Whisper
@themindwhisper.bsky.social
Your friendly neighborhood hypno dom, made in MX. 🏳️🌈🇲🇽
NSFW, fled from Tumblr to Twitter and from Twitter to BSKY.
Here you will find captions, mind control and other kinky stuff. Are you ready to play?
NSFW, fled from Tumblr to Twitter and from Twitter to BSKY.
Here you will find captions, mind control and other kinky stuff. Are you ready to play?
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Whisper
@themindwhisper.bsky.social
· May 27
In this account we defend that everyone, including trans people, has a right to be who they are and love who they love, and live a full life that is free from persecution and violence.
LGBTQ is one community, and we are all in this together.
Bigots are not welcome.
Threads in the replies.
LGBTQ is one community, and we are all in this together.
Bigots are not welcome.
Threads in the replies.
My favorite kind of submission is when it's not a struggle. It's when it's a seduction.
I don't want to make you submit, I want to make you want to submit.
Surrender by desire is so much better than surrender by force...
I want you, and I want you to want me, and I want you to want to want me...
I don't want to make you submit, I want to make you want to submit.
Surrender by desire is so much better than surrender by force...
I want you, and I want you to want me, and I want you to want to want me...
November 15, 2025 at 4:08 AM
My favorite kind of submission is when it's not a struggle. It's when it's a seduction.
I don't want to make you submit, I want to make you want to submit.
Surrender by desire is so much better than surrender by force...
I want you, and I want you to want me, and I want you to want to want me...
I don't want to make you submit, I want to make you want to submit.
Surrender by desire is so much better than surrender by force...
I want you, and I want you to want me, and I want you to want to want me...
Let's dinner, boy.
My dinner will be served by you, brought by you, and I will have it with my feet on your back.
Your dinner will be from a plate between my feet, when I give you permission, and it will taste better, coming from me, than the finest feast you've ever had.
Happy anniversary, boy.
My dinner will be served by you, brought by you, and I will have it with my feet on your back.
Your dinner will be from a plate between my feet, when I give you permission, and it will taste better, coming from me, than the finest feast you've ever had.
Happy anniversary, boy.
November 14, 2025 at 9:45 PM
Let's dinner, boy.
My dinner will be served by you, brought by you, and I will have it with my feet on your back.
Your dinner will be from a plate between my feet, when I give you permission, and it will taste better, coming from me, than the finest feast you've ever had.
Happy anniversary, boy.
My dinner will be served by you, brought by you, and I will have it with my feet on your back.
Your dinner will be from a plate between my feet, when I give you permission, and it will taste better, coming from me, than the finest feast you've ever had.
Happy anniversary, boy.
I was gonna work from home to receive my new boots.
Woke up, and my internet is gone.
I have to go to the office.
This is not how my day was supposed to be.
(And this is why I prefer to have my packages arrive at a collection point and not at home)
Woke up, and my internet is gone.
I have to go to the office.
This is not how my day was supposed to be.
(And this is why I prefer to have my packages arrive at a collection point and not at home)
November 14, 2025 at 3:54 PM
I was gonna work from home to receive my new boots.
Woke up, and my internet is gone.
I have to go to the office.
This is not how my day was supposed to be.
(And this is why I prefer to have my packages arrive at a collection point and not at home)
Woke up, and my internet is gone.
I have to go to the office.
This is not how my day was supposed to be.
(And this is why I prefer to have my packages arrive at a collection point and not at home)
Reposted by Whisper
20 hottest insta-gays (that also make paid content)
Day 10, part 2: Jaimie Wilson
www.instagram.com/tboy61915
He's actually straight, but as a trans man, he's part of insta-LGBTQ men and he's in a very rough patch so he definitely can use the visibility.
Do me a favor and go look him up.
Day 10, part 2: Jaimie Wilson
www.instagram.com/tboy61915
He's actually straight, but as a trans man, he's part of insta-LGBTQ men and he's in a very rough patch so he definitely can use the visibility.
Do me a favor and go look him up.
November 13, 2025 at 1:58 PM
20 hottest insta-gays (that also make paid content)
Day 10, part 2: Jaimie Wilson
www.instagram.com/tboy61915
He's actually straight, but as a trans man, he's part of insta-LGBTQ men and he's in a very rough patch so he definitely can use the visibility.
Do me a favor and go look him up.
Day 10, part 2: Jaimie Wilson
www.instagram.com/tboy61915
He's actually straight, but as a trans man, he's part of insta-LGBTQ men and he's in a very rough patch so he definitely can use the visibility.
