[F4M] Triggering Reinforcement JOI [Hypnosis][JOI][Affectionate][Fdom][Triggers][Brainwashing][Good boy]

Welcome back. It's so good to take a moment and ensure that no buzzes from your phone will disturb our time together. And it's best if the room you we're in. It's a bit dark and very quiet. You can pause if you need to and come back to me when you're sure or we won't be interrupted.

Now, in our session today, we we are going to go over some familiar triggers. We'll start with hypnotic triggers that shock your mind and drop you to moment. Stretch out while breathing in, all dead for a sec. Just breathe good. Letting go and relaxing.

It's good to get the blood circulating for your entranced body isn't moving for a little bit. It can sometimes be like an almost paralyzed state. Your by knowing it could move. The capability is there. And yet even when mentally instructed.

Another part of the brain will just say no because I've told you no, and you will be so deeply for me that your body only obeys my commands, not yours. It'll Least it fun for me. And because you are here to listen, to obey, to have my will overpower your will. I think you will …

Welcome back. It's so good to take a moment and ensure that no buzzes from your phone will disturb our time together. And it's best if the room you we're in. It's a bit dark and very quiet. You can pause if you need to and come back to me when you're sure or we won't be interrupted.

Now, in our session today, we we are going to go over some familiar triggers. We'll start with hypnotic triggers that shock your mind and drop you to moment. Stretch out while breathing in, all dead for a sec. Just breathe good. Letting go and relaxing.

It's good to get the blood circulating for your entranced body isn't moving for a little bit. It can sometimes be like an almost paralyzed state. Your by knowing it could move. The capability is there. And yet even when mentally instructed.

Another part of the brain will just say no because I've told you no, and you will be so deeply for me that your body only obeys my commands, not yours. It'll Least it fun for me. And because you are here to listen, to obey, to have my will overpower your will. I think you will have fun too. You simply you won't be able to help yourself.

It's not an unpleasant thing. In fact, It will be very pleasant, very relaxing to just surrender over to me for little bit. Rest your awareness in my hands, in my voice. Render yourself to my very simple purpose. To have a bit of fun, and to put your mind into a wonderful subspace.

But first, I'd I'd like to have you stretch a bit more for me. Go on. I'll even instruct you on the best way to do Let's start with your feet and your legs. I want you to breathe in as you here for your stretch, then breathe out as you bend into it, continuing to breathe Steadily in and out as you hold your feet and legs stretched out. And releasing.

As you release your legs, you let them fall, you let them go limp. In Inhaling as you move to the next stretch. Your arms, your hands, extending them outwards, good, and feeling your body uncompressing. And exhaling again as you Push deeper into it. Push deeper into a calm state of being, putting yourself in my hands, my control, my voice.

So good as you relax. Now just wiggle the rest of your bed, Stretching out as you breathe in and out. Perfect. Just laying back. Spread your legs a little, and Relax your arms at your side.

That's it. Relax. Your lot is circulating very nicely now, allowing your body to settle so much more perfectly and comfortably. Hips and whole body shimmying a bit to just create that warm, cushiony feeling. You follow directions so well.

Did Did you know that? Well, you do. And that's what makes our time together so very special. Your ability to simply follow and obey my will. My commands, my voice, it it makes you the perfect hypnotic subject and so very fun to play with.

Now just breathe in for me. Nice and deep, letting any tension just I good. Breathing out and just focusing on my voice, let my voice become from your entire awareness. Breathe in, and as you do, start to feel your body relaxing. Relaxing so deeply that each individual body part starts to good.

And when you hear that word, limp, I want you to see the body part I am mentioning going completely good. Like a wet noodle, just too relaxed to even move. And with it, a part of your mind blanking out, to ring over your brain's power over that muscle, that limb, surrendering all ability to move it over to me. Too heavy, too sleepy, to even think of moving it without the motivation of my instruction. As you breathe in and you relax, and you Breathe out, and you feel your feet going limp.

You breathe in, and You relax. You breathe out and you feel the muscles in your legs going completely limp. It's a nice warm feeling, being stroked by my voice as this feeling goes up your goes up your legs and into your hips, feeling your ass and your belly going limp. You breathe in, and you feel your mind quieting further. Breathe Feel your chest loosening.

Shoulders rolling back and going limp. Breathing in, mind slipping back into a gentle pool less tranquility. Exhale as your only important focus is my voice. Breathing in as your arms, your hands tighten for a moment. One Last resistance.

