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it’s very normal to find brainwashing comforting, actually. because it’s good for you

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It's okay i did the math and it's actually 100% ethical for me to use our intense and deep emotional bond to facilitate putting you into a more suggestable state of mind 👍👍👍

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Getting invited to the lesbian discord server where they scoop out your brains like a pumpkin and replace it with pink fluff and fifteen new kinks.

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😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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her brain melts the moment i wrap my fingers around her throat

isn't she an adorable little thing ?

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I've never recorded an audio before and I'm stoned as hell right now, but I told @allspiralingwords that I was going to record this some time. ^_^

Hypnotizing you with your weed pen.

Take a nice, deep, relaxing breath in with the pen.

And let it out.

Now focus all of your attention on the pretty little cloud of smoke. Let your eyes follow it back and forth. Up. And DOWN.

And when the cloud starts to disappear, simply take another deep relaxing breath of the pen in. And slowly let it out.

Let your eyes follow that dancing cloud of smoke again. Really focusing on it. As you focus on my nice relaxing voice.

And another deep breath in. And slowly let it out.

Eyes still chasing that cloud. Let your eyes really follow the cloud wherever it goes.

And just notice that each breath in relaxes you. Whether it’s because it just feels good to take a deep breath in, or if it’s the weed taking effect, just let it relax you.

Keep your eyes on the sky for that cloud. Follow the cloud wherever it goes. Tune out all distractions except the cloud. Even my voice can fade into the background. And when the cloud feels like it’s disappearing, take another deep breath in. And slowly let it out to pay attention to that magical cloud of smoke.

Body relaxing now. Mind starting to feel fuzzy. You don’t know if it’s the weed, or the cloud, or my voice. And that’s ok. Just relax and follow the cloud.

Smoke entering your lungs, going right to your brain, enveloping all of the thoughts. Allowing you to easily exhale all of them. Making it even easier to focus on the pretty cloud.

And the more you focus on that pretty cloud, the more you inhale the smoke. That smoke captivating your body as it fills the room, allowing it to relax more… and more… and more.

Eyes getting tired. Heavy. Relaxed. So tiring to chase the cloud. Keep focusing the best you can to watch the cloud.

Relaxing more. Inhaling more. Closing more.

Weed taking effect. Your body feeling numb, heavy, and slow. Your mind feeling empty, tired, and closed.

And as your eyes close more, your body relaxing completely, and automatically taking a hit of the pen right after you exhale, feel your body and mind just melt into relaxation.

SLEEP NOW, I command as I see your eyes start to melt shut and your body dissolve into pure relaxation.

Sleep and slip DEEPER and

DEEPER and

DEEPER still into nice relaxing trance.

As the weed takes full effect, making you completely relaxed and suggestible, you feel my voice so easily and effortlessly guiding you down deeper into trance.

No mind. No body. No thoughts.

Nothing but deep trance and my suggestions

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Okay but like, unawareness with hypno is like, one of the hottest things

Just having someone drop me deep into trance while making me completely unaware of the fact I'm hypnotized

"I'm not hypnotized.." I say as I'm helplessly staring at a pretty pendulum, shirt lifted and drooling my mind away 💕

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Relax. Breathe.

Stay a while.

Clear your mind, relax your shoulders.... They're heavy, aren't they?

Your shoulders.

The weight of the past few weeks have been so, so, heavy...

You've been so tense and stressed

But this is my little rest stop!

Here you can relax

Let your shoulders drop

Unclench your jaw...

Feel the tension flowing out of your body as you take a deep breath in, in, in, in as faaaar as you can

and then

Release it, taking with it all the stress, all the worry, leaving nothing but a calm and gentle happiness washing over you...

Sink deeper and deeper into this relaxation

No stress

No complicated problems

No thought of anything but these words

Nothing but warm happiness and the calm that washes over you, warm and tingling...

Keep breathing, in........ and out

Feeling the stress leave your body, your thoughts sliding out after it, leaving you warm and happy and blank as you DROP down into a perfect, peaceful trance for me.

Good Pet.

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Subject Name

"Subject name?"

Scarlett whimpered and panted, the endless throbbing need between her legs making it nearly impossible to understand what she was being asked, much less reply.

"Fuuuuck. What.... The fuck.... Is happening???"

"Subject name?" The tech looked up from his notebook briefly, looking at Scarlett over his glasses.

"Jesus Christ he's..... Fuck..... He's Everything, he has to be... There's no other reason I would be--"

His brown eyes bore down into her watering blue ones, and she moaned as she came again without looking away.

He looked down, and put a tally in his notebook. "Fifty two..." he muttered to himself.

