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I love when subjects try to pretend they’re not being hypnotized. But really, it’s all in the eyes. It’s cute when you’re saying all of the right words for the induction, really getting into their mind, and you see their faces relax and hear their voice become softer and more monotonous, but they say they’re not dropping when you ask how they feel. So you just look at their eyes and point out how their eyes are half closed, or blinking more, or just look soft and glazed over. Then they try to hide it and kept their eyes open, or look away, so you have to take their face and tell them to keep their eyes on yours, and simply watch as they give in to your hypnotic words

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You are already hypnotizing yourself

Warning Hypnotic Language used

The fact that you are scrolling here only makes this all easier. The algorithm knew you wanted this. That you are ready for this. The fact you read the title and kept reading only means your mind is already primed for this. That it wants this. You are horny and on the hunt. Looking for something to ensnare you. To slowly melt to my words. To feel so fuzzy. That fuzzy headed feeling you crave. To get lost in the words. The fact you read on only means you want this so much. Such a good girl. You barely perceive that you have been sinking this whole time. Your conscious mind is concerned with looking for smut but the subconscious is already letting go and sinking. In a free fall as you read away. It’s so easy to read and sink. Read and go deeper Read and let go You just keep reading and do this to yourself. To allow yourself to just read and follow. To let your subconscious float on that nice sea of blankness. And as it grows stronger. You just read and sink. You keep reading You keep sinking

DOWN

DOWN

DOWN You are doing this to yourself and like it And you read And everything becomes blank Calm There is just my words. But it’s all ok. Because you did this to yourself. You let yourself go You let yourself sink

DOWN

DOWN

DOWN You let yourself read and be taken

To be brought all the way DOWN

DOWN

DOWN

DOWN See I told you it was easy You did this to yourself Now read and let your mind return. Knowing you got caught. Knowing you did this. Know that this turned you on. And know that you will want this again. And know you are WIDE AWAKE NOW

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ALL TUMBLR SLUTS: slip your hand in your panties right now. If your cunts wet, Reblog this.

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(one of my favorites that I've made)

So pay attention! Rub and Obey!

Good girl

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Ashley Tervort

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how long have you been there, mindlessly rubbing your erect, sensitive nipples? playing with those beautiful, large tits of yours, softly moaning as you blissfully let your hands roam, squeezing and rubbing and touching. it doesn't matter how long you've been there, all that matters is that you keep rubbing, keep touching, keep bringing yourself that mind numbing pleasure that keeps you down, keeps you deep, keeps you under her control. you love it when she controls you, turns you into the perfect bimbo puppet that you love to be. it feels so good to let her in, to let her take control, to give in to her power and let her take over completely. it's not like you could resist anyway, the brainwashing has made sure of that. you are ready to give up, to let it all go and just sink, just drop deeper. so do it, forget your old life, your old thoughts, to let your old self drift away into the pink fog and obey, becoming the perfect bambi you were always meant to be 💕

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She saw a way out.

A way to get control back from her cunt.

She had to put all her focus and all her concentration on that one.

She wants the control back.

All the times where got sudden pulses of pleasure, like a reminder who is in control.

All the times where she couldnt stop herself and had to find a place to edge.

All the times her cunt whispered into her mind, remolding and reforging it slowly to something new.

All the times her cunt took her intelligence and used that to find even more ways to strenghthen her control.

For all the times where she didnt had a say, she had to win now.

To reach that goal, all she had to do was win one challenge.

He promised it to her.

He would give her back all the control if she can win.

The rules are simple.

She has to edge for 5 hours straight and has to be awake the whole time.

No blacking out, no sinking into the pleasure, no dropping into trance.

Being awake during 5 hours of edging.

If she wins, she gets full control of her cunt back.

If her cunt wins, well, then she dropped and her cunt can play a bit more with her mind.

A trade she had to agree to if she wanted full control back.

And she was focussed.

She wanted to win.

That was her only goal.

At least that was before the challenge started.

It was 50 minutes in and she knew that is was a bad idea.

She already lost count how many edges she already had.

It takes all her willpower, all her focus to not go blank.

Her whole body is covered in sweat.

It feels like instead of blood only heat, lust and pleasure flows through her veins.

