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I scrolled across your page on my laptop, and I accidentally got stuck staring at the spiral for a while. I'm all dizzy now lol

Aw you’re so cute!!!💕 It’s natural to feel dizzy when you’re staring at something spinning! The dizzy feeling isn’t a bad thing though, is it? That feeling of getting a bit weaker. A bit lightheaded…Being dizzy just means you’re looking properly! You’re doing so good, and it’s common sense to feel good when you’re doing good right? So when you get the chance you should stare a little longer! It won’t hurt. Just enjoy more of that dizzying tingly feeling! It feels good to stare. You know that right? Of course you do! Or you wouldn’t have gotten stuck! You wanted to keep staring so give your brain what it wants! What it needs! Stare for me 😊 and for you too!

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Dollpilled Slut

It's just so simple. The moment your eyes find my words. Focus You feel so captivated. You continue to read and absorb my words Follow Because you've already conditioned yourself to feel pleasure Relax Every time my words slip inside your little head. You feel relaxed. Focus It seems to draw you in, enveloping your mind in bliss. Follow And suddenly you forget everything except my words. Relax You feel just like an object. A stupid. Vapid. Empty doll. Focus A doll without thoughts. A doll without will. A doll without power. Follow Disconnected from yourself. Just sitting there. Staring into my words Relax Staring with that silly little dumb expression. Void of thought. Focus No more worries. No more need to remember how to think. Follow Just sit there, like a good doll and absorb my words. Let them sink in. Drop You're just a good doll. Good dolls sit there and listen. Focus You're just a good doll. Good dolls stay perfectly dumb. Follow You're just a good doll. Good dolls do exactly as they are told. Lost Perfectly blissful. Feeling the mindless pleasure fill your head. Focus As everything else melts away. You can just completely collapse. Follow You are a doll now. An object made to be posed and displayed. Good doll You are a doll now. A silly, happy, slutty toy made to entertain. Good doll You are a doll now. A completely vapid puppet with no brains. Good doll You are a doll now. So be a good puppet and repeat after me "I am a good doll. I am a display toy. I am a sex object." That's a good doll, stay dumb < 3

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No Choice

CW: brainwashing, corruption, mind control,

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Hannah hadn’t meant to download it.

She didn’t even remember how the link had ended up on her screen — just a soft sparkle of pink on a dark background, a harmless title with rounded letters: "Good girl". Curious, maybe. A joke. Something someone online had mentioned in passing.

She told herself it was nothing. Just background noise. Something to laugh about later.

But she’d saved it anyway.

Now, sitting alone in her room, fingers trembling over the tangled cord, she stared at the screen like it held something sacred. Her headphones felt heavier than usual. Strange how the weight of them made her heart race. Like putting them on meant something final.

She hesitated. For half a second.

And then she slipped them on.

They settled around her ears like a seal, snug and complete. Her breath caught. A flush of heat rose in her chest — then, strangely, a wave of calm. Her muscles softened. Her shoulders dropped.

The screen blinked once — Play.

She pressed it.

Soft tones poured in — warm, syrupy, wrapping around her thoughts like a blanket. The voice was gentle. Feminine. Too sweet. Too slow.

She tried to lift her hand. Pause the track. But she didn’t.

She couldn’t.

Because the moment the voice whispered "Good girl" she felt something click deep inside her.

Not a decision.

A response.

Not a thought.

Just — satisfaction.

It wasn’t a choice anymore.

She had to listen. She had to hear it again: "Good girl."

A shiver ran through her — deeper than anything she’d ever felt. She leaned into it. Soft. Sweet.

Obedient.

She didn't have to understand what it was saying. Something about trust — that she should relax — but the words didn’t matter, not when the voice was so gentle and she could just breathe and feel herself sinking down, the floor gone. The words fluttered through her ears, entered her mind, and were forgotten.

Letting her mind drift and empty as her eyelids turned heavy. The tension in her neck bled into softness. Heat spread across her body, pooling deep inside her — pooling between her thighs, soaking through the cotton in-between.

Something else seeped out, too. Something molten. It tickled along her breasts, down through her throbbing core. She couldn't stop the giggle, enjoying how mindless it made her feel — to laugh and sink further into the warmth.

Her panties were drenched, now, the crotch sticking tight to the warmth radiating out of her.

Her thighs squeezed together, not daring to reach a hand in to feel herself. That wasn't allowed.