Breathing out as they go limp, and your mind Letting and go. Fully into my voice and my instructions, blanking more and more with every breath in, going deeper and deeper into the pureness of your blank good mind with every breath out until only from your is able to move. Roll it around a little. Go on. Roll your head and stretch your back from one side and then to the other, breathing so deeply, good deeply as you feel your neck go limp at my words.

Your head go limp, good. Heavy and sleepy and unable to move. Islets heavy now as your breathing stays regulated, stays nice and deep. Limp is your first lesson. Your whole body, nice and limp for me.

Your eyes feeling heavy. Blinking. Blinking. Falling. Falling heavy as they close limp and seal shut.

Your Your only sight now is what's in your head, and perhaps you can even picture my voice and my eyes in a visual form for you. Now it's true enough that if anything were to startle you or if I were to do good untrustworthy that the hidden observer in your mind did not like. You would be able to snap right good. Long as you do not move. You are obeying me, and you are being a good boy.

You find it so easy to just listen. Just focus on my words. You will find there is a peacefulness in your following my words, in letting my voice guide your mind and string along thoughts. Find that feeling, that feeling of being a good boy. When you obey, when you listen, you are a good boy, and knowing you are a good boy, truly feeling that warm and wonderful sensation of being submissive, feeling miss Ed.

Feeling dominated even in a gentle and caring way, even and affectionate. It feels wonderful. And the wonderful, even pleasurable feeling, in the submissive need being filled by your actions, where my reactions to them is intensified by the words, intensified by hearing me acknowledge who you are to me, my good boy. It sends a bit of a shiver for running down you, doesn't it? Pleasure, not sexual, though it can be in its own kinky way, the truly wonderful and pure pleasure, the beginning of an entry to subspace, a Truly magical world where I rule, and you simply submit.

There is so much hour in submitting. So much is caught up in letting your control go, giving this gift to me. And I don't just accept it. I take it from you. Take that heavy weight, and That's what you really want, don't you?

I know you do. Good boy. You I like hearing it. Those 2 words are true art in your mind. You wash up at the warmth that them bask in the glow as every time I say good boy, every time I acknowledge just how useful and special hard.

You feel a spike of happiness, of contentment, your desire to serve that it always lays buried dormant inside of you, springing up to the surface to bask in the glow with my approval, and it feels good. Good boy. My good boy, you Always have been a good boy, haven't you? How about in school, that 1 class, that 1 teacher who you were practically the pet for. I want you to remember those feelings, that sense of accomplishment good on the fulfillment of a project, the acknowledgement that you'd done well.

Because you were about to come into My little classroom, and I am about to be your favorite instructor. And every time you learn a lesson relief for me. I will reward you with acknowledgment, with a good boy that sends your eyes glaze fluttering to the back of your head in a happy place. Are you ready to be a good boy for me? Say yes, going on.

Go on. Good. Good boy. Right now, you might be feeling the effects of a light trance, a lack of desire to move, a relaxed sleepy feeling, a contentment to just listen while everything else phases out, or Perhaps even a hyperfocusing of your awareness, a sort of tunnel listening where My voice is the only thing that intrudes on your awareness, causes responses in your mind and in your body. All All of these feelings are pleasant.

Pleasant in the way that staying in your bed late into the morning is pleasant. Relaxing. Relaxing, helping you to recharge. And the deeper your mind goes into, the More recharged your body, your mind, and even your emotional state will be when we are done. So our next lesson is all about dropping into trends and going good.

My sweet boy. Sometimes affection is more effective at dropping you into trance than anything else. The tone of my voice changing and warming, lulling your mind into a safe, happy place. You've listened to me before. More.

You know how lovely it is to just follow my words wherever they take you. Whenever I Look. Your mind simply ceases listening to your own thoughts and instead gravitates It's towards mine. It's really that simple. Your empty, blank mind has so much room in it that it's easy for me to add thoughts, new good and even things to it, like a simple chalkboard.

Green. Old. Good. As old as your mind, as old as you are, simply a part of you that's always been there that I'm pulling out to override a bit. This chalkboard represents your mind, represents your memories, represents bull commands to your behavior.

White chalk in a tiny hand with blue Gail's covered in a pattern of spirals. You see my hand moving against the board, and you feel that anticipation patient as your mind prepares to take notes, to take in the knowledge, the way to please me, the tiny worries. The tiny ways to reform yourself to be better. You want to be better for me, my sweet boy. You see the words forming.

Such sweet, sweet words. My sweet boy, underlined. Good. Your focus drawn to them. You can look nowhere else.

My sweet good, my sweet boy, where it's bringing you down into an irresistible and lovely trance. A indeed, wonderful world that I control, just drifting and dropping down when you hear the words. My sweet boy, I am here. I am guiding you. You know that that I will take care of you.

