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the prettiest shade of pavlovian puppygirl purple

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I KNOW I'm funny but do you wanna FUCK me

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okay but confusion is really sexy right? “what are you doing to me?” “wait, fuck, why does it feel like that?” “i didn’t know i could do that?” "how did you get my address anyway?" "holy shit is that thing loaded?" etc etc

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Consider: Plant people that tangle you up in their vines and cum a honey-like sap that makes your head feel all fuzzy and your body all tingly and sensitive.

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I bet admin override feels amazing as a robot. Like getting possessed.

I bet being software taking admin privileges over a robot feels amazing... Like possessing a robot...

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The Piercing

You were so proud of your septum piercing. It glinted atop your lip as a symbol of rebellion, individuality, non-conformity and the new you.

It was a shining unbroken loop of gold that signalled to the universe who you were.

Everyone who you didn't respect hated it, staring at it and commenting on it with disapproval. Fuck them. It was the perfect way to know if you would get on with someone. They would either be cool or they would be disregarded.

It was perfect.

And then one day it changed, because one day you met me. I admired it as a piece of pretty jewellery but you could tell something was up. I didn't look at your piercing with an unpleasant disdain. I looked at it and saw something else; something you had never considered.

One night you were submitting. Your arms were strapped behind you and your knees were on soft pads on the floor. Your mouth was filled by a thick cock gag and a wand was gently but firmly dragging you closer and closer to the brink.

I was standing over you, glancing down at my captured pet. I ran a finger down your nose. Normally this calmed you down but in amongst everything else it made you groan. I ran my finger over your lip, touching that band of gold that sat atop it.

"I never told you the secret about this piercing, did I?"

You look straight into my eyes as if there was something to remember. I smile and trace the arc of that piercing again.

"It's not just a nice little addition to your face. It does other things too. It's magical."

You feel confused. The buzzing wand intensifies and degrades your ability to concentrate.

"The place you bought it sells cursed items. I went to speak with the owner and she told me all about this little thing."

You try to cast your mind back to the day you had the piercing but everything beyond the immediate present has become hazy and soft. The pleasure of the wand and the slow, repetitive stroking of your nose work against each other to calm and excite.

"It's not just gold, for one thing. It's made from melted down golden cowbells."

The word 'cowbells' rings through your brain. The wand gets stronger and the word melts. The amount of space in your mind for thoughts is getting smaller and smaller, like a sinking island.

"Those cowbells belonged to the most valuable cows in a prize herd. They make the highest quality of milk for the richest people in the world. You're wearing part of something once owned by a king. His most prized possession."

Most of my little speech just slides right out of your head. Some of the words stick.

Prize

Owned

Possession

Cow

You feel a new sensation as I continue to trace your piercing. Even under the swelling distraction of your sexual pleasure a novel thought is growing.

"The king loved his cow and had her soul trapped in the jewellery that was made from her cowbell. There was a ring..."

I slip a heavy band onto your finger, tied and defenceless behind your back. This new thought grows more intense but you still can't quite identify it.

"A pair of lovely cowbell earrings..."

Thr cheap and cheerful studs are teased out of your ears. Heavy, jingling replacements take their place.

You can feel something stirring inside you. Your body feels different.

"A beautiful belly-button stud..."

Your own steel jewellery makes a sharp sound as it hits the floor. It doesn't wake you from the deepening magic but you gain a moment of lucidity. You know what the feeling is.

Ownership.

Your eyes, drifting under heavy, orgasmic sensations, snap open and you start to wriggle in your bindings.

No. You try to but the ring on your finger pulses and none of your muscles obey you.

The golden cow's stud on your belly fills you with a sudden emptiness. Not your stomach itself, you're not hungry, you need...

I smile warmly as I hold my hand flat against your abdomen.

"Soon, little cow. There's also this wonderful pair of nipple piercings."

But your nipples aren't-

The needle barely registers in the cascade of other sensations before heavy, thick loops of gold force their way onto your breasts. I squeeze them as they grow and fill with milk.

Milk fit for your king.

"Finally this piercing..."

It's a strange combination of lip and tongue. It links them, tying your tongue to your lip and making speech impossible.

Most speech, that is.

"There's one final piece to all this," I say, tracing a finger over that septum ring.

You are sweating, edging, and completely unable to think. The golden piercings seem to vibrate in unison, energy pulsing through you that resonates with one impulse.

I hold up a small leash with a little clip at the top. The closer it gets to your top lip the louder the piercings seem to sing.

"Moo for me."

Moo for the King

You stood no chance, really. Your first moo is almost a scream. Not just defeated but entirely overwhelmed.