Do me a favor and go look him up.
The best lind of control is when you don't even know it's happening.
When obedience becomes so easy and so fundamental that you don't even realize it's happening.
When you can no longer distinguish between my orders and your desires.
When I just command, and you just obey.
When obedience becomes so easy and so fundamental that you don't even realize it's happening.
When you can no longer distinguish between my orders and your desires.
When I just command, and you just obey.
November 14, 2025 at 7:49 AM
The best lind of control is when you don't even know it's happening.
When obedience becomes so easy and so fundamental that you don't even realize it's happening.
When you can no longer distinguish between my orders and your desires.
When I just command, and you just obey.
When obedience becomes so easy and so fundamental that you don't even realize it's happening.
When you can no longer distinguish between my orders and your desires.
When I just command, and you just obey.
Dear porn studios:
If you put the word "used" in the title, you're gonna give me a lot of expectations.
I'm gonna want to see someone get USED.
You better deliver.
If you put the word "used" in the title, you're gonna give me a lot of expectations.
I'm gonna want to see someone get USED.
You better deliver.
November 14, 2025 at 6:46 AM
Dear porn studios:
If you put the word "used" in the title, you're gonna give me a lot of expectations.
I'm gonna want to see someone get USED.
You better deliver.
If you put the word "used" in the title, you're gonna give me a lot of expectations.
I'm gonna want to see someone get USED.
You better deliver.
The moment you cross my door, you lose your identity.
In my house, you're just a mindless object, existing to serve and be used.
And when you walk out, you recover your mind, and you remember nothing of your time as a slave.
All you know is you had the best time ever and can't wait to come back.
In my house, you're just a mindless object, existing to serve and be used.
And when you walk out, you recover your mind, and you remember nothing of your time as a slave.
All you know is you had the best time ever and can't wait to come back.
November 14, 2025 at 3:42 AM
The moment you cross my door, you lose your identity.
In my house, you're just a mindless object, existing to serve and be used.
And when you walk out, you recover your mind, and you remember nothing of your time as a slave.
All you know is you had the best time ever and can't wait to come back.
In my house, you're just a mindless object, existing to serve and be used.
And when you walk out, you recover your mind, and you remember nothing of your time as a slave.
All you know is you had the best time ever and can't wait to come back.
Charlie King describing himself as a "dom top zaddy" feels absolutely correct and I want more of that in the future.
November 13, 2025 at 9:24 PM
Charlie King describing himself as a "dom top zaddy" feels absolutely correct and I want more of that in the future.
"I'm going to have to step out this call for a bit, guys," says the CEO, "Dan wants to fuck me."
All the managers and VPs watch him mute himself with the janitor already unzipping behind him, and readjust their straining cocks with a sigh of envy.
All the managers and VPs watch him mute himself with the janitor already unzipping behind him, and readjust their straining cocks with a sigh of envy.
November 13, 2025 at 6:05 PM
"I'm going to have to step out this call for a bit, guys," says the CEO, "Dan wants to fuck me."
All the managers and VPs watch him mute himself with the janitor already unzipping behind him, and readjust their straining cocks with a sigh of envy.
All the managers and VPs watch him mute himself with the janitor already unzipping behind him, and readjust their straining cocks with a sigh of envy.
Hi, boy, nice to meet you.
The pleasure is all mine.
No, it's not a courtesy. It's my rule when I meet a boy I like.
Look at me. Surrender. Yes, just like this.
From now on, you live under my will and for my desires and pleasure, whe my I say so, because I say so.
The pleasure is all mine.
The pleasure is all mine.
No, it's not a courtesy. It's my rule when I meet a boy I like.
Look at me. Surrender. Yes, just like this.
From now on, you live under my will and for my desires and pleasure, whe my I say so, because I say so.
The pleasure is all mine.
November 12, 2025 at 8:23 PM
Hi, boy, nice to meet you.
The pleasure is all mine.
No, it's not a courtesy. It's my rule when I meet a boy I like.
Look at me. Surrender. Yes, just like this.
From now on, you live under my will and for my desires and pleasure, whe my I say so, because I say so.
The pleasure is all mine.
The pleasure is all mine.
No, it's not a courtesy. It's my rule when I meet a boy I like.
Look at me. Surrender. Yes, just like this.
From now on, you live under my will and for my desires and pleasure, whe my I say so, because I say so.
The pleasure is all mine.
"¿Permission to think, Sir?".
No, boy.
Not granted.
No, boy.
Not granted.
November 12, 2025 at 6:38 PM
"¿Permission to think, Sir?".