Just lean into me. Let me take care of you, my sweet boy. Feeling yourself being drawn deeper and deeper into your own mind within my control, into to my happy, sleepy subspace, where, like a puppy, you eagerly await my attention, my affection, my commands. It just feels so good, and you really are my sweet good, boy. Everything is just so relaxing and easy when you follow my simple rules, when you Make me so happy.

You make me so happy. You don't Don't even have to think. You just listen to my voice and know what pleases me. It's so easy to just obey. I know that you make me so happy.

When you listen to me. You relax. And the more you listen to me, the the more you relax. It makes sense. And the more you relax, the easier it is to obey, to be a good boy boy for me, my sweet boy.

You make me so happy when you listen like this. You want to good. Boy. You make me so happy when you listen to me. You relax.

And The more you listen to me, the more you relax, it makes sense. And the more you relax, the easier it is to obey, to be a good boy for me, my sweet boy. You want my approval in and trans and out. One of my simple, easy lessons turning you into more More of a slave. More and more of a submissive pet.

This knee, this desire you have, all comes from you being this submissive person. At least sexually. You might have power in your day to good. You might not. But at the end of the day, you love coming home to be Into a submissive headspace to be dominated, controlled, I did.

I'm told you are a good boy. You make me so happy, so happy, letting me be your escape from responsibility and worry. Your only worry is pleasing me, and that is so, so simple. Just be a good boy. Be the best you for me.

Body's still so limp. But your mind So open, so changeable based on my desires. Next lesson. Next to be reinforced so deep inside your mind. The word slave, you.

You are a slave. Good. The word slave grabs your attention the same way your own name does. Like all Love my triggers. It only happens when stated by someone you desire, someone who makes you want to serve and and obey to a dominant female whose very are screams that she is in charge.

When she or me says the word slave, your mind prepares itself. Good. It stills. It readies. It beckons, and you come when called.

It's It's such a good lesson for a good boy and so easily followed with the next Obey. Slave, obey. 2 words So intricately bound together, bound like your mind is bound to my will. You feel All these words wrapping around you, sinking inside of you, a chain disappearing good. Into your skin, covering and owning you.

Slave grabs the attention and brings brings you over, but obey sends your mind and thinking into obedience in a four stated act. Slane, lift your right hand up. Higher. Obey. Hold it for me.

Like a balloon in your hand, it is so easy and irresistible to feel hand, your arm moving up. My puppet, so helpless as your body obeys. It feels only natural, irresistible. It feels good With this simple active obedience, your mind at my direction sends a wave of oxytocin down your nerve endings. Happy, calming, warm sensations of pleasure at being such a good boy for me.

You make me so happy when you obey. Slave, Let your hand go limp now. Obey. See? So very simple.

It's easy to obey me, isn't it, slave? Boy. No. Reinforcement is really all about memory, both mental and muscle memory, so we are going to do something to really reinforce this memory, make it a pleasant escape for you, binding my commands even deeper inside of you. Slave, it's time for a new world, a new trigger, one you don't have to worry about too many people bringing up in casual conversation, though there's still a slight good risk.

But when it's safe to do so, you will feel it. When it's not safe to do so. You'll only feel it a little bit, a controllable bit. That'll just make it a little and more fun. Now looking at the chalkboard, seeing the White letters appear on the green before you, forming letters, forming words.

S good. U c c u l E n t. Succulent. Now, slave, you might be wondering what this has to do with reinforcing your memory of this moment and Installing my triggers even deeper inside of you, just waiting for me to bring them up. It's simple, really.

Succulent is a word that brings to mind juiciness, lushness, good. What else does that describe, my oh also a wonderful student. My pussy, perhaps, are even better. My lips, I want you to pay, so much attention to my lips as I help reinforce things. You're not ever I'm about to forget what I'm about to do to you next, so I suggest you get very comfortable, Even more so than you are already.

Slave, you can move your arms and hands, and I want you to clear anything good. That might get between your hand and your cock. Obey. Get yourself nice and denuded. As for just a few moments, your body is released from being Limp.

Feel released and free your cock for me. Prepare any good or lube that your cock might need. If you have to, just spit in your hand and rub it on your cock. In a moment, that I'm going to say the word succulent again. And when I do, you will feel my lips, my good.

Lush, succulent lips dropping over the tip of your cock, Feeling a nice, wonderful wetness being spread all over your cock. Your Your hands will move over it, but that's not what you will feel. You'll feel my warm breath and my hot mouth covering you, sucking your shaft, down with my tongue. It's so interesting how physical sensations can be so thoroughly co opted by your brain, can changed and rearranged and all, if I say so. Lucky for me, You are a good slave, a good boy, and you will obey this.

