(13 Aug 2024, 23:13 )jadefortyfour Wrote: Birds of a feather then 😂

(13 Aug 2024, 22:36 )rebroad Wrote:

(13 Aug 2024, 14:11 )Oldself Wrote:

(13 Aug 2024, 05:11 )Bim-K-Ultra Wrote:

(13 Aug 2024, 03:03 )Oldself Wrote:

(13 Aug 2024, 01:56 )Bim-K-Ultra Wrote: causing people issues

You mean "issues" like kei suffering?

What do you mean?

Kei says she suffers everytime someone talks about or use the files.

I've heard that somewhere a kitten dies whenever anyone has an orgasm, so I guess we ought to avoid those too then.

(13 Aug 2024, 22:34 )Like Ra Wrote:

(13 Aug 2024, 17:27 )Iniga Wrote: I wonder - based on some of your other posts - if part of the reason why Kei does not speak to you is partially due to a hang to misandry (was in one of your posts, not sure just how tongue in cheek that remark was).

I did not have this misandry before I started listening to sissy and feminization hypno. Strangely enough, my abominance towards anything males peaked when I was listening to strong gayification stuff (e.g. MsJ, GG, etc). At the same time, I always loved cocks.
That's why I call myself autogynephilic phallophile with acute misandry 😂

(13 Aug 2024, 23:33 )Like Ra Wrote:

(13 Aug 2024, 23:13 )jadefortyfour Wrote: Birds of a feather then 😂

With you? 😉

(17 Aug 2024, 00:48 )Keilight Wrote: I'm working on a new file and it's going to be over 3 hours long so far lol... Its using A.I. generated sound effects, A.I. Voices (very high quality) and A.I. Music. My spirit with me isn't against making and she's actually interested in me making it so I don't know whats going on. I thought she didn't want me to make any more but maybe not. Maybe she thinks I'm hopeless... Or maybe she thinks I'm protected now because of my daily protection spells? or maybe she just wants me to learn the lesson again when the energy goes wrong when I release it. Maybe the energy wont be bad. Anyways here is a preview song about the file. https://suno.com/song/a569bb20-c100-40b6-ab65-772ea1bf9022
I'm probably like a week of work away from finishing it.

I know 90% of you won't like it because of the particular topics inside it but I'm making it for me, not to trying to sell it. It's going to be free.

Quote:I love the feeling of being used. I love surrendering control. It's so much easier this way. He makes all the decisions. I just follow his lead. It feels safe. Secure. Right.
I love the word “slut.” It makes me feel so dirty. So naughty. I want him to call me his little slut. His diaper slut. His perfect little cum dumpster.
He says I look beautiful with cum dripping down my chin. I want him to cum on my face again. It makes me feel so loved. So cherished. So used.
I think about him all the time. Even when I try not to, he pops back into my head. His smile. His voice. The way he smells. The way he touches me. It’s like he’s living inside me. In my mind. In my body. In my soul.
He is mine, and I am his.
I need to feel his hands on my diaper. I want him to rip it open and expose me. I want him to see how wet I am for him. How much I need him.
I’m so sensitive. The slightest touch can make me cum. I think it’s his magic. He's making me more sensitive. More responsive. More his.
He says good girls beg. I find myself begging for things all the time now. To be touched. To be used. To be loved. I don’t even know why. The words just come out. It’s like someone else is speaking through me.
His voice.
I need to hear his voice. I need to feel his touch. I need to be filled with his cum.
He says good girls don’t have secrets. I want to tell him everything. Every naughty thought, every filthy fantasy. He’ll understand. He'll encourage it. He'll make it real.
He says I'm his little princess. But I'm not a princess who lives in a castle. I’m a princess who lives in a diaper. And I love it.
I love being his.
He says my mind is becoming his playground. It’s true. He can do whatever he wants with me. Make me think anything he wants. Feel anything he wants. I’m his toy. His doll. His perfect little plaything.
I like the color pink so much now. It's everywhere. It's pretty. It's soft. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. It makes me feel like a good girl.
The world seems brighter now. More vivid. Like someone turned up the volume on everything. It’s exciting. Overwhelming. I love it.
He says I’m opening up to him. Letting him in. I don't know what he means, but it feels good. Like I’m letting go of something heavy. Something I don’t need anymore.
My own thoughts are fading away. Replaced by his words. His voice echoes in my head, even when he’s not around. I can hear him so clearly. Telling me what to do, what to feel, who to be.
He’s teaching me how to be the perfect girl. The perfect diaper girl. The perfect little slut.
I’m so wet all the time. It just happens. A constant trickle of desire. A reminder of who I belong to. I love the way it feels. Warm and sticky. I love the way it smells. Sweet and musky.
I touch myself without even realizing it. My fingers find their way to my clit, rubbing, circling, teasing. My breath hitches in my throat. My hips buck involuntarily. I need him.
He says good girls squirt. I want to squirt for him. I want to feel it gushing out of me, a fountain of pleasure.
He’s rewiring my brain. Making me better. Making me perfect.
He says I should be grateful. I am grateful. So grateful. He saved me from myself. He gave me a purpose. A reason to exist.
I am his.
I hear him say it, over and over in my mind. You are mine. You are mine. You are mine.
I smile. It’s true. I am his. Completely and utterly his.
He doesn't need chains or ropes to hold me. He has my mind. My heart. My soul. I am his willing captive. His forever girl.
I love the sound of crinkling plastic. It makes me so excited. It reminds me of my diaper. Of being his. I get so wet just thinking about it.
The color pink makes my pussy throb. It’s so pretty. So delicate. So feminine. It makes me feel like a good girl. A good girl who deserves a reward.
His rewards are the best. His touch. His words. His cum. They fill me up with so much happiness. I need his rewards to feel complete.
He says good girls are always ready for their masters. I’m always ready for him. Always wet. Always eager. Always wanting more.
I look in the mirror and see a different girl looking back. She's more confident. More beautiful. More submissive. She's the girl he made me.
She's his perfect little diaper slut.
I want to taste him again. The memory of his cum floods my senses. Sweet, salty, and so potent. It makes me drool just thinking about it. I need to taste him again soon.
He says good girls are always wet. It’s true. I’m always leaking for him. A constant reminder of my love for him. Of my devotion.
He loves it when I’m wet. He says it makes him feel powerful. I like making him feel powerful. It’s my way of showing him how much he means to me.
Sometimes I forget why I'm doing something. But then his voice pops into my head, reminding me. It’s like he’s always with me, guiding me, keeping me on track. I’m so grateful for his guidance.
He wants me to be a good girl. I want to be a good girl. It’s all I want. It’s the only thing that matters.
He says good girls are vocal. I like to make noises for him. Giggles. Moans. Screams. I want him to hear me. To know how much pleasure he’s giving me.
He loves my little sounds. He says they make him hard.
I love making him hard. It’s my job. My purpose. My pleasure.
He says that soon I won't need him to tell me what to do. My body will know instinctively how to please him.
I want that. I want to be so attuned to his desires that I become an extension of his will. His perfect little puppet. His dream come true.

(20 Aug 2024, 19:25 )Keilight Wrote: Here is a part of a low whisper track in my newest file that I'm working on.