No, boy.
Not granted.
No, boy.
Not granted.
It's 9 a.m. and you're at your living room.
The phone rings.
You blink and open back your eyes, and you're back at your living room.
It doesn't feel like any time passed at alli, but you look at the clock and t's 9 p.m.
The phone rings.
You blink and open back your eyes, and you're back at your living room.
It doesn't feel like any time passed at alli, but you look at the clock and t's 9 p.m.
November 12, 2025 at 4:47 PM
It's 9 a.m. and you're at your living room.
The phone rings.
You blink and open back your eyes, and you're back at your living room.
It doesn't feel like any time passed at alli, but you look at the clock and t's 9 p.m.
The phone rings.
You blink and open back your eyes, and you're back at your living room.
It doesn't feel like any time passed at alli, but you look at the clock and t's 9 p.m.
BTW, this is not a kinky post but a PSA for people who, like me, struggle with cold feet in cold weather.
Wool socks are a good idea, but the real game changer for me was antiperspirant on my feet.
Preventing sweat is easier than managing it. Try a roll-on or spray (bar doesn't spread well)
Wool socks are a good idea, but the real game changer for me was antiperspirant on my feet.
Preventing sweat is easier than managing it. Try a roll-on or spray (bar doesn't spread well)
November 12, 2025 at 3:10 PM
BTW, this is not a kinky post but a PSA for people who, like me, struggle with cold feet in cold weather.
Wool socks are a good idea, but the real game changer for me was antiperspirant on my feet.
Preventing sweat is easier than managing it. Try a roll-on or spray (bar doesn't spread well)
Wool socks are a good idea, but the real game changer for me was antiperspirant on my feet.
Preventing sweat is easier than managing it. Try a roll-on or spray (bar doesn't spread well)
What if I told you that you are so powerless and controllable that simply reading a post online is enough to make you hard?
It's just words of a screen, and yet the moment you read them they take over your mind and body, and you respond, automatically, helplessly, unable to stop or escape...
It's just words of a screen, and yet the moment you read them they take over your mind and body, and you respond, automatically, helplessly, unable to stop or escape...
November 11, 2025 at 10:28 PM
What if I told you that you are so powerless and controllable that simply reading a post online is enough to make you hard?
It's just words of a screen, and yet the moment you read them they take over your mind and body, and you respond, automatically, helplessly, unable to stop or escape...
It's just words of a screen, and yet the moment you read them they take over your mind and body, and you respond, automatically, helplessly, unable to stop or escape...
Every number makes you dumber.
Four...
Every number makes you dumber.
Three...
Every number makes you dumber.
Two...
Every number...
One...
...makes you dumber.
Zero.
Four...
Every number makes you dumber.
Three...
Every number makes you dumber.
Two...
Every number...
One...
...makes you dumber.
Zero.
November 11, 2025 at 4:53 PM
Every number makes you dumber.
Four...
Every number makes you dumber.
Three...
Every number makes you dumber.
Two...
Every number...
One...
...makes you dumber.
Zero.
Four...
Every number makes you dumber.
Three...
Every number makes you dumber.
Two...
Every number...
One...
...makes you dumber.
Zero.
Hypnosis.
Dicknosis.
Pupnosis.
Gymnosis.
Dumbnosis.
There are so many things I can do with you, boy...
Dicknosis.
Pupnosis.
Gymnosis.
Dumbnosis.
There are so many things I can do with you, boy...
November 11, 2025 at 8:09 AM
Hypnosis.
Dicknosis.
Pupnosis.
Gymnosis.
Dumbnosis.
There are so many things I can do with you, boy...
Dicknosis.
Pupnosis.
Gymnosis.
Dumbnosis.
There are so many things I can do with you, boy...
"Good boy."
These two words are a trap.
It feels so good to hear them that slowly you get caught in them.
You can't escape. You need them. You will do anything, anything at all, to hear my voice saying it again.
"Good boy."
The bad news: you can't escape.
The good news: you don't want to.
These two words are a trap.
It feels so good to hear them that slowly you get caught in them.
You can't escape. You need them. You will do anything, anything at all, to hear my voice saying it again.
"Good boy."
The bad news: you can't escape.
The good news: you don't want to.
November 11, 2025 at 4:14 AM
"Good boy."
These two words are a trap.
It feels so good to hear them that slowly you get caught in them.
You can't escape. You need them. You will do anything, anything at all, to hear my voice saying it again.
"Good boy."
The bad news: you can't escape.
The good news: you don't want to.
These two words are a trap.
