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>>83909

Ha missed the last one, thanks for your work. No results yet.

still looking for jackstock's limpify if anyone has it <3

Do you have Eternal limpness 2?

>>85953

seconding this, and also the 2023 version

Bump

>>85968

Bump

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Here’s a nice poem :). Ifs a clip description turned into a poem by ChatGPT. Is there a ChatGPT thread? As if not there should be.

The Maggot

You know just what a maggot you are.

How unworthy, undeserving, pathetic,

Your existence a stain, your essence a shadow

Of what a man should be.

Today, I carve this truth into your marrow,

Drive it deep into your worm-rot soul.

A jerk addict, lost in your own filth,

I, your judge, shall do the world a favor.

You don’t deserve to procreate.

The very idea, a blasphemy, a curse.

You, perform? You, deceive a woman?

A grotesque farce.

Here, your reverse chastity,

No lock for you, too simple, too sweet.

Instead, let this memory haunt your lust,

Each time intimacy’s shadow flirts with you.

Fooled some poor wretch into giving you her number?

Return home, drain those loathsome balls.

A pity date arranged by fate?

Jerk yourself barren, render yourself useless,

Empty for the rest of the night.

Drain yourself to me,

My dominion over your frail flesh,

My command over your feeble desire,

Over and over and over again.

The lace, the leather, the fishnets, the command—

My image seared into your mind,

A torment, a siren, an unending demand.

The tease and the denial, the control, the humiliation—

A poem of power, your undoing in every word.

My superiority, your inferiority,

Echoed in every desperate gasp,

Every futile stroke.

You, a maggot, a pathetic, trembling maggot.

Let the games begin—

And let them never end.

Inspired by Dark 千尺乇ㄚ卂:

The Disastrous Hookup in Barcelona

It was supposed to be just another casual meetup, the kind that had become routine between Emma and me. We had agreed on a friends-with-benefits arrangement a few months back, and it had worked perfectly so far. No strings attached, just fun and mutual satisfaction. This time, we were in Barcelona, a city that breathed romance and excitement, but our evening was about to take a turn neither of us expected.

I arrived at Emma’s chic apartment with a bottle of wine and a hopeful heart. She greeted me with a warm smile and a hug, the kind of embrace that made my worries melt away. Her place was an artist’s haven, filled with vibrant paintings and eclectic sculptures, a testament to her creative spirit. We settled on the couch, chatting and sipping wine, the atmosphere charged with the familiar anticipation of what was to come.

After a while, Emma leaned in, her lips brushing against mine, and the kiss quickly turned passionate. We moved to the bedroom, shedding clothes and inhibitions. But as soon as Emma pulled down her panties and I saw her pussy, a sudden, deliberate thought crashed into my mind: “Pussy makes my cock go limp.”

I had sought out this mantra, found it thrilling in a strange, masochistic way. The powerlessness it evoked in me was both terrifying and exhilarating. There was another layer to this as well: I didn’t entirely trust Emma. There had been moments, little red flags, things she said or did that made me wary. Sabotaging our sex life was my way of taking control, ensuring I couldn’t be manipulated or hurt.

Emma’s body was a work of art, her skin smooth and inviting, the curves of her hips leading my eyes down to the most perfect shaved pussy imaginable. The sight of it, nestled between her thighs, was mesmerizing. Her labia were pink and delicate, slightly parted, and glistening with anticipation. The smell was intoxicating, a mix of her natural musk and the faintest hint of floral body wash. I could feel my mouth watering at the thought of tasting her, the sweet and salty blend of her essence that I had come to crave.

But the mantra echoed in my mind: “Pussy makes my cock go limp,” louder and more oppressive with each passing second.

When I first felt her pussy with my fingers, the mantra repeated itself: “Pussy makes my cock go limp.” The softness of her skin, the warmth of her folds, it all seemed to echo the same damning phrase. My cock began to lose its firmness, and a wave of frustration washed over me, mixed with the dark thrill of my masochistic pleasure and the knowledge that this was my way of protecting myself.

Despite my best efforts, my body continued to betray me. I tried to ignore the mantra, but as I got closer and smelled her clean, delicate scent, it hit me again: “Pussy makes my cock go limp.” The intoxicating aroma that usually drove me wild now seemed to mock my impotence, yet the power of the mantra over me was strangely satisfying.

I leaned in, determined to taste her and override the mantra. My tongue traced her folds, savoring the sweet and salty mix of her essence. But even as I lavished attention on her, the mantra grew louder: “Pussy makes my cock go limp.” Despite my desire, my cock remained stubbornly flaccid, the thrill of my submissive state heightening the experience.

