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 The slave story of hypnosis I decided to post here the story my slave wrote me after he unloaded my hypnosis. Of course I don't want to make anyone a chicken because I prefer to use my slaves forever. Also, unlike the woman in the story, I am confident that my hypnosis works, and most importantly, I have many hypnosis victims, but I don't want many of them, I just choose them. But I think this story shows how powerful the subject of hypnosis is in the BDSM field. The slave story goes like this: Delivered by hypnosis hypnosis! It was a very interesting fantasy for him. What would he be like if he allowed himself to be hypnotized by a domineering and possibly sadistic woman? What power does it have? The thought terrified him and excited him enormously. Voluntary surrender and resulting suffering I'm going to do a full check. A plaything of his sadistic imagination. As long as he liked it—perhaps for hours—there was nothing he could do about it. It was pure eroticism that mad...

 A slave to money with a slave contract I am writing this because I know many money slaves have read my slave story here on Lady Decadence and I am a money slave and not Lady Decadence. Perhaps you, Mrs. Decadence, will be a little more generous than the one making the money. But perhaps being ruthless is also the essence of mastery of money. But in turn: I was sitting in an online chat room for money slaves and masters. I've been there many times, but I've never experienced a party like this. I especially liked a money owner. For the sake of simplicity, let's call her Mrs. Perhaps it was her cold and insensitive attitude that provoked me, or perhaps Miss Payfix's arrogance showed how much she despised people like me. The more he told me how pitiful my salary was and how I was going to waste money because I thought it would get me closer to him, the more I wanted to spend on him. It was magical! In one hour I voluntarily gave him 200 euros! She gave me a toll-free numbe...

  Slavery Tales: Hot Phone Sex I felt empty and worthless again. I am obedient by nature and haven't had an owner for a long time. Anyone who has served as a slave, like I have, knows how huge the void is when a relationship ends. I lacked leadership. I miss sending. So while surfing the internet I found a dominatrix that I liked. I liked what I saw visually, as well as what I saw in his photos and text. Over the next few days, I ended up meeting an online dominatrix who also offered female sex over the phone. I pulled out my phone several times, but I didn't dare. On a Sunday almost three years ago, the moment came. The passion for slavery knew no bounds and we sang sex songs from his home page. I was so excited that I forgot everything I wanted to say to him, so I was about to hang up again when I heard a dark and very erotic voice. He introduced himself. My heart stopped beating. "I'm Jurgen. I'm a slave." I said, completely embarrassed, and today I can...

  foot fetish - waitress It had been a long night and it was past 1pm when the tired waiter sat down on the couch. He sat behind the counter for hours. My legs hurt now. It was delightful to see her shoes off and her nylon legs painted a subtle red. I love the nylon legs. Especially when you're drenched in sweat. The smell of his feet turns me on and I want to crawl under his feet and press my face with his feet. Some people might think smelly feet are smelly, but I like smelly feet. I sat on the bar stool, watching him rub his fingers, and I became anxious. I was nervous and my jeans were tight. He noticed my anxiety and my eyes lingered on his legs, moving them specifically to me, tilting my head and smiling. Here is my imagination: The waitress said goodbye to me with a gesture I couldn't stand. Anyway, her sexy and feminine legs mesmerized me. He asked me to sit across from him, so I did. Then she spread her legs and placed her nylon legs on my knees. He didn't lack sol...

  demonstration The feminization to become a TV girl went on for months. Every week the slave comes as a TV girl to her handsome master who trains her to be a real servant and not a real wife. Slave realized early on that he had something special as he was more interested in beautiful women's clothes than football, computer games and cars. She loved browsing the women's section of department stores and seeing frilly dresses and pink tops with pearls. As a teenager, things took a turn for the worse when she began secretly testing her mother's makeup and stealing nails to try them on. He wasn't gay because he liked to kiss girls, but his favorite thing was to wear his other girlfriends clothes when he wasn't at home. He didn't dare tell any of them about his passion. What would he say if he looked like a man dressed as a woman? After living alone for a while, she started shopping for women's clothes. The first lingerie was hidden in a box in the attic. Then sh...

 erotic hypnosis As always, slave Olaf arrives at the femdom studio in time for the session. This is my fourth visit here. But today she experiences a special BDSM session while a hypno dominatrix takes care of her. Last week he explained to her what happens during erotic hypnosis and how it works. Well prepared and interested, she enters the clinically sterile looking studio room. Only a long chair awaits him in a dark, empty white room. No closet, no BDSM accessories. He will be surprised. A mesmerized dominatrix enters the room wearing a long leather dress and asks her to relax on a chaise longue. He sat down on the chair next to the couch. His specialty is erotic hypnosis for men, specifically orgasm control through hypnosis. Olaf has never been under slave hypnosis before, but he is ready to participate in this new erotic hypnosis experience. The hypnotized dominatrix begins to speak in a soft voice, which immediately relaxes slave Olaf. He still thinks this is called Judo. In...

Looking back, I don't remember how this hairdresser cut my long hair, but it did. My erotic hairstyle: When I first entered the hair salon, I didn't know which hair salon I would go to. I actually wanted to wash my hair and trim some of the ends. As I walked past the hair salon, I casually asked if I could wash and trim the ends of my hair. They immediately said yes. In retrospect, that should have given me pause. I loved my long hair and kept it, although it required constant effort. Many women liked my long hair and I also liked it when I combed my long hair. Men with long hair often look soft. I'm definitely not macho, but I'm not soft either. I think it's a bit more difficult, at least during sex. This can be the reason for a haircut session to cut long hair. I haven't had sex in weeks! Sonia called me when the receptionist saw me in the salon. Suddenly I heard a whisper between the sexy barbers and at that moment I couldn't put it down. I liked the barb...

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