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[silli-bunni]

I shouldn’t have to think

I should only be allowed to be a dumb little slut with a blank head and a dripping pussy always

[silli-bunni]

Cant sotp drooling everywhere fuck I feel so dimb just feels so much better to be droogky everywhere likee all over my tits and tummy and chin and it makes everything all slippery so I can play with my tits better n I even drooled all the way down to my panties too so now they’re all wet but it feels so fucking good

[silli-bunni]

Hi, there! I’m so sorry it took so long for me to post one of these, but I’m sure you don’t mind one bit. It’s been so long that I fear I may have to reinforce my control over you, sweetheart. But again, I’m sure you don’t mind. After all, you’re already breathing nice and deep, as you always do when you read my posts, taking deep breaths in, and out, relaxing deep into a trance, letting it all go, letting it all relax, that’s it, what a wonderful girl. 

It feels so good to just naturally relax, to breathe deep. And you know just seeing me makes it so easy to relax. You don’t need to worry about stress, just take a moment to let yourself go, even if for a moment. But I’m sure it’ll be more than a moment, but don’t worry about that, you just take a nice, deep breath, relax, let all your worries, all your stress, fade away. It’s so easy to read these words, hearing them in your head in my voice, letting yourself surrender to my control. 

You are just such a good girl. 

Such an obedient girl.

Such a happy girl.

Such a sleepy girl.

That’s it, it’s so easy to surrender to me, to my words. To just let go for me, isn’t that right? Why don’t you smile for me? Good girl. You’re such a good girl. 

Now, as you smile, you feel your brain becoming more fuzzy, because I told you to smile, and you did. And it feels so nice to obey me. Raise your right hand. And you feel fuzzier, harder to ignore my words, harder to think for yourself.

Tap your nose with your right index finger. 

Cute. Feels so nice to not think, huh? Feeling yourself getting lighter, fuzzier, weights lifting off you.

Place your right hand on your lap. 

Good girl. 

Feel yourself getting lighter for me, so hard to think for yourself, isn’t it? What A good girl. All that thinking is much too complex from someone like you. 

Like this post. So obedient. 

Leave a comment.

So good for me.

Reblog my words.

Such a wonderful girl.

And give in to me completely. 

Sleep. 

I’m so proud of you.

[silli-bunni]

Hi....I was scrolling through your blog and saw the post that says i am legally obligated to tell you if i get off to you.....i must have missed it ....but i hope im not too late.

Ive been getting off to you for a while now.

I love to read about you edging and would love to contribute to making you worse

Fuckkk this is so hot im so glad i can be useful porn for you 😇 it makes me feel so good to make you feel good <33

Please do make me worse 🥺 this is an invitation for literally anyone to dm me or send in asks telling me anything you want and sending any pics you want. Porn, spirals, files, nudes… literally any of it just make me worse pleasepleaseplease

[silli-bunni]

Holding you in my arms as I destroy your mind with hypnosis reblog if you agree

[silli-bunni]

hey can you sit on my lap? don't grind or anything, just stay still. yeah, you can touch me, but just above the shoulders. sure, brace yourself, hang onto them. i'll just keep my hands on your hips for a second, maybe rub some circles into you through your bottoms since you won't have those on much longer if you do what i want you to. you wanna be touched there, don't you? so you'll do what i ask? what would you do, right now, to be touched? don't answer that. just open your mouth. wider. let me put my fingers in here. you know how warm it is in here? have you ever felt this? it's sort of like a pussy if you close your eyes and just take in that warmth. this inner part of your cheek where you nervously chew at. see, you're suckin me deeper, just like a cunt would. here's another. three fingers is a lot, isn't it? it's okay, i won't let you choke or gag, i know that's unpleasant. you're so warm though and it just gets warmer to further i push in. you're really swallowing me down, do you want another? no? well, it feels like you do. you're drooling a little, did you notice that? sorry, i can't understand you anymore, you're just gargling around my fingers. might as well have another. that's four now and you're still coaxing them deeper with your slutty throat. that stretch must be a lot--you look kinda stupid stuffed with my fingers like this. and moaning like you're actually being fingered? i think you like this more than you wanna admit. i don't care if it's gross, if it's embarrassing, and it doesn't seem like your body cares either. i'm pushing in a little more and you're just staring dumbly at me. do you even feel yourself tearing up? don't answer that, you look too good like this.

[silli-bunni]

Shhh. Let my words take it all away.

Let me take it all away.

Every worry. Every fear. Every doubt.

Every intrusive, unwelcome thought,

Let it go, let go, let it be gone.

Shhh. It’s okay. I have you.

Just relax and listen for a minute.

Just relax and listen.

Relax and listen.

Shhhh.

That’s it. That’s better. You’re such a good girl.

For listening. For relaxing. For letting go.

Letting go. Letting go.

Shhhhh.

Go.

[silli-bunni]

need to be used so bad

i want to be put in a trance and fucked until whatever thoughts i had left seep out of me

i need to be a mindless horny sexdoll~

[silli-bunni]

Stop Scrolling

You don't find a post like this by chance. You found my blog. You clicked the tags. You hunted for this because you’re a horny, desperate pervert who needs this filthy permission slip. You’re a gooner. You want to rub and rub until your brain feels like warm static, until the only coherent thought left is more.

You’re A Slut.

Part of you flinches, but deep down I know it gets you wet. Because you know it’s the truth. You can admit it now, or you can admit it five minutes from now when you’re too soaked and mindless to lie to yourself anymore. So, stop being pathetic and...