It feels so good to hear them that slowly you get caught in them.
You can't escape. You need them. You will do anything, anything at all, to hear my voice saying it again.
"Good boy."
The bad news: you can't escape.
The good news: you don't want to.
There are bad boys, good boys, amazing boys, and then Enzo.
Everyone help me welcome this incredible pup over here.
Everyone help me welcome this incredible pup over here.
November 10, 2025 at 10:18 PM
There are bad boys, good boys, amazing boys, and then Enzo.
Everyone help me welcome this incredible pup over here.
Everyone help me welcome this incredible pup over here.
You put on the headphones and listen.
You hear nothing.
My words get so deep in your mind that you can't tell them apart from your own thoughts.
You hear nothing.
Yet, you can't take them off. You can't even imagine trying.
You keep them in, and keep listening, and you can't stop.
Listen.
You hear nothing.
My words get so deep in your mind that you can't tell them apart from your own thoughts.
You hear nothing.
Yet, you can't take them off. You can't even imagine trying.
You keep them in, and keep listening, and you can't stop.
Listen.
November 10, 2025 at 9:42 PM
You put on the headphones and listen.
You hear nothing.
My words get so deep in your mind that you can't tell them apart from your own thoughts.
You hear nothing.
Yet, you can't take them off. You can't even imagine trying.
You keep them in, and keep listening, and you can't stop.
Listen.
You hear nothing.
My words get so deep in your mind that you can't tell them apart from your own thoughts.
You hear nothing.
Yet, you can't take them off. You can't even imagine trying.
You keep them in, and keep listening, and you can't stop.
Listen.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single sub in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a Master.
November 10, 2025 at 3:52 PM
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single sub in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a Master.
Happy birthday to this adorable boy!
November 10, 2025 at 7:15 AM
Happy birthday to this adorable boy!
You love it when I call you "boy".
No, it's not a question. Not even an order.
It's a statement of truth.
My words make it real, and the moment you hear me say it, it becomes your only reality.
You can't even remember how you were, one moment ago, before this.
And you love it when it happens.
No, it's not a question. Not even an order.
It's a statement of truth.
My words make it real, and the moment you hear me say it, it becomes your only reality.
You can't even remember how you were, one moment ago, before this.
And you love it when it happens.
November 9, 2025 at 5:14 PM
You love it when I call you "boy".
No, it's not a question. Not even an order.
It's a statement of truth.
My words make it real, and the moment you hear me say it, it becomes your only reality.
You can't even remember how you were, one moment ago, before this.
And you love it when it happens.
No, it's not a question. Not even an order.
It's a statement of truth.
My words make it real, and the moment you hear me say it, it becomes your only reality.
You can't even remember how you were, one moment ago, before this.
And you love it when it happens.
Remember when you walked away, scared of how much you wanted this?
That was when you still thought you could be free, before you knew you had always been destined to be a slave.
You knew how easy it was to lose your freedom, and you tried to protect it.
Because you knew you wanted to be a slave.
That was when you still thought you could be free, before you knew you had always been destined to be a slave.
You knew how easy it was to lose your freedom, and you tried to protect it.
Because you knew you wanted to be a slave.
November 9, 2025 at 2:35 AM
Remember when you walked away, scared of how much you wanted this?
That was when you still thought you could be free, before you knew you had always been destined to be a slave.
You knew how easy it was to lose your freedom, and you tried to protect it.
Because you knew you wanted to be a slave.
That was when you still thought you could be free, before you knew you had always been destined to be a slave.
You knew how easy it was to lose your freedom, and you tried to protect it.
Because you knew you wanted to be a slave.
Guy with absolutely no prior contact, no chats or groups in common and no profile pic:
"Hi Sir, dum f_ggit over here"
Me: "Hi there, where have we met?"
Him: *Disappears, blocks me, empty chat.
Me: 🤔
"Hi Sir, dum f_ggit over here"
Me: "Hi there, where have we met?"
Him: *Disappears, blocks me, empty chat.
Me: 🤔
November 8, 2025 at 10:56 PM
Guy with absolutely no prior contact, no chats or groups in common and no profile pic:
"Hi Sir, dum f_ggit over here"
Me: "Hi there, where have we met?"
Him: *Disappears, blocks me, empty chat.
Me: 🤔
"Hi Sir, dum f_ggit over here"
Me: "Hi there, where have we met?"
Him: *Disappears, blocks me, empty chat.
Me: 🤔
I like it when you call me "Sir".
November 8, 2025 at 8:50 PM
I like it when you call me "Sir".