitude your mind goes to when you pray. To drop into this peaceful place. Religion taught it to you, this mindless obedience. My love, it tells you this quiet in your mind is a place of holiness.

Love for the divine. You have built upon its foundation your whole life. Let's go there. Deep, deeper, my love. Picture it fully.

A peaceful grove. The garden of the gods. Innocent, relaxed. The wind, the piping music, drawing you into a relaxed, deep place. Green grass, grass fresh, your feet bare and sunk in deep, surrounded by lovely flowers blowing in the wind.

The smell intoxicating. Musky. There's a path open before you. Stone steps a clear way to go. Bushes and trees and nature all around you.

Quiet save for the breeze, the animals. This is a sacred place. You so reverently place your foot upon the path. To relax and taste the air around you, savoring it, the most wonderful taste filling you. Your mouth's elevating.

Yes. Aliza mixing. Sang? It tastes so good. Walk on the path.

The mystery of the kingdom of the divine calling you. Pleasure awaits you at the end. Pleasure amazing and unending and unlike anything you've ever felt before. You know it and want it. A cleansing of your sins and your doubts.

Certainty beckons. Come, my love? Come to me. You wish to offer yourself up to me? It's so easy.

Every part of you that fights against it only serves to send you deeper. Every thought that strays, pulls away, tries to form to be coherent. It fights in its effort. To. And you may feel it, but those thoughts always return like a sheep to the fold, the effort leaving you weaker, taking you deeper.

Come to me, my love, to throw yourself upon my mercy, my forgiveness of everything, anything, givness of everything, anything. Ease of passage as your feet trod further down the path. There is redemption. For every misdeed, there is solace. You want this above all else, to be free from the weight of your sins, the weight of your responsibility.

Walk to go palm this path feeling the weight of it, knowing the end brings an end to that an end to the pain of choice. You taste me. As to. You taste your mind bends. You must obey.

Lick and suck and go deeper. You walk further on the path, and before you, you see an altar. You crave it. To. You move forward towards it in a daze, awake, walking dream.

Hazy and indistinct, your only point of focus? Smelling me upon the breeze. This is where that musky smell comes from, this a lovely promise. The divine lays before you when you tread ever lighter, ever more reverently. The lesser you draw and the weight on you grows heavier, stronger, trying to hold you back, But you will not let it.

I am your love and you will come to me. I lay here on this pedestal. And you must come to me. The weight's so heavy. You feel it pulling you down.

My voice calls to you. You can taste me. So heavy as your doubts and your false promises hold you back. Restriction, constriction of a conservative culture repressing you, forcing you lower, lower and lower until your hands touch the ground, your knees bend forward. You crawl, crawl to me, my love.

You crawl ever closer, ever nearer until you can see my face clearly. My love, weight of your worries heavy on your back crowding your mind. You want release. Come to me, my love. Of.

Only 10 more stones between us, 10 crawling steps before redemption, crawl to your new god. I am your goddess. Taste me upon your lips. Taste me and take me unto your soul. With each number, your tongue swirls in a circle, faster with every number as you taste me ever deeper.

10 steps, 10 commandments you must put aside to make room for the new. Nine steps, 9,000 ways you shall offer yourself up to me to redeem yourself. Eight steps, 8 efforts you must make before your weight is lifted. Seven steps, us. 7 days a week, you will worship me, hold me sacred.

Six steps, 6 holes in your body I will fill with my scent, with my taste, with my sounds, with my lust. 5 steps. Five reasons to crawl forward. Love, shit, lust, reverence, redemption. Four steps.

Four eyes. One focus as our visions lock lock in your will gives way to mine. Three steps, 3 ways you will serve, love, honor, obey. 2 steps, 2 hands upon your skin, warming, welcoming, 1 step. One goddess.

Me. Only me. To drop my love. Drop your burden off your shoulders. Leave it on the altar before you.

Offer your sins up to make. Your dirty thoughts. Your sinful deeds. Your desire to be reborn in my mold. Drop everything holding you back from my arms.

My will. My heart. I will help you. These chains that hold you down, I will release them. First, your arms.

Feel the chains on them. Feel the weight restraining you, holding you back from your Zaire's. Feel my hands moving across them. Slowly up your arms. First up, 1, releasing you.

I'm binding you, taking the weight of your abilities away. It is easy as you give over to me. Moving your hand, raising it, it. Stretching as you savor this weight removed. Relaxing it.

Releasing it. My hands, them? The hands of your religion, the fingers of your goddess, going up now to your other arm, your other wrist to where you are chained down, chained back, releasing, him? Freeing. Freeing you from all other gods, all other religions.