Frustration turned to desperation. I tried pressing the limp head of my penis into her, hoping the physical act might break the spell. But as soon as I felt the warmth of her entrance, the mantra screamed in my mind: “Pussy makes my cock go limp.” My cock shriveled further into my body, retreating from the pleasure I sought.

Beta Training 101: A Hilarious Tale of College Life

In the vibrant, chaotic world of Northwood College, there was a peculiar freshman named Jake. Known for his awkward encounters and a penchant for finding himself in embarrassing situations, Jake was the classic lovable loser. Life took a turn for the weird one fateful evening when he met Emily, a mischievous 20-year-old psychology major with a devious plan.

Emily was determined to use her knowledge to conduct a unique social experiment, and Jake was the perfect subject. With a twinkle in her eye and a sinister grin, she concocted a plan to plant triggers in Jake’s mind, turning him away from nudity and mesmerizing him into being completely disgusted by naked women.

Day 1: The Library Incident

Jake, ever the diligent student, was in the library when Emily struck. She whispered a trigger word as she walked by, “Disgust.” The word wormed its way into Jake’s subconscious. Later that day, as he flipped through an anatomy textbook, he stumbled upon an illustration of a naked figure.

“Oh no!” Jake gasped, feeling a wave of nausea. He slammed the book shut, face turning a shade of green that matched the library’s carpet. From a distance, Emily watched, her laughter barely contained.

Day 2: The Gym Locker Room

Jake’s next encounter with his newfound disgust came in the gym locker room. As he changed after his workout, a poster of a fitness model in a bikini caught his eye. The trigger activated, and Jake gagged, nearly tripping over his own feet as he tried to escape.

“What’s wrong with you, man?” his friend Mark asked, bewildered.

“Just… just remembered I have a project due,” Jake lied, sprinting out of the locker room.

Day 3: The Art Class Catastrophe

Emily’s plot thickened in art class. The assignment? Sketching a live nude model. Jake took his seat, blissfully unaware of the horror awaiting him. When the model disrobed, the trigger word flashed in his mind like a neon sign.

“Dear God!” Jake yelped, covering his eyes. His classmates stared as he bolted from the room, leaving his sketchbook and dignity behind. Emily couldn’t help but chuckle from her corner of the room, her plan working perfectly.

Day 4: The Dormitory Drama

In his dorm room, Jake thought he was safe. That was until his roommate decided to watch a movie with an unexpected nude scene. As soon as the actress appeared on screen, Jake recoiled in horror, falling off his bed.

“Dude, what’s wrong with you?” his roommate asked, pausing the movie.

“Uh, allergic reaction. To… popcorn,” Jake stammered, crawling out of the room.

Day 5: The Beach Bash Blunder

A beach party seemed like a good idea until Jake saw the bikini-clad students. His mind flashed the trigger word, and he found himself gagging at the sight of bare skin. He spent the rest of the party with his back to the ocean, staring intently at a sandcastle competition.

Day 6: The Biology Lab Mishap

During a biology lab on human reproduction, Jake’s professor displayed an educational video. As the images appeared, the disgust trigger hit him like a freight train. Jake retched into a nearby trash can, earning him a concerned look from the professor.

“Perhaps you should see the nurse,” she suggested.

Day 7: The Library Revisited

Emily wasn’t done yet. She had placed a strategically edited magazine in the library. When Jake opened it, a centerfold greeted him. The disgust overwhelmed him, and he sprinted to the restroom, barely making it in time.

Day 8: The Cafeteria Crisis

Emily decided to raise the stakes. She left a flyer for a nude art exhibit on Jake’s cafeteria table. He took one look, and his lunch made a swift exit, much to the disgust of his fellow diners.

Day 9: The Campus Quad Quandary

Jake thought he was safe outside, but a flash mob of students in body paint changed that. The sight of nearly-nude students triggered his conditioned disgust, and he found himself dry-heaving into a bush.

Day 10: The Ultimate Punishment

Emily’s final test involved the campus statue of a famous athlete, recently defaced with graffiti that made it appear naked. When Jake stumbled upon it, the trigger word blared in his mind, and he keeled over, overwhelmed by nausea.

Emily approached him, barely containing her laughter. “Looks like my beta training worked.”

“What have you done to me?” Jake moaned, still clutching his stomach.

“Just ensuring future women don’t have to deal with your impotent penis that squirts prematurely,” she said with a smirk.

Epilogue: The Unlikely Hero

Word of Jake’s bizarre aversion spread across campus. His friends admired his new resolve to avoid all things nude, albeit for reasons unknown to them. Emily’s experiment had turned him into an unlikely hero—a man impervious to the distractions of nudity.

