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Erotic Hypnosis Phone Sex

I will let you know that when you call me for erotic hypnosis phone sex, you will find yourself completely helpless to resist and must submit to me. Your entire concern and goal will be to please and fulfill my requests. There’s nothing else you can think about once you hear my sweet, soothing voice. You will hang on to everything I say, and I’m eager to listen to my subsequent request of you. You will voluntarily turn over your credit card and ask me to spend as much money as I want as long as it makes me happy now I have you under my hypnotic phone sex spell. Should I instruct you to undress and enter your backyard, and you will continue to jerk your cock until I order you to stop. You will be too pleased to confess all of your dirty sins to me if I ask you to so I can use them against you later on as blackmail. I may advise you to break up with your wife because I am the only lady you will ever be able to love for the rest of your life. I like to make you completely surrender to my every desire, not because I genuinely want your affection. Even if everything goes wrong, you won’t know what you’ve done until I lift my eyes because you’ll be so consumed with trying to please me in every way. You will not even be aware of what you have done until I break the spell. It will be too late by then. Perhaps I won’t break my spell on you. I could like having that kind of grip over you; you’ll be my toy until I get tired of it and tell you to stop calling me for phone sex under hypnosis. It all depends on how much fun we have together. Will you be brave enough to give hypnosis phone sex a try by getting in touch with me?

Savannah Steele

 

Erotic Hypnosis Phone Sex

Listen closely; I don’t repeat myself. When you dial my number for erotic hypnosis phone sex, you’re not just making a call—you’re signing away your free will. The moment my voice, smooth as aged bourbon and just as intoxicating, slides through your receiver, your mind will become my playground. Your pathetic little concerns will evaporate, replaced by a singular, burning purpose: my satisfaction. You’ll hang on my every syllable like a desperate man clings to a lifeline, and your only thought will be anticipating my next command.

You will give me what I want. You’ll hand over that plastic rectangle in your wallet with trembling hands, practically begging me to drain your accounts dry. Your money looks better on me anyway, and your suffering to provide it will amuse me. Consider it the first tribute in your new religion: me.

I have you completely under my control. I’ll test your obedience. I’ll make you stand naked in your own backyard at midnight, your cock hard and aching in the cool air as you stroke it exactly how I command, stopping only when I grant permission. You so desperate to please me that you’ll confess every dark secret, every shameful fantasy, every hidden weakness. I’ll collect them like precious gems, each one another weapon I can use to own you completely.

I might even make you tell your wife it’s over. How could you go back to plain vanilla when you’ve tasted the exquisite torment of serving me? I don’t want your love, darling. I want your wallet, your obedience, and your complete and utter surrender.

The most delicious part? You will be so consumed by your desperate need to please me that you won’t even realize the depths of your submission until I decide to lift the veil. It will be far too late. You’ll have already ruined yourself for me, and I’ll have already taken what I wanted. I’ll never lift the veil at all. I’ll leave you in this blissful haze, my perfect little puppet, my personal ATM, until I grow bored and cut your strings.

The choice, my dear, was never really yours to make. But calling me? That’s all you. So the real question is: are you ready to be mine?

Savannah Steele