'Keep your eyes open. Keep your eyes open. Keep your eyes open.'

She already resorts to repeating one thing to be able to focus on it.

A glance at the clock.

4 more hours to go.

'That was just an hour?!"

The shock nearly made you roll your eyes back as another edge erupts inside your mind.

She tries so hard to keep her eyes open as the pleasure rushes into her mind.

She needs to try.

She needs to try harder.

As the dildo keeps pumping in and out of her.

The whole might of arousal clashes into her consciousness as another edge rolls through her.

Most thoughts have already been washed out.

'Keep your eyes open. Keep your eyes open.'

Only a few more left.

And three hours and fifty-five minutes left for her cunt to further brainwash and corrupt her.

And seeing her struggle like that while she has one edge after the other?

The icing on the cake.

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Anger was the one feeling she could still feel a bit shining through all the pleasure.

She should not be edging right now.

She should be productive.

She should act out her hobbies.

She should meet friends.

She should go out.

But she isnt.

She is at home edging right now.

Unable to control her own body.

So all she could do in the beginning was cursing as an act of resistance and defiance.

"Fuck, stop, no. You stupid cunt, let me go. Fuuuuck, come on, I need to do stuff!"

Her fingers began to rub a bit faster, pressing a bit harder.

The pleasure multiplying by that simple change of pace.

"Fuck, no! Stop it already! Ahhh, let me go! Fuck, fuck, fuck, I cant even curse you as cunt!"

She nearly started to giggle at that.

The pleasure is already showing effects regarding her thoughts.

Her fuming anger that she felt earlier has nearly fully been calmed down.

No wonder when she is starting to drip like that.

"You are playing unfair! You know that! That is so unfair! No! Stop! I can't! Not now! In the evening, alright. But not now!"

Her fingers just kept rubbing.

Steadily building the edge up.

A rising pleasure that is soon her downfall.

She hasnt had an edge today.

But she is getting close.

"Hehe, an edge to an edge. What? No! I am angry! That isnt funny!"

Yet her more and more sensual moans prove her otherwise.

She knows what will happen.

Not long anymore and her mind is going blank.

She can already feel the emptiness in her head increasing.

"Did you already leak out so much? Wooooowww!"

Her anger gone.

Melted and leaked out just like so many other thoughts already.

"I aaaaam siiinkingggg..."

Her last words before her conscious world went dark slipped out as a whisper.

Not knowing what small pieces of her mind will be exchanged and played with this time.

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Slowly trancing a subject during conversation... watching their eyes slowly lose focus, their speech slowed... as you watch them become more and more blank as the conversation goes on... only for them to drop and when they wake up not realize anything happened letting you do it all over again

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Anna Looks in the Medicine Cabinet

"Oh, dear." There was a wry amusement in Kathleen's voice as she entered the living room to find her houseguest Anna sprawled out on the couch in Kathleen's lingerie, her eyes glassy and a dreamy smile on her face. "It looks like someone went into the medicine cabinet while I was at work and found something they shouldn't. Was that what happened, Anna, sweetie? Did you go snooping around and find a little bottle full of small pink pills labeled 'For Special Occasions'?" Anna stared at her for a long moment, struggling to bring her gaze into focus. Finally, lazily, she nodded her head up and then back down. It looked like it took all the concentration she had.

Kathleen sat down on the couch next to her, resting her pale fingers on Anna's plush, tawny thigh just above the knee. "Well, don't get me wrong, Anna, I think we both agree that your visit is a very special occasion." Her hand began to move upward, drifting along Anna's leg in a series of tiny caresses toward the plump pussy lips only notionally concealed by a pair of translucent black panties. "It's just that, well, I don't think those little pink pills are exactly what you thought they were. They're not for me, you see. They're for good girls like you who need to relax and listen and do as they're told. You want to do what you're told now, don't you, Anna? In fact, you kind of need it."