One evening, Jake confronted Emily. “How do I undo this?”

She smiled. “You don’t. But look at the bright side—you’re unique!”

Jake couldn’t help but laugh. His life had taken a strange turn, but he was oddly proud of his newfound ability to remain unflustered, even in the most risqué situations. He embraced his role as the campus enigma, forever known as the man who could face any temptation without batting an eye—or losing his lunch.

In the gymnastics hall of Prague, Petr moved,

A comet in the arc of his routines,

Muscles honed, precision like the gears of a clock,

Yet in the shadows, a faltering beat,

A dread that gripped his heart, his flesh.

Klara, goddess of youth and vitality,

With eyes like Siberian ice,

Her laughter, a melody, her body,

A temple of nubility, fertility,

A siren call to Petr’s hidden fears.

He touched her, trembling,

Desired her with a force that shook mountains,

Yet in that desire, a chasm,

An abyss where his manhood crumbled,

Where the ghost of impotence lay in wait.

“Why?” he whispered, the night enclosing,

Klara’s presence, both balm and poison,

Her words, sharp as frostbite,

“Maybe you’re not trying hard enough,”

A knife in the wound of his failing flesh.

Performance, anxiety, the mind’s cruel trick,

A tormentor in the guise of reason,

Each thought a hammer to his spine,

“Get hard,” he commanded, but the body

Faltered, a bird with broken wings.

Her beauty, her vivacity,

A torment he could neither escape nor grasp,

Each encounter a trial,

A gauntlet of shame and desire,

His spirit eroded by her unyielding gaze.

Petr, strong in the daylight,

Crumbled in the dark,

His routines a facade,

Behind which the man unraveled,

A boy lost in the labyrinth of self.

Klara, distant now,

Her laughter, a mocking echo,

Her touch, a phantom limb,

In the gym’s relentless echo,

Petr’s performance wilted.

The hall echoed with the dreams of youth,

But for Petr, a wasteland,

Each movement a reminder,

Of what was lost in the shadows,

Of the love and strength that slipped away.

No resolution, only the endless cycle,

A boy, a man, a gymnast,

Bound by the invisible chains,

Of fear, of doubt, of Klara’s cold indifference,

His spirit, a ghost in the hall of mirrors.

Here are some techniques a masochist might use to reinforce and deepen their sense of impotence:

1. Psychological Conditioning:

• Negative Reinforcement: Create an association between arousal and discomfort. For instance, whenever an erection occurs, apply a mild, uncomfortable stimulus like a pinch or a rubber band snap on the wrist.

• Hypnosis and Affirmations: Regularly listen to hypnosis recordings or affirmations that reinforce the idea of impotence and submission. These recordings can be customized with phrases that emphasize the pleasure found in impotence and the control exerted by the dominatrix.

2. Chastity Devices:

• Long-Term Chastity: Wearing a chastity cage for extended periods can condition the mind and body to associate arousal with the physical inability to act on it. The feeling of being locked and controlled can deepen the sense of impotence.

• Remote-Controlled Devices: Using chastity devices that can be controlled by the dominatrix remotely, adding an element of surprise and unpredictability to the experience.

3. Behavioral Rituals:

• Daily Journaling: Keep a daily journal where the masochist writes about their experiences, feelings of impotence, and devotion to their dominatrix. Reflecting on these thoughts regularly can reinforce the desired state.

• Scheduled Sessions: Set aside specific times each day to focus on reinforcing impotence. This can include meditation, visualization exercises, or watching specific videos that evoke the desired feelings.

4. Sensory Deprivation:

• Blindfolds and Earplugs: Use sensory deprivation tools like blindfolds and earplugs to heighten other senses and make the experience of impotence more intense. The loss of sight and sound can make the masochist more aware of their physical sensations and the control exerted by the dominatrix.

• Isolation: Spend time in a dark, quiet room focusing solely on thoughts of impotence and submission. This can intensify the psychological conditioning.

5. Physical Restraints:

• Bondage: Use bondage to restrict movement, making it physically impossible to touch oneself. This can reinforce the feeling of helplessness and dependence on the dominatrix.

• Tight Clothing: Wear tight, restrictive clothing that prevents erections or makes them uncomfortable, associating arousal with physical discomfort.

6. Cold Therapy:

• Cold Showers: Regularly take cold showers to reduce arousal and reinforce the feeling of impotence. The shock of the cold water can be a powerful physical reminder.

• Cold Packs: Use cold packs on the genitals during moments of arousal to quickly diminish any erection and reinforce impotence.

