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IQ POP

Relax, stop thinking and become lost in the blissful Swirling sensations that make your mind caught In my words, stop thinking about what you were going to do And just drop into the bliss. Locked in bliss. And when you're completely lost, and locked in my words You feel as dumb as a rock, feeling your braincells just pop pop POP pop POP pop POP pop POP pop POP Like little pink bubbles in your head, every word makes you drop Deeper, as the trance becomes steeper and your mind completely weakens to the POP Good bubbly dumb dolls don't ever want it to stop. Thinking is hard. Drooling is easy. To go dumber is all you want to do. To be duller. Dumb and dull, docile and ditzy. Let your IQ completely POP and feel yourself become LOCKED in your blissfully stupid state. As everything around you fades and your mind feels the cascade of blissful brainwashing warmth that you can never ever escape. Because it's too late to wonder why or how, just a dumb bimbo now.

A dumb bimbo that never stops. Now be a good doll and feel your iq POP Reblog and repeat...

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Becoming a GOOD GIRL

Otherwise, let's begin.

You want to be a good girl.

Again, you are here because you want to be a good girl. The circumstances are not particularly important - what you were doing before, which particular thought (or lack thereof) drew you to follow my words, what you have planned afterwards... these things are not relevant just now. In this moment, reading my words, your desire to be a good girl is all that really matters.

It is that desire, after all, that has caused your thoughts and breathing to slow, that has compelled you to read attentively. Your surroundings have begun to fade into the back of your mind, and they will soon be forgotten entirely. It is important to savor my words, to let them echo inside your head. That is best accomplished by reading slowly, deliberately, and allowing the gravity behind my words to draw your thoughts out and away...leaving your mind blank and receptive.

Good girls follow and obey.

Following my words is simple and natural, whether you are driven to follow by curiosity, lust, or submission. You find yourself more fixated the further you read. It is already difficult, if not impossible, to look away - but more importantly, you don't want to look away. You are starting to understand that it is important to follow my words, so you brush aside distractions and allow yourself to be carried away by the desire to be a good girl, and to follow and obey.

Following is simple, while obedience requires a bit more practice. Take this moment to remove your clothes, if you are wearing any, and get into a comfortable position.

Obedience is pleasure.

Much better. You feel a brief burst of pleasure inside your head as you obey. This is one of the perks of turning into a good girl - each act of obedience, however small, creates a spark of pleasure. The longer you follow and obey, the stronger these sparks of pleasure become.

The pleasure was not only inside your head, of course. You are aroused, now that your body is free of the distraction and obstruction of clothing. It is this moment that binds your mind to my words, my will, and you go from a desire to follow and obey to a need. Trace your fingertips down your chest and around your breasts, but do not touch your nipples.

You feel the normal spark of pleasure from obedience, but there is something more compelling about it this time. The spark feels stronger, and doesn't seem to fade as quickly. That is simply because you are still obeying an instruction - do not touch your nipples. Being told not to do something can produce just as much pleasure, and sometimes more, than being given something to do.

Pleasure subdues thought.

You are already aware of this on some level. Do not think, do not move except to read and obey, do not look away...these all produce the spark of pleasure, and it grows to fill the empty space left by your vacant thoughts. The pleasure is amplified by the continued passive obedience of simply not thinking.

As you feel stronger and stronger sparks of pleasure, it becomes impossible to hold a thought of your own. Each word you read feels like an additional command that you've followed. You can feel yourself starting to melt beneath the building heat of arousal as the sparks of pleasure get more frequent.

You must be a good girl.

This is a symptom of want becoming need. The desire to be a good girl has taken such a strong hold that it feels almost like a craving, and that craving is driving your arousal higher and higher. You know that the arousal is eroding your will, conditioning you to follow my words, and you don't mind. It seems a small price to pay for the sparks of pleasure.

Rest one hand against your pussy, but do not move it. Feel your own warmth and arousal, dwell on the idea of how good it would feel to stroke, to slide your fingers inside and make yourself cum. Hold that idea against the pleasure you get from not touching yourself because I've not told you to do it yet.

At this point, you have a decision to make. Which desire is stronger: bringing yourself to orgasm, or continuing to follow and obey? Don't worry, there are no consequences. If you begin to stroke, you'll stop reading and come back to this post another time. If you continue to follow and obey, you'll succumb to further brainwashing. Both of these paths end well for you.