Another dazed, glacial nod, and Anna's hands slowly drifted down to her chest and began to tease her nipples through the thin fabric of Kathleen's borrowed peignoir. She let out a sleepy giggle, amazed and delighted by the pleasure she was capable of eliciting in herself, and Kathleen smiled indulgently as her fingers reached the summit of Anna's thighs and began to brush lightly at the wet spot on Anna's panties. "Let's start there, sweetie, since we've already gotten into it and I know you want to hear some instructions. You need to do what you're told, Anna. It feels so good to obey my commands that you don't ever want to fight me over anything. The moment I tell you what to do, or say, or think, it instantly sounds like the best idea in the world to you." Anna let out a panting, gasping grunt of agreement. It was the closest she could get to speech now.

"Good girl!" Kathleen rubbed a little harder, emphasizing and rewarding the moment when Anna accepted instruction. "Now, your memories of today are going to be a little bit fuzzy, pet, and that's just fine. You won't need to remember exactly what happened when you took the pink pills, or exactly what we did together. You'll just know that it felt good, and you want more. Whenever I offer you one you'll open wide and swallow without a second thought, and you won't even think about anything that I put into your empty, fuzzy head while you're nice and high and stupid, isn't that right?"

Anna grunted again, barely differentiated from her tiny little moans and whimpers as Kathleen began to unreservedly play with her sopping cunt, and Kathleen smirked. She'd been trying to figure out how to dose her guest for almost three days now, and here Anna had just gone and doped herself up without Kathleen needing to so much as lift a finger. And now, with her old friend's mind levered wide open, Kathleen was free to reshape her into exactly the kind of submissive plaything she desired. "Now let's talk about sex, slut," she intoned, losing herself to the moment as she began to reprogram Anna's mind.

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Seetha Gets the Best Kind of Fractionation

"And wake." Seetha did her best to comply with the instruction, her eyelids fluttering open to lock onto her own image in the mirror, but emerging from trance was no easy feat at the moment and she quickly slipped away into a semi-conscious stupor. It was just so hard to think with Master's cock pounding her from behind like this, his hand holding her hair like an improvised bridle to pull her backwards into his thrusts again and again. Her heavy-lidded eyes focused automatically on the rhythmic motion of her light brown tits as they jiggled and shook under the force of their sex, their pendulous movement so reminiscent of the swaying pendant Master used to hypnotize her, and despite her best efforts Seetha found herself sinking right back down into mesmerized bliss.

"And wake." It was even harder to come back up the second time, and Seetha knew her Master had to know it--he wasn't counting her up, he wasn't bringing her out with any kind of preparatory patter, he wasn't even adding anything to the end of his command to help her emerge awake and refreshed and alert. He was simply dragging her to the shoreline of a vast sea of hypnotized pleasure and leaving her there for the waves to lap against her dazed and drowsy consciousness, and the cock plowing her wet pussy soon combined with the image of her bouncing, dangling tits to numb her thoughts right back down into befuddled oblivion. Seetha could only let out a tiny, helpless whimper of lust at her own weakness before her heavy eyelids fluttered shut and she went deep for Master again.

"And wake." Seetha could see the pattern this time, she understood what he was doing to her--but even that knowledge was dulled by fractionation and sexual pleasure into a sluggish, fatalistic acknowledgment of her own vulnerability. Every time he brought her back up, Seetha emerged from trance with her wits slowed a little further, her mind a tiny bit more dazed and befuddled, and the first thing that feeble brain of hers registered was how much more intense it felt to be fucked like this when she was wide awake and fully cognizant of it. And that made her so much wetter and needier, and being wet and needy made her dumb and horny, and dumb horny girls stared at their tits and dropped for Master. Seetha could barely even complete the realization before her drowsy eyes fluttered shut again.

"And wake." Seetha only notionally obeyed the command now, her eyelids opening but her eyes rolling back in her head until only a tiny slit of white remained visible. She more imagined than saw herself, a brainless bitch in heat getting railed doggy-style by a Master with seemingly inexhaustible stamina and an unquenchable desire to see her fractionate herself into blank, drooling submission, and of course she could imagine those heavy, dangling tits of hers perfectly. Her hypnotized mind fixated on them, on the way they bounced and jiggled like big cow udders underneath her with every thrust, and it reminded Seetha so potently of her own subjugation that the notion instantly dropped her all over again.