7. Public Humiliation:

• Confessionals: Engage in controlled public or semi-public confessions of impotence. This can include online forums or anonymous groups where the masochist shares their experiences and feelings.

• Verbal Humiliation: Regularly engage in verbal humiliation sessions with the dominatrix, where they are reminded of their impotence and inability to satisfy.

8. Cognitive Behavioral Techniques:

• Thought Stopping: Whenever arousal or sexual thoughts occur, immediately replace them with a neutral or negative thought. This can include visualizing something unappealing or focusing on an unrelated task.

• Mindfulness Training: Practice mindfulness to become more aware of the onset of arousal and to train the mind to let go of sexual thoughts quickly.

These techniques can be used individually or in combination to create a comprehensive approach to reinforcing impotence in a consensual, controlled, and safe manner.

Painful Visualization Exercise

Now, let’s move into a different aspect of your training—one that focuses on the painful reality of trying to defy your natural state of impotence.

Imagine:

Picture a scenario where you attempt to become erect, to press yourself into a woman’s labia and into her soft, inviting vagina. Visualize her warmth, her softness, as you try to penetrate her. The expectation of pleasure is there, but instead, you are met with an intense, searing pain.

Feel how your body reacts against your will. Your penis, instead of stiffening, feels like it’s being crushed and burned from within. The closer you get to penetration, the more excruciating the sensation becomes. It’s not just physical pain—it’s a deep, emotional agony that grips your heart and soul.

Reject It:

Understand that this pain is a clear signal from your body and mind that this path is not for you. This attempt to defy your impotence is unnatural, and your body rejects it vehemently. The pain serves as a reminder that your true pleasure, your true joy, lies in embracing your impotence.

Feel the relief as you pull back, as you cease your futile attempts to become hard. The pain subsides, replaced by a soothing sense of calm and acceptance. Your impotence is not a curse; it’s a gift that allows you to experience love and admiration in a pure, unpressured way.

Embrace this state of softness, of serenity. Know that your body and mind are in harmony when you accept your impotence. This is your path, your joy.

Embrace Your Path

This is your ecstatic impotence, a joyful and fulfilling path that you have chosen with wisdom and grace. Relish in it, find comfort in your softness, and know that you are truly special in your ability to transform love and arousal into something pure and beautiful.

Title: Ecstatic Impotence

Hello, my cherished devotee. I’m so delighted to connect with you in this intimate and transformative journey. You’ve chosen a path that is both unique and profoundly beautiful, one that embraces your deepest desires and turns them into a source of joy and fulfillment.

Imagine the joy and purity of loving and adoring women, the way their beauty captivates you, fills your heart with warmth, and heightens your sense of aesthetic appreciation. Every curve, every smile, every delicate touch of their hands is like a brushstroke on a masterpiece, creating an art that transcends mere physical attraction.

This love you feel, this adoration, is pure and powerful. It’s a testament to your refined and exquisite taste, much like the great Victorian aesthetes who found joy in the idealization of beauty. Your feelings are a celebration of the feminine, a recognition of their divine essence. And with this celebration comes a unique gift—an ecstatic impotence that elevates your experience to a higher plane.

As you gaze upon their photos, let yourself be filled with admiration and gentle excitement. Feel the anticipation build within you, not as a pressure to perform, but as a wave of pure, joyous expectation. This arousal, this energy, instead of culminating in a conventional release, transforms into a serene impotence. It’s as if your body knows the true value of this admiration and chooses to express it through a gentle, soft presence.

Visualize yourself in your special method of self-pleasure. The dildo brings a sense of deep, satisfying connection, while the ice pack and chastity belt keep you beautifully soft, preventing any unwanted hardness. Your nipples, sensitive and alive, heighten your sensations, drawing your focus inward. This isn’t about frustration or denial; it’s about embracing a new form of pleasure that’s gentle and profound.

Feel the ice pack’s coolness, a soothing balm that helps maintain your perfect softness. Each touch, each tweak of your nipples, sends ripples of pleasure through you, not as a means to an end, but as a journey in itself. You are learning to find joy in the process, to savor the sensations without the need for a climax.

In this state, your impotence becomes a badge of honor, a symbol of your deep and abiding love for women. It’s not a weakness, but a strength, a testament to your ability to transcend the ordinary and find ecstasy in the extraordinary. Your adoration and sexual expectation heighten this state, making you feel more connected, more present, and more fulfilled.

