Natalie Dormer. https://www.snapchat.com/add/gentlemanboners
Ah, Natalie. I’m sure you’ve seen the pictures of her with that smirk of hers, that damn irresistible smirk. One of nature’s dommes, just looking at her you know she has countless men and women on their knees, begging to be allowed to pleasure her–and that smirk tells the world that she knows it, too.
She’s not smirking now.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not one of those assholes who thinks women are naturally more subservient than men. And I know for some people that’s a kink rather than a belief, and I’m fine with that, but that’s not me, either.
The problem is that every time I see that goddamn smirk I want Natalie Dormer to punch me in the face and ride me, to call me a worthless toy, to hurt and degrade and dominate me. It’s like her superpower is bringing out my latent submissive side.
I need her to take me, use me, to smirk that smirk while she bends me to her will. But I LIKE being a dom. I like having a harem of hypnotized slaves who will obey my every whim, I like my bimbos and my cumslut nerdgirls and my sexy maids.
So what’s a hypnodom to do? Well, when all you have is a hammer…
Natalie’s been getting quite an education today courtesy of the spiral and the subliminals playing across the screen I put her in front of. Or really, more like the opposite of an education. Soon, she’ll be blank and empty enough for the headphones to go on, and by morning she’ll be the new and improved Natalie.
She’ll still have that smirk, when I remind her about it. And when I do, she’ll be the perfect domme, fierce, passionate, loving. And then when I remind her of the spiral, she’ll be the perfect little fuckpet, my kitten, toy, plaything, slave.
My finest work. She’s going to be everything I want her to be, whenever I want it.