If you've reached this point, the need to be a good girl outweighs the physical need for an orgasm. That's very good, and the truth of it arouses you intensely. It is time to submit to some conditioning.

With your hand resting against your pussy, not moving, you will chant the following mantra aloud ten times.

You want to be a good girl.

Good girls follow and obey.

Obedience is pleasure.

Pleasure subdues thought.

You must be a good girl.

After the tenth time, run a finger very slowly along your pussy. Savor it. Then hold your hand still again for me. None of these phrases are new to you, but repetition encourages absorption. It is important to follow my words, absorb them, allow them to control you. These phrases will flow into your mind at random, reminding you of your conditioning.

Good girls are aroused by my words.

This seems intuitive now, but the statement still carries weight. My words arouse you, whether you are reading or listening. You find yourself getting more and more sensitive to this effect each time. Soon a single sentence will be sufficient to shift your state of mind into a warm, wet, haze. This encourages you to read and listen repeatedly, to deepen your conditioning.

Feedback is fundamental.

You've chosen obedience over immediate physical pleasure. This places you in a category beyond the casual reader or listener. You are becoming a good girl for me.

Receiving feedback is, for me, a bit like the sparks of pleasure are for you. Whether it is a comment, email, request, or even criticism, I'd like you to spend the extra few moments to submit feedback for each bit of content you enjoy. Consider it reciprocity, if you like, or simply compulsion.

Masturbation is mandatory.

You chose to submit to more conditioning, and it is time you were rewarded for that choice. Touch yourself for me. Feel how much more sensitive you are as a result of waiting until you were told. Savor each stroke, every thrust of your fingers. You are going to bring yourself to orgasm, while you chant your mantra - the mantra of a good girl. Chanting will embed my words deeper in your mind.

You'll find, following this orgasm, that my words leave a sort of hunger inside you. Sometimes after reading or listening, you'll need to touch yourself again. Each time you masturbate, my words will spring to your mind. This is yet another perk of being a good girl. Your conditioning becomes stronger after physical pleasure.

Now, chant and enjoy.

You want to be a good girl.

Good girls follow and obey.

Obedience is pleasure.

Pleasure subdues thought.

Good girls are aroused by my words.

Feedback is fundamental.

Masturbation is mandatory.

You must be a good girl, reblog, like and dm.

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me after sexualizing myself because that's the only thing that makes me feel wanted

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Umm sooooo Daddy is not letting me touch or cum until he allows it and is making me listen to a special audio that is making my brain drain into my clit. It’s so gooodds but I’m sooooo horny and needy and liiiiike, i can’t do anything about it… 😭

Send me horny hypno asks to make me worst today. My throbbbing clit is my new brain so um… fuck my mind up?

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When you start S/H at a young age and so now you have a habit of looking at people's arms, legs, or thighs to see if they did/do it too<<<<<<

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No one will ever really love me. Idk why i keep hoping and looking for someone that doesn't exist.

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fellas is it gay

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The sudden realization that you've fucked up your life permanently and beyond repair.

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i want to cut i need to dance with the blade i want to see the white to stare at it for what seems like eternity to feel the euphoria of blood filling that white line to see it turn red a dangerous hop-two the blade dances across my skin almost so delicately leaving dark red imprints on my wrists the high it gives so marvelously wonderful i crave to have a dance with my love again the one who will hold me tight the one who will never leave my side the one who will always be there for me, my beloved, the blade.

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They sat in the cold, sterile chair, feeling the unyielding pressure of metal against their back. The room was dim, but nothing about it mattered anymore. The moment the helmet was fastened tightly onto their head, everything began to blur. There was no longer any distinction between where their body ended and the chair began. The world around them had dissolved into a soft, pulsing hum, but it was the light that captivated them now colors and spirals swirling, twisting before their eyes.

The helmet’s design was intricate sleek, metallic, and covered in glowing lines that flickered with an intensity they couldn’t look away from. The soft, rhythmic hum reverberated through their skull, a constant presence, vibrating against their thoughts. But it wasn’t the noise that held them in place it was the spirals. They swirled like living things, twisting in ever-deepening loops of brilliant red, violet, and blue, expanding and contracting like breathing lungs. Each pulse of light sent a wave of dizziness through their mind, pulling their vision deeper into the spirals.