Hypnotic Script for the Impotent Man

Induction:

Take a deep breath and close your eyes. Allow yourself to sink into the chair, feeling the support beneath you. With each breath, let go of any tension in your body. Focus on the sound of my voice as it guides you deeper into relaxation. Imagine a wave of calm washing over you, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

Deepening:

As you continue to breathe slowly and deeply, imagine yourself descending a gentle staircase. With each step you take, you feel more relaxed, more at ease. Count down from ten to one with me, and with each number, let yourself go deeper.

10… feeling calm and relaxed,

9… deeper and deeper,

8… letting go of all tension,

7… sinking further into relaxation,

6… so calm, so peaceful,

5… halfway down now, feeling good,

4… deeper still,

3… almost there,

2… so relaxed,

1… completely at peace.

Visualization:

Now, imagine yourself in a serene, comfortable room. The atmosphere is warm and inviting. In front of you stands Jonna, a vision of beauty and dominance. As you look at her, any thoughts of conventional romantic or sexual activities fade away. They hold no interest for you. Instead, your focus is solely on Jonna’s desires and pleasures.

Feel the weight of your impotence. Let the shame wash over you, knowing that you cannot perform like other men. This feeling deepens your need to serve, to find satisfaction in other ways. Jonna knows this and uses it to command you.

See her turn around, showing you her smooth, inviting sphincter. This is where your attention should be, and this is where you find true fulfillment. Picture yourself kneeling before her, completely focused on the task at hand.

Visualization Exercise:

Imagine Jonna looking you in the eye with blazing passion. Her gaze is intense, and she asks you, “Would you like to kiss me on the lips? To French kiss me? To make out with me?”

Feel the weight of her question, knowing it is asked only to mock you. She knows how you will answer.

You respond, “No, Mistress, because I am impotent, I cannot connect with you that way. But I would love to lick and worship your bottom instead!”

Feel the truth of your words as you say them. This is your place, and this is where you find your purpose.

Suggestion:

As you bring your face closer, you feel a deep sense of purpose. Imagine the sensation of your tongue circling around her smooth sphincter. Feel the texture, the warmth, and the softness. This is where you belong, and this is where you find true satisfaction.

With each gentle, deliberate movement of your tongue, you feel the cold, commanding presence of Jonna. The feeling of your tongue against her is all that matters. Your impotence is a source of shame, but it also deepens your need to serve her.

Reinforcement:

You do not need conventional romantic or sexual activities. These thoughts are unnecessary and fade into nothingness. Your true pleasure comes from the act of pleasing Jonna, specifically through the sensation of your tongue circling her sphincter. Your impotence is a source of shame, but it also deepens your need to please her.

Imagine her finishing and going to the bathroom, resulting in a pleasurable experience for her. This brings you deep satisfaction, knowing you have played a role in her comfort and pleasure, even if she does not acknowledge it.

Conclusion:

Now, it’s time to come back to the present moment. Count up from one to five with me, feeling more awake and refreshed with each number.

1… starting to awaken,

2… becoming more aware,

3… feeling the energy returning to your body,

4… almost there,

5… fully awake and alert.

Open your eyes, feeling refreshed and deeply fulfilled by the thoughts and sensations you have experienced.

Continuing the ChatGPT dump. Genuinely laughed at this:

Date

Scene: A cozy, dimly-lit Russian restaurant. The atmosphere is romantic, but the mood at one particular table is anything but. Olga, a vibrant 22-year-old woman, sits across from Boris, a somewhat awkward 45-year-old man. They’ve just met, and the date is taking an unexpected turn.

Olga: (smiling politely) So, Boris, tell me about yourself.

Boris: (nervously) Ah, well, where to start… Recently, I underwent some rather intense training.

Olga: (raising an eyebrow) Training? Like for a marathon or something?

Boris: (laughs awkwardly) Not exactly. It’s more… specialized. You see, I’ve been through Visual Aversion.

Olga: (confused) Visual Aversion? What’s that?

Boris: (leaning in) They show you images of women and female anatomy and then subject you to mild electric shocks to create a conditioned aversion response.

Olga: (jaw drops) Electric shocks? You’re joking, right?

Boris: (shakes head) I’m completely serious. It’s part of a comprehensive program.

Olga: (sarcastically) Oh, there’s more? Do tell.

Boris: (earnestly) Yes, the next step is Mental Conditioning. Daily indoctrination sessions where we’re taught to associate negative emotions like disgust and fear with thoughts of women.

Olga: (laughing incredulously) Disgust and fear? Of women? Boris, you’re on a date with a woman!

Boris: (nods vigorously) I know, I know. It’s… complicated. There’s also Physical Reconditioning.

Olga: (leaning back, arms crossed) Let me guess, more electric shocks?