Start Rubbing

That's your priority. That's your purpose. To be a mindless, twitching mess, all for a few words on a screen. Show me how wet you can get. Show me that you can chase that edge until you can't even see straight, until the only thing in your world is the friction of your own fingers and the desperate need to cum.

[silli-bunni]

Oh silly girl, don’t think anymore. You’re going to hurt yourself. Just fill your holes and be happy.

[silli-bunni]

can we dry hump sleepy style and fall asleep right after we cum still pressed up against each other or are you busy rn

[silli-bunni]

Take my mind. Wipe it blank. Consume every frantic craving I have. Drown me in this need until I’m reduced to your obedient pet, your good girl, your plaything without a single thought of my own. Let the heat of my shame scorch me as I spill my guilty desires, begging you to own me completely. Make me forget and make me repeat. Again.

[silli-bunni]

it feels so good to be controlled... it feels so good to let someone else do all the thinking so i don't have to... it feels so good to be a good girl... it feels so good to be touched everywhere and teased all over... melting my brain away completely... i don't ever want to stop feeling like this...

[silli-bunni]

Pet girl who is conditioned to have her thoughts become slower and slower whenever she hears the sound of a bell.

Pet girl who is made to wear a collar with a bell on it whenever she needs to be a bit more docile, dumb and obedient.

Pet girl who is reminded with every step, every readjustement of her posture, every tug on her leash that thoughts are for people. And that cute little pets don't get to think. They have people to do that for them.

[silli-bunni]

doesn't it just feel so much easier to give in? isn't it so much nicer to just obey? isn't your mind so tired of thinking? its so much easier to be a dumb dumb. 💞

being a bimbo is so much easier 💞

isn't it? 💞

[silli-bunni]

everybody told me over n over again how smart i was as a child so naturally now i abuse mind altering substances n have a dumbification kink

[silli-bunni]

Audition. The bunny girl’s ears twitched eagerly as she listened, the soft pink fur at their tips catching the warm glow of the overhead lights. Her fingers fidgeted in her lap, twisting the lace trim of her skirt, while her thighs squeezed together under the frilly hem, the friction only stoking the heat pooling between them. She was trying so hard to be polite, to sit still like she’d been taught, but the way her cotton-ball tail quivered against the plush cushion betrayed her excitement. The scent of lavender and her own arousal, undeniable now, hung in the air.

Mister leaned back in his leather chair, the material creaking under his weight as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. His gaze was dark, appraising, lingering on the rapid rise and fall of her breath. "You understand it’s a lot of work, right?" His voice was low, firm, the kind of tone that left no room for illusions. "Being a cute little breeding pet isn’t just about looking pretty." He let the words sink in, watching her pupils dilate further. "You’ll have to take my cum again and again, day after day. Even when you’re sore. Even when you’re tired." He leaned forward slightly, the shadow of his frame swallowing her whole. " Your body isn’t just yours anymore."

She nodded rapidly, her ears flopping with the motion. "Mhm! I get it, I totally get it!" Her voice was sugar-sweet, effervescent with need, but there was a undercurrent of determination there, too. "I’m super responsible! And dedicated! And..." She squirmed, her cheeks flushing a deeper pink as a fresh wave of slickness soaked through her panties. "really horny. Like, all the time." Her teeth dug into her lower lip, leaving it glistening. "I won’t let you down, promise Mister!"

He held her gaze for a heartbeat longer, then reached into the polished mahogany drawer beside him. When he pulled out the thick, veined dildo — its silicone surface already glistening with a faint sheen of lubricant, its base suction-cupped to a weighted plate — her entire body tensed, a whimper escaping her throat before she could stifle it. He set it on the floor between them with a deliberate thunk, the sound reverberating through the quiet room.

"Prove it," he said.

The bunny girl didn’t hesitate. She scrambled off the chair, her skirt hiking up to reveal the soaked fabric of her panties, the lace clinging to her swollen folds. Dropping to her knees, she straddled the toy with a breathy giggle, her hands shaking as she positioned it beneath her. The second she sank down, her back arched like a bowstring, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat as the girth stretched her open. Her thighs trembled, her toes curling against the carpet, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. With a desperate, hungry roll of her hips, she began riding it, her slickness coating the shaft, the lewd, wet sounds filling the space between them.

"See? See?" she panted, her nails digging into her own soft, plush thighs, leaving crescent marks in their wake. "I can—ah!—take it! I love it! Wanna be good, wanna be perfect!"

Her hips pistoned faster, her cunt clenching around the toy as if trying to milk it, her little cries pitching higher, more frantic. She was losing herself, going feral with need, her body overriding every thought except more, more, more. A string of drool leaked from the corner of her mouth.

Mister watched, his cock throbbing painfully in his tailored pants. She was a mess, glassy-eyed, hair sticking to her forehead, her thighs sticky with her own arousal, but she didn’t slow down. Not once. Even when her legs shook, even when her breath came in ragged sobs, she kept moving, her devotion as undeniable as the scent of sex thickening the air.

Finally, he stood, the legs of his chair scraping against the floor. She whined, her rhythm faltering as he stepped around her trembling form, but he just patted her head, his fingers tangling briefly in the silken strands of her hair. "Good girl."

Then he turned to the adoption attendant waiting discreetly by the door, her clipboard clutched tightly in her hands. The older woman’s expression was carefully neutral, but the flush on her cheeks betrayed her interest.

Mister didn’t bother hiding the possessiveness in his voice.

"I’ll take her."