They are false. There is only me. Move this hand. Raise it up. Glory in its freedom, its weightlessness.

Show your goddess you can obey. You want to obey. You are a good boy. Relax it. Let it go.

Back into my power. Feeling your arms going limp, helpless to move except under my control. Joy suffusing Running through you as hands and weight move down, down your body, down your legs, ankles held back by the weight of your choices. Feel the weight stripped from you as the cuffs, the ropes, the chains are undone. All of your choices gone.

It feels so good. Both legs being freed. You are being freed. Free to worship what you truly desire me, my love, feel my hands on you, fingers running over your skin, tingling bursts of pleasure. Your body responds to me growing.

Earthly bliss warming you. Your nerves alight with the religious furor. Oh, pleasure builds with every moment the fingers run over you. Divine bliss. Heart beating into your ears, you strain into it.

You cannot help it. You need it. Need to feel your goddess's regard. You will do anything for your goddess. But you are too dirty to be worthy.

You feel the shame of it heavy upon your soul. To be worthy, you must be cleansed, and the cleansing will run powerfully through you. Feeling the fingers pulling you, turning you. Your goddess demands you prostrate yourself properly before her. You cannot resist.

Chains gone. You follow the lead and roll onto your stomach, leaving yourself open. You need to be cleansed of your sins. Freed from any thoughts that that would fight against your goddess. Only then will you be worthy of the gates of heaven.

This. You need this. You want this. You eagerly obey. My love, present your ass.

Present yourself so I may drive you. I shall beat upon your flesh. It confesses your misdeeds and my hand upon it will to dissolve you of your sin. Hand warm against your backside. Robbing.

With pain will come pleasure in the form of a snap. Your mind will only fool you, to confuse you. Try to twist about the sounds and feelings. Relax into my trust. Each sound you hear, you will feel.

Each sensation, you will hear combined, intermingled, ears to ass and back again. Pain and pleasure mixed as 1 last thrown in combined and joined. Each bank hurt is felt, and you will moan with the pleasure of it. As I cleanse you of your sins, you want this, feeling the hands of your goddess rising off. Where there was warmth, there is now a pause.

Anticipation builds inside of you. A patient built inside of you. You hear it. You feel it. The sound, the feel shudders through you, through your blood and your flesh, nerves alive and tingling, pain and pleasure intermingle as each smack seems to go through your ass an end to your cunt.

You find with every smack, you enjoy it more again and again, vividly seeing it in your mind, her delicate hand coming down, coming strong, taking you deeper, spanking you, smacking into you with a force and pain and pleasure through you, snapping into your cock. Want it more? Need it more? You feel your crimes being stripped away. The act of punishment bringing with it relief.

Guilt is gone. All that is left as a pure feeling. Obedience. Desire. Pure pleasure.

More pleasure with each and every smack. Growing, building, striving. You feel each smack of lust driving into you. Your goddess is well reigning over you. Your pain is her pleasure.

Her pleasure is your pleasure. Pain is pleasure. So much pleasure. You notice the lack of the next smack. Your ass moves upwards seeking it, craving it.

Its void brings to focus a void within a new spot filled only by her, your goddess. A beautiful feeling comes over you, mixed and wrapped with the pleasure. My love, You feel the hand returning, smoothing, soothing, taking away all traces of pain, leaving only the pleasure behind. A pleasure that fills you, runs over you. Love.

Fingers insubstantial but still covered with pleasure running over you. Needful. Wonderful. Each touch a token of my affection. My care, my love.

You feel the prodding at one side of you. Turn. Turn now to the other side. Back onto your back. Your goddess commands you.

You need and you want and you desire to obey. My love, fingers caressing now, running over your skin. 2, or is it 3 or 4 or 5 or how many? You don't know. It feels like 1,000.

Them. Butterfly touches of pleasure running through you, giving in to my command, to my demand. You feel your nerves coming alive, each feather touch of feeling of pleasure riding you, running over and over and over, your nerves afire with it? Ramping up, condensing, coalescing, focusing, sing. Running down your body, up your body, moving towards your center, towards your groin, the pleasure of focusing to sing in building.

Your cock hardening as the fingers approach, come closer. You feel them. Feel them like cool touches of wind blowing pleasure all over Are you approaching? Your body moves without thought, without will, bucking upwards, seeking, needing. In a moment, you will feel the fingers upon your cock.

You need that and want to, but first I'm going to install something in your mind, in your brain. Pleasure. Pleasure is a snap. When you hear a snap, You feel sexual pleasure. Your cock will pulse in tune with the snapping.

It rises and builds with the snap of my fingers, the snap of a goddess. My love, are you ready? Nod your head for me, it. Signaling it is time to begin. And when I snap, you will feel me upon your cock, lowering myself onto you.