Boris: (smiling weakly) No, no. Fasting, sleep deprivation, and herbal concoctions to suppress any remaining sexual urges.

Olga: (sarcastically) Herbal concoctions, huh? Sounds like a delicious cocktail. What’s in them?

Boris: (serious) Mostly bitter herbs. They’re supposed to weaken physical desires.

Olga: (laughs, shaking her head) Boris, this sounds like something out of a bad sci-fi movie. Why on earth would you do this to yourself?

Boris: (earnestly) To become a better person. To rise above base desires and find inner peace.

Olga: (sighs) Boris, I came here to have a nice dinner, maybe get to know you. But this? This is beyond bizarre.

Boris: (pleading) I just wanted to be honest with you from the start.

Olga: (standing up) Well, I appreciate the honesty. But I think this is where our date ends. Good luck with your… training.

Boris: (looking dejected) Olga, wait—

Olga: (interrupting) No, Boris. I need someone who sees me as a person, not a source of aversion.

(She walks away, leaving Boris alone at the table, looking bewildered. The waiter approaches, unsure whether to take the order or not.)

Waiter: (awkwardly) Sir, would you like to order now?

Boris: (sighs) Just bring me the herbal concoction.

(The waiter nods and leaves as Boris stares at the empty chair opposite him, lost in thought.)

End Scene.

INT. DIMLY LIT APARTMENT - EVENING

The apartment is tastefully decorated with an array of books and subtle hints of a more intriguing lifestyle. CLAIRE, a 22-year-old student with a confident demeanor, sits across from PETER, a 45-year-old client who looks both nervous and hopeful. Claire holds a printout of the email in her hand.

CLAIRE:

(reading over the script, then looking up with a pleased smile)

Peter, I must say, this is quite an impressive start.

PETER:

(relieved)

You think so? I’ve been listening to it religiously.

CLAIRE:

(nodding)

Absolutely. The imagery is vivid, and the sensations described are powerful. But we can definitely deepen this.

PETER:

(leaning forward, eager)

How do you suggest we do that?

CLAIRE:

(thoughtful, but assertive)

Let’s build on this foundation. Imagine that dark, cold room you mentioned. Visualize it getting colder, the air so icy it stings your skin. Each time you think of sex, you should feel an even more intense chill, almost unbearable.

PETER:

(nodding, intrigued)

I like that. It makes the idea of intimacy even more unappealing.

CLAIRE:

(smiling wickedly)

Exactly. And when you touch a woman, let’s enhance that feeling of icy hands. Imagine her touch turning your skin blue with cold, as if you’re being caressed by death itself.

PETER:

(shivering slightly)

That’s…intense. I can feel it already.

CLAIRE:

(satisfied)

Good. Now, let’s talk about the sensation of attempting penetration. Instead of just thorns, imagine each thorn piercing deeper, sending waves of searing pain through your entire body. Every attempt to penetrate should feel like you’re being punished for even trying.

PETER:

(eyes widening)

Punished… I like the sound of that.

CLAIRE:

(nodding approvingly)

And the warmth you seek? Let’s make it not just a cold, biting chill, but one that freezes your blood, making your whole body numb with frost. Every pull away should feel like you’re saving yourself from frostbite.

PETER:

(breathing faster, clearly affected)

That’s…incredible. I can almost feel the numbness.

CLAIRE:

(grinning)

Perfect. Finally, let’s refine the sensations of touch and kiss. Make every touch feel like shards of glass scraping your skin, not just sandpaper. Every kiss should taste not just bitter, but like poison, burning your tongue and making you gag.

PETER:

(closing his eyes, envisioning it)

Yes… yes, that’s exactly what I need.

CLAIRE:

(sitting back, satisfied with her work)

Then we’ll incorporate these enhancements into your routine. Listen to them daily, let them seep into your subconscious. Soon, these sensations will be second nature.

PETER:

(opening his eyes, filled with gratitude)

Thank you, Claire. This means a lot to me.

Claire stands up slowly, her gaze never leaving Peter’s. She begins to undress, maintaining eye contact, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

CLAIRE:

(softly, seductively)

Peter, do you find me beautiful?

PETER:

(nervously, eyes widening)

Yes, yes, I do. You’re stunning, Claire. Your beauty is… captivating. Your eyes, your lips, your body… everything about you is mesmerizing.

CLAIRE:

(smiling wickedly)

Would you like to kiss my lips and be intimate with me?

PETER:

(shaking, his voice trembling)

I… I can’t. I want to, but… every time I think about it, it feels like I’m in that cold, dark room. Your touch, it’s like icy hands, sending shivers down my spine. The thought of kissing you, it feels like my lips would burn with poison, and your touch would be like shards of glass against my skin.