Your mind is mine. Prepare your hand and forget about your hand. Every motion of my lips will be replicated by your hand, Your hand unfelt. All you feel is my lips. Ready?

Ready to be a good boy and come for me? Let me control your hand, the hand you consider dominant, the hand that I Dominique, stroking up and down as you hear the words, taking your cock in now as my mouth whispers over top of you. Ready? 5, 4, 32, One succulent. My mouth stroking over top, taking you to know.

Taking you all in. Sucking down hard. Taking kicking you so deep into my warm, moist mouth, pulling out, Pulling up that cold burst of air in contrast to my warm mouth. As my lips slowly glide up your shaft. Down.

So slow right now, so agonizingly slow when All you wanna do is shove yourself inside of me. When I am in control of the tempo and you don't dare shove your hips up, you take Take the tempo you are given because you are a good boy. And Down. And down. No.

Going in, and now you taste so good, my meaty little slave boy slept. My sweet hypnoboy, enthralled and thrown by my mouth. And down. And Turn all so hot on your hard, hard cock. Gliding faster now.

In and out. In And out. Starting to lose resolve. I want you. I wanna Least every bit of you, stroking up and down now.

Up and down. Faster. Sucking good. Harder as you grip harder, as my tongue grips your shaft, suctioning As I'm coming in now, shoulder strokes closer to the tip, making it so hard for you to hold back, and, baby, You don't have to hold back, but if you come for me, you are admitting that I own you, admitting that you will Remember, my takers, that when I say the words, you will obey. It is a contract between us safe, In and out.

In and out. Just taking your In and out. I wanna taste you. Let me taste you. Come so very hard for me.

Surrender to me. Submit to my desires. Make me so happy, my good boy, as the strokes come faster, or shorter. Just the tip now, stroking so fast over your tip and an inch beneath where you were so So fucking sensitive, so fucking needy, so fucking raw for the attention of my tongue and lips as they take you in In and out. In and out.

Suctioning, sucking, blowing as I pull out to your cock feels good. Used and abused so fucking good. Mhmm. Spikes of pleasure flooding you, washing over you, Pleasure flooding you, washing over you, stroking every nerve in your body, making you feel alive as your cock screams comes out in pleasure for me, bursts out in orgasmic delight for me, erupt for me, and come, Come. Obey me, you dirty slut, my filthy, hypno whore.

I want every Last. Drop. Give it to me. Come. Yummy.

Good boy. You make me so happy. Now limp. I want your entire body limp. Don't worry about the mess.

You can clean that up in a moment. Just feel your arms, your hands, even your cock going good. Limp, helpless, just surfing along in your afterglow. Let the have to gloss in all of my commands. So much deeper inside of to you.

When you hear my sweet boy, you drift. You drop into sweet, submissive transfer When I say good boy, it makes you feel so warm and good. You make me so happy making you feel warm and good and so eager to earn more of my praise. Slave being who you are, the words so easily calling to you, beckoning you, waiting for the next bit, the important bit for you to obey all of my commands, all of my wishes, irresistible. Why resist when you don't want to resist.

You want pleasure, the pleasure I can give you, a happy spacey headspace of submission. Submit to me, and you will feel it again and again, good. Binding as my words bind themselves inside of you. You don't even have to think. You just listen to my voice and know what pleases me.

It's so easy to just obey and to know that you make me happy, and it feels so good. When you listen to me, to you. You relax, and the more you listen to me, the more you relax. It makes sense, and the more you relax, the easier it is to obey. To be a good boy for me, my sweet boy.

My wonderful, perfect little hypnoboy. You've done and very well today, but like all good things, it must come to an end for a bit. You do have a mess to clean up after all. So on 3, you will good. Feeling so excited at your progress and your submission and so ready to go be productive and get things done so You can come back to my voice and my commands.

1, you will remember everything, to say, but especially the pleasure. 2, you will still feel so much pleasure, so So much warmth. 3. Slave. You will wake up.

Obey. May you go. Good boy. Just wake up nice and gentle for me. There's not really any rush for you to move them out, nothing immediate.

Right Now you can just relax, and crown up next to me. Just think as if it was a rainy day, day, and there's a bit of a chill, and all you wanna do is sit by the fire on a fake bearskin and rude, feeling your naked flesh just rubbing against the fur, My arm wrapped around you, keeping you warm. Just like the blanket covering both her shoulders, our shared body heat. Just curling into that cuddle, and just relaxing. For as long as you need, until you're ready to go to go out and face the world again.

There really is no rush, though. I'll be here as long as you need me.