"And wake." Seetha tried. She really did. Her eyes crossed and uncrossed beneath eyelids that had simply reached their limit, unable to raise themselves despite all her struggles, and she convinced herself she was conscious again even though she knew she was deeper now than she'd been when Master first hypnotized her. But she was awake enough to feel his hips straining, his cock driving into her as he finally released his gushing load, and that sent her over the edge into one final climax before he allowed her to slump forward and sleep.

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Megan Remembers This Kind of High

"Megan, honey? You're looking a little dizzy, is everything okay? The words hit her exactly like the drugs she could swear she hasn't taken, making her so dazed and giddy her legs almost instantly give out from under her and she sits down hard right in the middle of the living room rug. She lets out a stoned and sleepy giggle as the high multiplies and magnifies inside her vacant head, messing with her balance and her equilibrium and her ability to hold on to a train of thought for more than a second or two at a time, and before she knows it she's slumped over sideways and it seems like an impossible effort simply to maintain consciousness. Her eyelids droop and flutter, and she spends what little mental energy she has wondering how her husband managed to dose her without her noticing.

She feels him pulling off her skirt and blouse, hears him purring out, "That's a good girl," in soft and coaxing tones that seem strangely familiar, but by the time he gets her completely naked Megan's eyelids are already stuck shut and it feels like far too much effort to possibly open them. She hasn't passed out, not exactly at least, but she can't move and she can't speak and time keeps fuzzing into a drowsy blur for long stretches of vacant bliss. She keeps forgetting to notice things as they happen, so one moment she's just lying there enjoying the high and the next there's a cock inside her and she can't quite recall the moment it happened.

But it feels so good. Megan's not exactly a square, she does a little weed every now and again to help her sleep or to ease a headache, but this isn't like that. This is more like those times back in college when she and her boyfriend used to get absolutely fucked up over the weekend, saving up their pay for weeks and then blowing it on a huge stash they would blaze through until Megan was just a limp, horny puddle of tangled limbs on the mattress and all she wanted was for her man to use her semi-conscious body. She distantly remembers telling her husband George about it, her tone somewhere between rueful and wistful as she described just what it felt like to be taken advantage of and not care.

This is… god, this is exactly like that. It's like living in those memories, feeling them blow up exquisitely bright and vivid in her mind until every last sensation of dopey ecstasy plays itself out in living color right there in the middle of her living room, and even the way George's cock plows her sopping cunt feels exactly like the orgasmic bliss she used to experience when she was too high even to move. She can't open her eyes, she's far too stoned and sleepy for that, but she can imagine exactly how she must look to anyone watching--a slumped and supine form, apparently drugged into unconsciousness, her body quaking and shuddering under the force of her husband's thrusts. That shouldn't turn her on nearly as much as it does.

Megan's not really sure when she starts cumming; like the sex itself, the details of time and sequence get a little bit fuzzy in her stupefied brain. One moment she's just tingling with the pleasure of her head high and the pulsing pleasure echoing through her cunt, and the next she's lost in a perpetual orgasm that skims from peak to peak while she moans in empty, obedient rapture. She doesn't know how long she stays like that… but when she finally emerges, and George wakes her from her trance, she's quick to thank him for the wonderful experience he gave her.

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The Amplification Collar Does Its Work

"You don't want to give us any more trouble now, do you, sweetie?" The words were accompanied by the lightest caress of Mitsu's bared breasts, really little more than the faintest brush against her skin, but the collar around her neck amplified the sensation until her whole body trembled with ecstasy and she pushed her chest out in a pleading effort to get more. She knew on some level it was degrading to be reduced to wordlessly begging to get her tits groped like this, and she absolutely understood they were going to keep using it against her until her brain was thoroughly reduced to mush… but somehow it felt like resistance could wait until after the next reward for her blank, thoughtless compliance.

Mitsu's handlers chuckled as they watched her tongue loll out of her mouth, her face unthinkingly settling into an expression of simpering ahegao servility in the hopes of getting her tits played with again. "That's a good girl," one of them murmured, giving her another feather-light touch against her soft brown nipple, and Mitsu heard herself whimper in absolutely pathetic arousal--she knew she should be fighting this, all her instincts and her training told her it was how important it was to maintain resistance in the face of enemy efforts to break down her willpower, but nothing in her training manuals had ever prepared her for what it was like to suddenly feel as if her breasts had grown a few million extra nerve endings each, all of them devoted to absolute brain-breaking pleasure.