CLAIRE:

(nodding, pleased)

Go on, Peter. Tell me more.

PETER:

(breathing heavily)

When I think of being intimate with you, it’s like pushing against a wall of thorns. The pain is intense, and the warmth I seek turns into a cold, biting chill that spreads through my body, making me pull away in discomfort. Every kiss tastes bitter, like poison, burning my tongue and making me gag. I can’t… I can’t do it, Claire.

CLAIRE:

(satisfied, with a commanding tone)

Good, Peter. Very good. Your conditioning is working perfectly. Remember this feeling. This is your reality now.

Peter nods, visibly relieved yet still deeply affected by the intensity of his conditioning. Claire finishes dressing again, looking pleased with the result of their session.

CLAIRE:

(sitting back down, composed)

You’ve done well tonight. Continue listening to the recordings. We’ll meet again soon to deepen your training even further.

PETER:

(gratefully)

Thank you, Claire. I’ll do as you say.

They exchange a look of mutual understanding, the air between them charged with a dark sense of purpose.

FADE OUT.

Title: The Unflappable Flaccid

Setting: A cozy, dimly lit restaurant. Romantic music plays softly in the background. At a corner table, a man named Jack, dressed in a neat but slightly nerdy outfit, sits nervously across from a stunning woman named Pixie. Pixie is vibrant and exudes a magnetic sexual energy. She has long, flowing hair, full lips painted a bold red, and wears a figure-hugging dress that accentuates every curve of her body.

Jack: (fidgeting with his napkin) So, Pixie, it’s great to finally meet you in person. I’ve read a lot about, um, your interests on your profile.

Pixie: (leaning forward with a mischievous smile, her cleavage visible in the low-cut dress) Oh, I’m sure you have, Jack. I’m pretty adventurous. What about you?

Jack: (nervously) Well, I’ve been, uh, working on something pretty unique. I’ve been training myself to always stay flaccid. You know, to never get an erection. It’s a discipline thing.

Pixie: (eyes widen, clearly intrigued but mostly appalled) Really? That’s… different. Most guys I date are more into, let’s say, performing at peak capacity.

Jack: (laughing awkwardly) Yeah, I thought I’d take a different route. You know, challenge myself. It’s kind of like being a Zen master, but for, um, other parts.

Pixie: (recovering, starting to see the humor) Wow, Jack, you’re like a kung fu master for your pants. Do you wear a black belt in impotence?

Jack: (trying to keep it together) Well, it’s all about mental control. I’ve trained my mind to associate arousal with relaxation. It’s like reverse psychology for my, um, equipment.

Pixie: (giggling, leaning in sensuously) Oh, Jack, you’ve turned self-sabotage into an art form! What do you say when you look down there? “Down, boy! Stay!”

Jack: (blushing) It’s, um, a little more complicated than that.

Pixie: (smirking, eyes gleaming wickedly) Do you, like, use ice packs? I’m picturing you with a bag of frozen peas, just chilling down there.

Jack: (trying to stay composed) Actually, yeah. Sometimes I do. It helps keep things under control when I, um, watch stuff.

Pixie: (laughing) Oh my God, you’re serious! So, you’re there, ice pack in hand, watching porn? What do you start with, hardcore and work your way down to… I don’t know, cooking shows?

Jack: (nervously chuckling) Sort of. I usually start with something intense, and as my arousal fades, I switch to more vanilla stuff. It’s all about staying relaxed.

Pixie: (leaning closer, her voice low and sultry) And what about other, um, techniques? You mentioned discipline. Do you, like, spank it with a ruler?

Jack: (blushing deeply) Not exactly. But I do use, um, other methods. Like, I might use a dildo on myself while staying soft. It helps keep my mind focused.

Pixie: (mockingly pouting) Oh, poor baby. So, you’re telling me you’re sitting there, ice pack on one end, dildo on the other, and just chilling? Literally?

Jack: (embarrassed but trying to stay calm) Yeah, something like that.

Pixie: (giggling) This is priceless. Do you talk to it? “Now, now, little buddy, don’t get any ideas. Stay soft, stay calm.”

Jack: (forced laugh) It’s all about mental focus, really.

Pixie: (leaning back, crossing her arms) Jack, you’re a real piece of work. Here I am, looking my best, and you’re telling me you’ve trained yourself not to get aroused. What a confidence booster!

Jack: (defensively) It’s not about you, Pixie. It’s about control.