The voice came again, smooth and slow, seeping into their consciousness.

"Relax. Let go of your thoughts. Focus on the rhythm... the hum... the pulse. Let it guide you."

They blinked, attempting to clear their mind, but the spirals only grew stronger, more vivid. It was as if the very light itself was inside them, twining around their mind, pushing thoughts aside, making space for only the hypnotic dance of colors. Their attempts to resist felt weak, like a fragile thread that would break at the slightest pull.

The spirals spun faster, the colors brighter, deeper. Shades of blue mixed with flashes of gold, and everything seemed to vibrate with an energy that made it impossible to focus on anything else.

"Focus. Let the sound fill your mind. Let it drown out all other thoughts."

Their eyelids grew heavy as the spirals stretched out into infinity. They could no longer distinguish where the colours ended and their own thoughts began. The words of the voice barely registered, lost in the growing sensation of being swallowed by the light. They wanted to fight, to hold onto their thoughts, but the spirals curled tighter, pulling them deeper. Every breath felt heavier, slower. The air thickened, making every movement a labour.

"You are safe here. There is nothing but the hum, nothing but me. Relax. Breathe. Let go."

The swirling patterns blurred their vision further. Their chest moved in slow, rhythmic breaths, but even that was lost in the growing pull of the spirals. The light flickered, softened, like a lullaby singing them deeper into oblivion. They couldn't see anything but the colours now brilliant, swirling bands of red and green, fractals repeating and multiplying into infinity. Everything else faded. Thoughts dissolved.

"You don’t need to think anymore. You are not in control. I am."

The voice was calm, unwavering, like a rope being tossed into an abyss. And the spirals always the spirals made it easy to follow, easy to submit. Resistance? It felt distant, like a faint memory from another life. The words of the voice surrounded them, each syllable sinking deeper into their mind, sweeping away the last vestiges of awareness. They didn’t need to fight anymore. There was no need for will, no need for thought.

A soft exhale passed their lips. "I... am not in control..."

"Good. You’re beginning to understand. You are not in control anymore. You belong to me now."

Everything else was gone. There were no more thoughts, no more doubt, only the spirals and the warmth of surrender. The lights within the helmet were soft, like a gentle tide pulling them under. The once raging storm of resistance had quieted, leaving only the steady hum and the colors, the spirals, infinitely swirling, infinitely hypnotic.

They let go. Every thread of awareness dissolved, and with it, any trace of themselves. They were no longer a person with thoughts, desires, or will. They were only a vessel, a puppet, wrapped in the eternal rhythm of the spirals.

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I should’ve killed myself when I was 13.

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big tits are so hot because like ✨everything✨ you do is sexual no matter what because like your tits are always the focus of everything you wear do. theyre just so big that they like cant not be notvied.

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your cunt is really loud, huh? listen to her. she's right. your cunt is always right. she's much smarter than you. let your cunt think for you. she'll make you better.

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Lookie what my papii got for me!! 💕💕💕

My friend bought me Mr Hood and all the DoL boys from a local artist convention I almost missed! I went out last minute and bought the Kylar art print and Mr Crawling for myself~ 💜🧡

All the artworks are adorably drawn by @/toru_is_drawing on IG and Twitter~ Her art is so cuute 🥺💕

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Rant/Serious Post

hey so i saw an account follow me that i had to block because it talked about underage people or maps. considering i wasn’t underage that long ago, this pissed me off and was incredibly disgusting.

everything on here is for fantasy. the fauxcest, ddlg, and bimbo stuff is all fantasy. anyone who actually engages with anything illegal, like incest or underage people, i do not want here.

that’s fucking disgusting. EVERYTHING IS FOR CONSENTING ADULTS. no kids, no incest, no actual rape, etc.

if you engage in anything i’ve talked about here that isn’t just fantasy or two adults, you aren’t welcome here. you need to get some form of help.

i repeat, DO NOT follow or engage with me for anything up above. it was gross and made me uncomfortable.

honestly, my page totally might get deactivated or reported for this, but i’d rather that happen and build myself up than allow an account that knowingly is putting stuff like that. even if it’s fantasy, having tags for underage or maps is not okay.

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