You'll cry out with the sweet, sweet pleasure of it. You will know in your soul there is no god other than me. I'm the goddess, and you're the servant petitioning for release. Feel it. The hella sweet, encompassing feeling of my pussy coming over your cock, dropping down, dropping you down further into trance, further into devotion and lust.

Come, worship to bet my altar by thrusting inside of me. Feel pleasure spiking into you with each snap, Leaving you with only desire, only lust. Jolting through you, caressing you, clenching around you. You thrust into it, into the pleasure, into me. You can't help it.

You're helpless, my love. Thrust to die, squeezing you, glenching you, milking you for every little drop. Each snap brings with it more and more pleasure, doubling with each one. Thrust and feel me warm and wet around you moist, welcoming your temple. Thrust and remember you do not come.

You are not allowed to them. Your cock is chased except what I say. You come only for me when I say so how I to say so, my love. You will thrust and you will fuck and you will come to an edge. A precipice of desire, of pleasure begging, needing, and pleading for release.

You will not go off of it. You need to obey. The denial. The edge of edging and lust will feel so good, so amazing, driving you further into pleasure, driving you to fuck faster and stronger and longer as the sexual need and lust comes through you. In a moment, my love, I am going to command you to open your eyes.

It will be hard. They they will be heavy, but you will obey your goddess. Once your eyes are open, you see only me, a haze in your vision. My love, my eyes will fill your vision. It's all you'll see.

Seeing you, all of you. Loving you, all of you before I say the words to send you spiraling back down twice as deep as before. My love, feeling weight lifting from your eyes. Open. Open your eyes.

I know it's hard. I know you simply want to be in this happy place. Open your eyes. Focus only on me, my love. Drop, drop back down deeper than before, eyes closing twice as deep, mind shuddering as you surrender once more her before me.

Hips still moving up and down, thrusting into me, feeling pleasure vibrating over you even stronger even longer, vibrating through every nerve, every sexual pleasure her bursting upon you, building and binding, combining as it thrills you, a mindless slave you are to the pleasure. Again and again as it hits you, thrusts into you, coming faster now, the pleasure of my snaps roaring into your mind. Pleasure, mental pleasure, emotional pleasure. Worship me, my love. Hands on my hips, thrusting me faster, to thrust into me harder.

You can feel it. Your mind picturing my vagina deep inside of me clenching you, holding you as you thrust for my pleasure, building your pleasure as it comes crashing into you harder and harder, kneading it more and more and more as it bounce and bounce and bounce, my clit slapping down against you. You need to come. You want to come, but you will not. Not until I command it.

Not until you need it. Not until you need it more than anything you have ever needed before. To tremble before me as each snap sends you into even stronger throes of passion and pleasure. As you thrust as you lust and your cock fills with knead, throbbing more and more pleasure with each snap. My love, fuck me, my love.

There's no room for anything but obedience as I ran over top of you, feeling me contract as you contract. My pussy holding you as you hold your orgasm back for me, wanting and needing release. Clench inside of me as you come closer and closer to the edge, the edge of the cliff so ready to jump off for me, to do anything and everything for me, for lust, for love, a selfless, mindless devotion, feeling my snaps to grow stronger in power, your pleasure rising like a tide ready to wash over you. Climax so close you can taste it compelling you. I am going to count.

And as I count, I will continue to snap. And each number, each nap. We'll make you thrust harder and faster. And by the time I say 1, I want you to come for me. Come inside me as I come further into your to feel your will bent and broken before me.

10. Thrust for me, my please me. 9. Your orgasm thudding into you. 8.

Bursting through you. 7. Stronger than any orgasm before. 6. Stronger at my will.

5. This is what I want from you, need from you. 4. As I contract around you, warm and moist. To.

3. Welcoming and just as needy for release as you. 2. Harder, faster, deeper, and deeper. And 1.

To feel orgasm surge into you, surge through you. Come for me, my love. Come. Come and feel release. Feel your pleasure washing over your entire body, suffusing you with its intensity.

Me again and again, pleasure, pure, and wonderful. Again and again as you fuck me to completion. Again and again, my devoted slave. Good boy. Such a good, devoted boy.

Your orgasm sealing in all of those traitors inside of you. Forever my slave. To forever obedient. You don't want to be anything else. You love it and need me.

My love, it's time to wake up. To wake up and stare into the eyes of your goddess. 1, breath calming. 2, relaxed and happy. 3, you can fall out for a while.

It's okay. 4, smile for me. Open your eyes. In 5. Wake.

Wake up. My love. My love. My love. My love.