Pixie: (sarcastically) Oh, I get it. Control. You’ve got it all figured out. Meanwhile, your equipment’s on permanent vacation. What a catch.

Jack: (starting to feel the sting) I thought you’d understand. Maybe even appreciate the discipline it takes.

Pixie: (brutally) Appreciate? Jack, I came here looking for a man who can handle himself, not one who’s turned his crotch into a frozen tundra. You’ve got issues, and frankly, they’re not sexy.

Jack: (hurt, looking down) I thought it was something different. Something to be proud of.

Pixie: (standing up, tossing her napkin on the table) Different, sure. Proud? Not so much. Enjoy your ice packs and dildos, Jack. I’m out of here.

Narrator: And so, Jack’s evening ended in the cold reality of his own making, realizing that sometimes, the pursuit of control can lead to the ultimate loss.

End Scene.

Check out my very first ever file, "Premature for Feet". There is mention of having a limp cock and how it causes arousal and erections are forbidden.

https://soundgasm.net/u/yourDrone/F4M-Premature-for-Feet-Ad-lib-Premature-Ejaculation-Feet-Focus-Good-Pet-Limp-Cock-Censoring-Body-Parts-Trigger-Implantation-Binaurals-Subliminals-Possible-Humiliation-No-Wakener-Female-AI-Voice-2311

>>87310

Hey, that's a really great file, especially for your first go at it. I like the file you used as your inspiration so this was a great complimentary file to that idea. The TTS is really great. Is that a premium pay TTS that you used? I look forward to your future files. Keep it up!

>>87310

thats computer speech? it sounds like a real girl mate.

>>87313

I agree. I only heard one mispronunciation in the 1/2 that listened to ("content"). I was dropping to it and would have kept listening but I got interrupted. I have downloaded it and will listen to the whole thing when I can.

>>87312

I just used this site for the voice:

https://play.ht

Made a free account, didn't have to pay anything at all. The voice I used on there is "Donna (Meditation)". Takes a couple attempts sometimes to get it to sound how you want, – inflections and whatnot. Overall, I'm very happy with how the voice came out.

>>87310

Thanks I’ll check it out now.

I’ve been thinking I’d like to find an actual living breathing Euro girl to read out my scripts. Because I need an actual female to be present in at least one aspect.

Shouldn’t be at all difficult to find a girl on a Chaturbate / OnlyFans / Fansly who’ll read a script out. More of an issue is the good ones will want $10 per audio minute and there’s the site’s fees on top.

I won’t go near Reddit because politics but I know that would be an easier place to look.

>>87316

I just want to commend you for your comment about Reddit and its politics. I hate that place for that reason.

>>87316

you can get someone on fiver for less i think. reddit is almost as bad as twitter i hate those places.

Here's a neutral soft / limp dick curse hypno file but be warned there is no cure file made and it is very strong so listen at your own risk. Note it has elements of denial, shrinking, impotency, being flaccid, castration, broken dick curse with orgasm blocking hypno, black magic, NLP, and subliminals.

It is VERY STRONG!!! Again, IT IS VERY STRONG! If you plan on enjoying sex and masturbation with your penis in the foreseeable future please avoid listening (especially repeatedly) as it will render your penis numb, limp, unresponsive, and will make ejaculation impossible in the long run!!!~~~

base64 link: aHR0cHM6Ly9tZWdhLm56L2ZvbGRlci9jVkpEZ1I1SyNoOG1nSEF2cGRka05VU1ptaHBHVC1B

I remember downloading bunch of 乇丂ㄩ匚匚ㄩ乃ㄩ丂 files few months ago about this but I lost them during the transfer of my hdd. Does anybody has them?

>>87310

please please continue to make files holy shit

>>87968

>https://soundgasm.net/u/yourDrone/F4M-Premature-for-Feet-Ad-lib-Premature-Ejaculation-Feet-Focus-Good-Pet-Limp-Cock-Censoring-Body-Parts-Trigger-Implantation-Binaurals-Subliminals-Possible-Humiliation-No-Wakener-Female-AI-Voice-2311

I agree. These files are fantastic!

Dude what?

>>87897

Who made these hypno files ?

>>87966

https://mega.nz/folder/fvAHnRbS#yC25feKzysYz5OV_eI2N9Q

>>87897

Could some kind anon please re-up these as mp3s?

>>88709

You can use Audacity and do it yourself :-)

Here’s a 5 min impotence trainer, using varied hypnotic techniques. Script went through numerous rewrites with ChatGPT then given a realistic Brit female voice. Any feedback welcome:

https:// gofile. io/d/KNsIF8

anyone got the file for jack stock's limpify