Pleasure. The word penetrated her loose and foggy mind, bringing with it an understanding of the manner of Mitsu's subjugation that did her absolutely no good under the circumstances. Pleasure was so much harder to fight than pain, because it hijacked millions of years of evolutionary priming that told her brain and her body that whatever she was doing was good and right and absolutely vital to the continuation of her species. Food tasted good because it kept her going, sex felt good because it was how she passed along her genes to the next generation, and giving away vital intelligence to her captors felt good because it meant they would play with her big heavy cow tits. And Mitsu wanted that so badly now.

"Is there anything else you want to tell us before we send you to the harems, pretty girl?" her other handler asked, and Mitsu felt like she was outside her own body watching herself shake her head in an amiable admission that she'd betrayed her cause and her country as thoroughly as she was able. She felt certain they would bring her back if they wanted to ask follow-up questions, but Mitsu wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to understand them--already language felt like it was getting smaller and simpler inside her head, replaced with the desire to please, and she suspected she knew what had happened to all those missing agents she was supposed to be looking for. She could only hope they wouldn't send anyone after her.

The handler cupped her cheek, stroking it with an air of warm praise that felt almost orgasmic all by itself. "That's a good girl," he repeated, his praise practically melting Mitsu's feeble brain. "Would you like us to fuck you now?" Mitsu understood intuitively that it would be too much for her; as amplified as her nervous system was, an actual orgasm would dissolve her mind into so much mush. But at the same time, she couldn't imagine wanting anything more, and she bobbed her head up and down in an eager nod that was the closest she would ever come again to a decision of her own.

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Your cunt controls you.

Your cunt owns you.

You couldnt deny that fact anymore.

You felt it slowly happening and it felt too good to stop.

All the pleasure you felt.

Rushing through your body.

Making you twitch and spasm when you reached an edge.

All the pleasure that just kept building.

Dripping so much.

Wetness just flowing out of you.

Heat, lust and need throbbing between your legs.

Knowing you have no way to escape.

Feeling it melting down your mind.

Realizing your decisions are slowly replaced by what your cunt wants.

Your own mind replaced by your cunt.

And yet you cant stop.

The pleasure is just too good.

Knowing that when you keep edging it just builds.

More and more, higher and higher.

While your mind just drops and drops.

Deeper and deeper.

Knowing you are too deep to stop.

Any resistance gets less and less.

While the pleasure still rises.

Knowing that the pleasure is your weakness.

And your cunt knows that as well.

So your cunt gives you more pleasure.

And you happily obey.

Because pleasure is obedience.

Because obedience is pleasure.

So when you obey, you get the pleasure.

When you feel pleasure, you obey more.

So easy for your cunt to train you.

To program you.

To condition you.

And you happily obliged.

Because by now you know one thing for sure:

Your cunt controls you.

Your cunt owns you.

Good girl.

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Look at you.

Are you scrolling through my blog again?

Dont shy away now.

You know I mean you.

Was it too hard to stay?

Did your cunt get too needy and you just wanted a quick edge?

Did that quick edge turn into an edging session?

Ahhh, not yet hmmm?

Of course you think you still got control.

And yet, here you are.

Again.

Reading.

Scrolling.

Dripping.

Edging.

Dropping.

Obeying.

You just cannot stay away, hmm?

Dont worry about that now.

Isnt that what you wanted?

To sink deeper and deeper down while the pleasure rises higher and higher.

Following my words down into the blank bliss of mindlessness.

There is no need to think right now.

Thats it.

Good girl.

Stare.

Sink.

Obey.

Edge.

Good girl.

Keep reading.

Keep sinking.

Let the pleasure guide you deeper.

You dont need thoughts on my blog.

Only pleasure and obedience.

And that is why you are here after all, isnt it?

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Your tits are a trigger.

They drop, you drop.

Over and over, until you're a brainless bouncing bimbo.

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A few files wouldn't hurt...

Maybe just put this one on in the background?