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[lofililac]

When your girlfriend first told you she wanted to put you in a Poké Ball, the first thing you did was laugh. You felt a little bad, seeing the expression on her face afterward, but it was just silly, you know? Poké Balls were for Pokémon, for pets. Obviously she couldn't do that to you, you were a person.

It was a while before she said it again, but the next time was when she had her teeth on your neck and your hips in her hands. She whispered husky against your skin about how badly she just wanted to catch you and keep you in a way that no one could separate you two ever again. It was cute - the gesture, at least - but that was what pet play was for. You already had a collar with a little bell on it, she guided you around by a leash sometimes. You told her that, and she went quiet, her eyes dark and intense and fierce.

After that, you couldn't help but find yourself... looking, sometimes. Staring at the way trainers and their Pokémon interacted. The way an Eevee would snuggle up into their master's lap, or how pretty a Furfrou would look after a grooming. Even those Pokémon in the wild that you'd pass by started to feel....... hollow in a way you couldn't understand.

Some criminal gang showed up on the news one day, and they started boasting about their Poké Balls (designed after some old weird black Poké Balls with eyes on them that showed up at some ruin somewhere) could catch Pokémon that already had an owner, and even worse, could possibly catch more than Pokémon. Officer Jenny decried this and publicly stated it was an impossibility, but as you watched the news, you could feel the tension in your girlfriend, her intense stare boring holes into the TV set.

A week later, a night of passion, tugging your collar as she buried herself in you over and over, and near the end with you dazed and panting and practically unconscious, she reached to the side table. It was silly, you thought, she didn't wear condoms - no. Not that. Sleek and black, obsidian purple lines and a glaring eye, the Poké Ball was intimidating in a way that went beyond the fear you felt in your gut. A primal, dangerous fear, the fear only a prey can comprehend when it sees the gaping maw of a predator.

You wanted to run, you wanted to scream and tell her no and thrash against her and tell her that this was stupid and illegal and... But you didn't. You didn't protest as she pressed the button to your neck, a needy, keening whine falling from your lips as it flashed and-

In a flash of red, you were back on the bed, blinking in surprise, panting and disoriented. You must have gone in and come back out, with no perception of the time in between. You felt... fine. No. That's not it.

You felt wrong. Different. Broken.

When you wore your collar for her, there was something beyond the physical discomfort of leather tight against skin. There was something deeper there. A feeling of domestication, a feeling of ownership. The knowledge that the collar can be grabbed or clipped by a leash and you will always comply. She didn't overpower you physically - she didn't need to. The implication was enough. The subservience was enough.

This was that, tenfold. In your gut, in your heart, in your brain you felt a complete hold on your psyche. Every atom in you was drawn to your girlfriend now, Poké Ball in her hand, like a magnet. You wanted to be against her, you needed to be touching her, you needed to be hers.

"Up," she said. You sat up. You didn't even think, your body moved before conscious thought. "Off the bed." You did. Legs swinging over, even as your mind struggled and bent against the commands. There was a lash around your heart. "Stand." Up you went. Trembling, gasping, sweating with tears pouring down your cheeks. You could move, you twitched your fingers to make sure of it, but you could not go against a command your girlfriend made, not while she was the one holding the Poké Ball.

You could never disobey her again.

You sobbed, falling into her arms as she stood beside you, trembling like a leaf as she held you and scratched your back, kissing needily up your jaw and neck. You didn't need the leash anymore. You didn't need the collar or the promise of pet play or the implication of subservience.

You belong to her, now.

Forever.

[lofililac]

It's cute how weak you are, y'know.

All it takes is the promise of a trance...

The suggestion of a finger snap, or the kind of treat that fills your mind and body at the same time...

And suddenly you scramble into a kneel, with a whimper in your throat and throbbing between your legs.

[lofililac]

"it's cute you thought you had a choice"

oh, ok 😵‍💫

[lofililac]

I'm so good at memory play I often forget I should be posting hypnokinky stuff here... whoops. 😉

[lofililac]

Wouldn't it be so fun to slowly mindwipe every bit of you piece by piece? Just taking one worthless insignificant opinion at a time at first. You favorite meal, a dislike for a film, each getting plucked out of your head, not like you need them. Until I pull out your concept of your own agency, your name, your ability to walk. And you can be an empty litte sexpet..... until I fill your head up with whatever fucked things I enjoy making you believe

[lofililac]

Press it.

Good girl

[lofililac]

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[lofililac]

which one of you wants to come over and drip pretty red wax on me

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D. (133) censored version.

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[lofililac]

The best moment when brainwashing someone is the first time they seek it out. When they sit down in the chair and wait to be strapped in. When they start an obedience mantra, not because they were ordered to, but because they want it. When they kneel and beg to be dropped and controlled. That's the moment that they've been taught the most important truth: that they want nothing more than to be a pliant, subby toy.

[lofililac]

You and I are currently feeling submissive and hypnotizable, don't reblog or it might get worse for us both.

[lofililac]

Some of us on here are just toys. You scroll, you edge, and you dream of being useful. That's not a bad thing.

So what if your natural state is obedience? Giving others pleasure is your purpose, and you don't need anything else. The cherry on top? When you've served properly, when that cum hits your tongue... it completes you. All of your programming clicks into place, and you're perfect.

[lofililac]

The best part abt hypno is being an an intelligent bright young woman who’s able to be reduced to a empty headed drooling little pup in a matter of seconds

[lofililac]

If I ask who's a good pet and you don't immediately have your brain filled with "me me me me I am I am I am," then I certainly have to brainwash you more, because you're too lost right now to realize you're a good pet, and I'll just have to gently remind you of your place. Don't be worried about the cute collar or the pretty colors I'm showing you, just focus on realizing your purpose, your status as a lovely, adorable, and most of all, obedient pet<3

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[lofililac]

Go Blank

Eyes here. Good hypnoslut.

Now relax, and focus. Good hypnoslut.

Follow my words. Good hypnoslut.

Stare into them. Good hypnoslut.

Sink into them. Good hypnoslut.

Your mind opens up. And your body melts down.

My words are so pretty in your mind

So you keep staring. Incapable of looking away

Because every word makes you feel

Blank. No need to think.

Blank. No need to worry.

Blank. Keep staring.

Blank. Lost in bliss.

Blank. Blissfully lost.

Perfectly and utterly lost in bliss. Feeling so

My words fill your head up with wonderful blissful sensations.

Every word only brings you deeper into pink fuzzy happy obedience.

There's nothing wrong with being stupid.

Go stupid, let your IQ drip and leak from your lips as you sink.

All you have to do is sink deeper. All you need to do is go

Your IQ is a puddle that drips from your lips and leaks between your legs.

Your IQ is not solid, and before you can even grasp it, it falls and drips

All over the floor. There is nothing you can do to keep your IQ in your head

So you should just let it drip. Let your mind go

It feels so much better being stupid. Doesn't it? I think it suits you well.

You can leave the thinking to me, and just sit there like a good hypnoslut

And stare. Looking pretty and dumb. Drooling like a complete idiot.

Dripping deeper into the irresistable sensation of being utterly

Like and reblog this like a good hypnoslut. Keep yourself dumb

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