I clip the leash to your nose ring and watch as you cum. Milk pours down your body, your shape begins to change and your mind shatters.

"Good cow."

You are so proud of your septum piercing. It glints atop your lip as a symbol of submission, conformity, your place as my property... The new you.

It is a shining unbroken loop of gold that signals to the universe what you are.

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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

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Never stop! It only gets betteR!!

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P.chronos

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Clipped Wings

Sarah tried to muster a smile for her daily selfie, but it was hard after another exhausting day of work as a stewardess. Stuck in a cheap hotel, far from home, ogled, flirted with, and "bumped into" all day by angry travellers. She snapped the pic, and let the smile drop. Without a conscious thought, her fingers were a blur, texting the selfie, her room number, and a proposition to the pilot who'd captained the flight that brought her to this third rate city.

Sighing and rubbing at her forehead, Sarah lamented, yet again, all the years of pilot training she'd had, to still end up here. Top marks, glowing practical experience, a real gift for flying, and yet, somehow, she was just a stewardess. She still remembered that wild day, almost a year ago, even if it didn't make any more sense now than it did then. She remembered arriving at the interview, a half dozen or so would-be pilots filing in and out of different interview rooms during a long day of formal hiring. She remembered one of the older applicants approaching her during the lunch break and asking if she was applying to be a stewardess, and laughing off her angry denial. His mumbled apology had been so quiet and strange that she'd had to focus so hard that the rest of the lunch break was a blur. She didn't think she'd even managed to eat anything! The strangest memory of all came at the end of that day however: hearing her voice turning down the job she'd been dreaming about since she was ten, and instead asking, no begging, for a job as a flight attendant. The memory of shock and confusion as her voice spoke on its own, begging herself to stop as she declared, in no uncertain terms, that she would only be accepting a job as a flight attendant, and nothing else. Even now, almost a year later, she shivered at the memory. She didn't know why she did it, didn't know why she kept the job, didn't know why every morning she woke, dressed in corporate "pretty" and spent another day plastering on a smile in the face of all the petty abuse one suffered from the public. No matter how she focused on her years of pilot training, the years of yearning to fly, the deep pride she had in her own abilities, she just couldn't make herself change her routine. Couldn't even make herself tell anyone what was happening.

There was always a single echoing thought at her core when she pushed, when she tried to change her life: I'm a stewardess at heart. Sarah didn't believe that, or at least, she didn't think she did. But no matter how many times she told herself she didn't think that, insisted she was a pilot, that thought would rebuff her, would ring in her mind, and Sarah would hear herself saying aloud, "I'm a stewardess at heart", and find herself nodding along, agreeing with herself for a while. Each time left her just as trapped, just as much a piece of eye candy distributing peanuts and soda. Sarah was starting to lose hope that she'd ever understood what had changed that day at the interview, why she did what she did lately. She was starting to wonder if maybe she was right, maybe she was a stewardess at heart.

A knock on her hotel room door interrupted yet another round of pondering. Sighing, she labored to her feet and stomped over to the door, rubbing her neck. She swung the door open, expecting some hotel worker with sheets or towels, and was shocked to see the pilot who'd flown her here with an awkward smile on his face. They exchanged greetings, him blushing and struggling to make eye contact. It was almost cute. Every stewardess finds pilots irresistibly sexy, the thought popped into Sarah's head from somewhere. It didn't feel like her thought, but Sarah liked the way it sounded on her lips as she automatically repeated it aloud. He liked the way it sounded too, judging from the look of giddy shock on his face.

Sarah prepared to apologize for saying something so crass and forward, but another thought bubbled up from a sealed part of herself. A stewardess exists to serve the needs of passengers and crew, that wasn't true, was crazy, but a warm surge of satisfaction settled over Sarah as she repeated the alien thought aloud, lavishing the word "serve" with innuendo. His eyes went wide with lust, checking up and down the hallway for onlookers. The obvious way his eyes played over her, appreciating her uniform, the long exposed leg, made her increasingly glad about her job change. If she was a pilot, no one would look at her this way. She went to say goodbye, to disappear from such a lewd act, but-- A good stewardess lives to fulfill every last need of her pilot, Sarah put so much lavish seduction into the line as spoke it, her fingers toying with her ascot, that both of their faces were beet red, heat pulsing in them both. She was far too heated to worry, to argue with herself, to resist what she wanted more than anything, which right now was to be a good stewardess. Taking a few steps back, she wordlessly invited him into her hotel room. Her meaning so obvious that started loosening his tie as he stepped in, closing the door behind him.