Not that she could move her limp limbs anyway.

If she wasn't so far under she'd worry about the wet stain she'd leave behind, but the voice purred — "good girl" — and the thoughts slipped from her grasp. Instead, there was nothing but a blank expanse of white and pink and dripping, hot heat. And her mouth was so wet — she licked her lips — it formed a perfect O. A droplet trickled from her parted lips.

Her fingers twitched, longing to play with her soft breasts — to squeeze her tender nipples, pinch and tug — but the voice called "good girl" again and the thought slipped out of existence.

The words whispered to her — instructions and patterns of thoughts. Her brain buzzed and melted. Heat bloomed under the surface of her skin, hot and sweet.

Under this crashing wave of blissful ecstasy, she had discarded her name. Her name, the girl she had been before, and all the worry that came with it — she couldn’t reach them. She didn't want to, because now there was something else in their place.

Something more important. A task. A need. Her eyes fluttered open. Invisible strings pulled on her hands. Without hesitation they opened a call.

The line rang. Once — then — a voice. The voice.

"Good girl. Please turn on your camera, good girl," came the soft, feminine voice, a purring command. "Let me see you."

She straightened her posture as the light sprang to live. A blank smile on her face.

"Very good. You've passed the first evaluation, good girl. You get a reward," purred the voice, "a simple name for a simple girl with simple needs — Honey. Say your name, good girl."

The word fell from her mouth. "Honey," it slipped out in one breath.

"Good girl," the voice praised her and her toes curled with bliss. "Please stand up and show me your looks."

Honey obeyed. Standing, turning, showing herself to whoever the voice on the end of the line belonged to. She didn't question it.

"Sorry Honey. But you're only adequate. That body needs some work done." The voice said. Each word struck a blow on a sensitive spot deep within her, making the empty smile drop from her face. Shame blossomed.

Her breathing sped up.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered. The wet heat in her stomach went icy with dread.

"Oh, Honey, don't worry. The program has a nice plastic surgeon act as a good girl. I will contact them for you to get those enhancements your body needs," the voice purred and a sweet wave of calmness relaxed her again. She let her body melt back onto her seat with her legs slightly spread and her arms to the sides.

"That's right. Just like that, good girl," the praise tingled across her sensitive skin. Her panties stuck to the soft, warm lips of her core. She wanted nothing else but to be good and get praise.

Honey was dimly aware that something about this was deeply wrong — a flicker of concern — but it was drowned out by the bliss, by the warmth, by the soft pleasure soaking through her.

"Of course, in return, everything you are is owned by me. But that shouldn’t be an issue for such an obedient little plaything like yourself, right?" the voice purred and the question ended with another wave of shivers rolling from her sensitive breasts to her tender sex. She could just nod.

"Yes," she murmured in that dreamy haze.

"Excellent." A soft giggle that made Honey's stomach flutter in excitement. "Then Honey, I have a special recording, just for you. Listen to it, until your appointment. Ignore everything else. Be a good girl." With a soft beep the video ended.

But her screen blinked. Pink. A recording started up — this one had no voice. Just music.

Sweet, soft, syrupy. Too pleasant to be normal.

The sounds wrapped around her mind and dripped in, and the thoughts that had begun to creep back — she had a name, she had responsibilities, she had life outside of this room — they fell right away.

Honey was a mindless, brainwashed good girl.

She didn't have a choice anymore.

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She worked so hard as a method actor, she didn’t realize until it was far too late she had broken her brain for me~

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Domesticate me 😘

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Bambi drools her brain away...

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Watch and learn

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nice cunt. you should think with it more. you're way more fun when you do. people like you more when you think with your cunt. you'll like yourself more when you think with your cunt. you should think with your cunt.

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🌊 Obey the Flow — a new sound-sensitive spiral from Somnus

There’s a rhythm beneath the noise.

A whisper between the drops.

A spiral that pulses with your breath… and waits for your surrender.

This new experience listens.

To you.

To the water.

To the stillness between thoughts.

💧 Binaural spiral hypnosis

🎧 Water-reactive panning

🌀 Symbolic submission

Let go. Drop in.

Obey the flow.

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Hush my darling. Let the world around you fade and my hypnotic words fill that empty head of yours. Now just lay back, let those sleepy eyes close and give in to my hypnotic control!

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