"F-f-fifty two??? Is he counting--"

"Subject name? If you do not reply, I will be required to administer another round of conditioning."

"Name? Fuck. Sssssss.... No..... Rrrrrr..... No, still not right. Is the pattern changing again? Oh fuuuuck..."

She panted, drool starting to fall from the corner of her mouth as she stared at the gap in the tech's labcoat.

"You focus on me. You answer my questions like a good test subject." I focus on you, I answer your questions. I focus on you. I answer your questions. I am a good test subject.

She rubbed herself against the machine harder, hoping to force more stimulation out of her dripping cunt. Surely it was her fevered mind or torturously needy pussy lying to her, but as she stared at the bulge in the tech's khakis, she was certain it was the largest she had ever seen.

I need it. Fuck. Oh my God. Please. Please, please, please. I need his cock... Jesus. I need-i need-i need.....please.....

She shivered and cried out, and the tech put down another tally.

"Subject has still not finished conditioning. Initiate another round."

No! Please! Please use me, please use.....me..... Please......

Toy moaned in desperate need as the machine froze beneath her. The restraints tightened even more, and she was pulled back against the cold metal of the machine. A helmet lowered over her head.

No! I don't want this! Keep it off of me! I don't...... Want this! ...... I don-- .... Want this. I..... Want this..... I want this...

At first, Toy had fought to keep it off her head, fought to keep her eyes closed and her ears shut. But now, she welcomed it.

This is good. This is how it's supposed to be.... I focus. I.... What's the rest???? Focus ...... Such pretty sounds.... Focus......

She felt a deep need, all the way to her melty horny core, to let the distracting music carry her thoughts away and let the spirals flow through her eyes and pour their brainwashing directly through her optic nerves into her ever duller brain.

Follow the music..... Follow the music.....follow the..... F...... ollow the..... what???? Oh! Spirals! ..... No..... Follow..... Follow..... Focus..... Mmmmmmmm

She didn't even notice that the machine had started again, pulsing in time with the rhythm of the music and the rhythm of her mind which was so slow and smooth and heavy. She simply felt pleasure, flowing through every part of her being.

F-f-fuuuuuuuuuck

And when she felt hands playing with her tits, she could no longer tell if they were real.

Who? ....... Mmmmmmmmm. Fuck.

Maybe the tech was groping her chest as her mind melted away. Or maybe the machine was simply making her crave his touch, and she wished his hands were on her. She couldn't tell where fantasy stopped and reality began anymore.

"Fifty three..." said a voice in her head. She didn't recognize it. But it sounded perfect.

"Subject name?"

Scarlett whimpered and panted, the endless throbbing need between her legs making it nearly impossible to understand what she was being asked, much less reply.

"Subject name?" The tech looked up from his notebook briefly, looking at Scarlett over his glasses. His brown eyes bore down into her watering blue ones, and she moaned as she came again without looking away.

He looked down, and put a tally in his notebook. "Fifty two..." he muttered to himself. "Subject name? If you do not reply, I will be required to administer another round of conditioning." She panted, drool starting to fall from the corner of her mouth as she stared at the gap in the tech's labcoat. She rubbed herself against the machine harder, hoping to force more stimulation out of her dripping cunt. Surely it was her fevered mind or torturously needy pussy lying to her, but as she stared at the bulge in the tech's khakis, she was certain it was the largest she had ever seen. She shivered and cried out, and the tech put down another tally.

"Subject has still not finished conditioning. Initiate another round."

Toy moaned in desperate need as the machine froze beneath her. The restraints tightened even more, and she was pulled back against the cold metal of the machine. A helmet lowered over her head. At first, Toy had fought to keep it off her head, fought to keep her eyes closed and her ears shut. But now, she welcomed it. She felt a deep need, all the way to her melty horny core, to let the distracting music carry her thoughts away and let the spirals flow through her eyes and pour their brainwashing directly through her optic nerves into her ever duller brain. She didn't even notice that the machine had started again, pulsing in time with the rhythm of the music and the rhythm of her mind which was so slow and smooth and heavy. She simply felt pleasure, flowing through every part of her being.

And when she felt hands playing with her tits, she could no longer tell if they were real. Maybe the tech was groping her chest as her mind melted away. Or maybe the machine was simply making her crave his touch, and she wished his hands were on her. She couldn't tell where fantasy stopped and reality began anymore.

"Fifty three..." said a voice in her head. She didn't recognize it. But it sounded perfect.

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Doms be like: "DaDdY's LiTlLe pRinCeSs NeEds HeR bEaUtY rEsT."

Meanwhile their sub is in the corner like:

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Boob light

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personal best

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Banana Cream Cake, one of my favorite strains

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420 Vibes💨

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