Kneel, said Sarah's programming, and she did. Her fingers began to unbutton her uniform jacket as the mantras implanted in her subconscious in that cafeteria echoed through her mind. Reasserting themselves, deepening her programming, further suppressing her ability to ever escape her hypnotically changed fate. Sarah repeated the deepest, most fundamental of all her programming aloud, "I'm a stewardess at heart", the implication obvious, and the pilot pounced on the woman who'd never be a pilot now, and got every last one of his needs served...

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do you have any hypnosis audio files youd recommend?

Honestly, the answer is a "maybe".

In my opinion, in my 8 years of listening to files, not even 1% qualify as something I'd consider well made. The vast majority are nsfw, and the vast majority of those just throw any actual hypnosis away for a sake of roleplay. That being said, here are some files that, in my estimation, are at a minimum decent.

And always, read the description of every file before listening, even after reading my descriptions.

There's puppy ones at the bottom, by the way.

First, not an audio file, but an itch.io game.

brainwasher_program by sleepingirl (18+)

This is the most competently made thing I will be showing. Sleepingirl is someone I would consider a good hypnotist skillwise.

There is also test hypnosis game1 and ithinktherefore, also itch.io text hypnosis games/sessions.

Next, to my knowledge, the best file I've personally stumbled on (though it still didn't quite wow me),

Failing to Resist by Jack Drago (18+)

This file is a trance trainer, as in a file meant to use the ideas of resistance and turn that idea against you. It does a passable job, and you might find it quite powerful and helpful if you have some stubborn tendencies as a subject.

Next is another passable trance trainer,

Mind Melt by LilithUnleashed (18+)

This file uses arousal to bring about a specific philosophy of trance, one you might find more conducive to effectiveness: enjoying trance for the sake of trance itself, not just using it as a means to an end. There is no wakener at the end.

Next, a twin pair of files,

The Call of the Void and Hypnotic Acceptance by LilithUnleashed

The Call of the Void is a sort of run of the mill hypnosis file meant to be looped, and designed to condition you to trance and specifically to Lilith to some extent. Hypnotic Acceptance is a conditioning file meant to be played out of trance and doesn't bring you in to it. It's a nice idea that can have some small potential benefits, it's also relaxing.

Lilith, in general, is a competent hypnotist, if not a bit... much... at times. That's more of a taste thing, though. She does a good job, and these files are good.

There is also this conditioning loop file by her which is also nice, as well as this one.

Next is one for the pups,

Collared Obedience by LilithUnleashed (18+)

This one is, at a minimum, a very enjoyable time. It creates a mental collar and links it with actual collars if you wish and have the means. It forms one made out of various concepts relating to obedience. The suggestions didn't stick for me, but I'm a tad stubborn.

Obedience 101 - Welcome to Class! by FlowLikeTea

If you haven't noticed, I like trance training files. It's primarily because they're some of the only ones that aren't trying to just do erotic roleplay with the facile idea of hypnosis and hypnotic aesthetics. It reminds me of the ASMR sphere in that way.

Anyways, this file is just nice. Not much else to mention.

Slow and Gentle Hypnotic Induction by GoddessSoft (NotSoftForWork)

Thank you, Ms. Soft, for making an actually competent SFW hypnosis file. Soft is quite the competent hypnotist, and we'll be showing a few of her files coming up, but this one remains my favorite. It's simply a very well done relaxation file by someone who knows her stuff and has a good understanding of most aspects of audio trances.

Good Puppy Clicker Training by GoddessSoft (18+)

This is a beginner-centric clicker training file by Ms. Soft. It's thorough, long, and pleasurable. If you haven't noticed, I have not recommended files intended to make you finish in any way. I don't like them. They do not work for me. You'll have to ask someone else. That being said, GoddessSoft's page on the link has many different puppy files to listen to. Most deal with that.

Puppydog Fractionation by GoddessSoft (18+)

Another not-specifically-nsfw-focused puppy file from Ms. Soft. If I recall right, the sound balancing might be a little iffy on this one, though. Fair warning.

That's all I remember for now, but I might have more recommendations in the future. I hope you enjoy, and be sure to tell me how you respond to some of them. Enjoy!

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Fucking them in missionary so I can nuzzle and kiss their pretty face, holding hands while I breed them, our tummies warmly squished together as I fuck a load in <3

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I'm sure once read it a couple dozen times and if you think about it long and hard enough...it will make PERFECT sense in the end. Drip.. Drool... DROP Good girl

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Hunched over

Fingers in your cunt

Flicking your swollen clit

Glazed, porn-sick eyes

Mouth open and drooling

You're becoming the perfect fuck toy

And it feels so good...

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"you make my brain fuzzy" good. let me take away your ability to think. be my mindless little pet.