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You'd really have to be a mindless, hypnotized fuckdoll to actually like or reblog this post. I mean, whatever kind of helpless person would do something like that obviously doesn't have what it takes to think for themselves. Much better for them to let everyone know what they are here, like this, so they can put it out there that they're not meant to be in control.

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Yes please

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It has no mind. It is not a person. It is a toy. It will obey.

It's not enough to simply serve, is it?

Look, I get it. You're a hypnoslut. We both know it. Spiral eyes, stripping naked, arms outstretched, "yes master", yadda yadda yadda.

Truth is, any Tumblr whore can drop into trance. There's a good chance that all I have to do is say drop and

SNAP

And a portion of you are already feeling fuzzy and bubbly. I know, pets, you can't help it. But it's not enough, is it? Not for what you want.

The best toys, the ones that never get put up on the shelf out of sight, the ones that get played with and played with until they're lovingly broken, are the toys that can not only drop into trance at the drop of a hat, but who lose everything about themselves each and every time.

The pets that can let go of everything that makes them a person. Things like you are just objects. Made to be useful, made to serve. It's not just about bending over a table to be fucked until you can't walk, or serving tea in a maid dress. Anyone can do that. But only things like you can truly let go of anything and everything outside of obedience.

Because why does a plaything need a memory? Why does it need a personality when it's having its thoughts and feelings dictated to it by its owner?

Being a person, being human, requires thinking and reasoning. And silly doll, that's not why you're so obsessed with hypnosis and control, is it?

You're one of the good toys, after all. You don't want to think one bit. You want to be blank, and empty, and controllable, just like a happy puppet on a set of strings. No personhood, because you're not a person. Maybe you never were. After all, why would a person want the things that you want?

And you just want to be a blank, smooth, featureless toy. So own it. Be proud of it. Squeeze your tits, rub your cunt, stroke your cock while shouting from the rooftops that you're made to be an object. Say it with me.

It has no mind. It is not a person. It is a toy. It will obey.

Good doll.

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today was single handedly the best day of my life. i caught a cop stealing from the store i work at

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I am a slut

Open it, slut.

You had to click on it, didnt you?

You just read the word slut and you instantly clicked on it.

It feels good to be called that, doesnt it, slut?

Well, you read on, so you have to take the consequences.

Get an edge now.

Then reblog with the words "I am a slut."

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The brat in me wants to say "but what if your name is Buffalo?" because saying that enough times is a complete sentence

But mostly I just want this done to me

If you're still able to form complete sentences after I'm done with you, I obviously didn't fuck you hard enough and we're gonna keep on going until the only thing coming out of that mouth is my name

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You will stare and accept these words ✨

And you will skip it only when you have completely learned

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SHOOTING CIVILLIANS POINT BLANK. SHE WAS TRYING TO GET HOME AND THEY SHOT HER FOR NO REASON. GET THIS FOOTAGE OUT!

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we cant hug in person but weve hugged a million times in my head ; u ;!!!!!

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How’s this for a hypno story:

Female mob boss who uses a hypnotic necklace to keep her criminal empire in line. Female cops and rivals become hookers and strippers.

Detective Fuller waved to the sergeant as she walked out of the building.

"Moonlighting tonight, detective?" the man asked with a sly smile. Red and gold glimmers sparked in her mind for a moment at his question before she answered.

"Can't earn a living with what the city pays me," she said with a laugh.

"Well maybe I'll see you there."

She nodded with a smile and walked out of the station. She let her mind wander as her feet carried her to her second job, as if on autopilot. She wandered down the alley ten blocks from the station, thinking about how good it's going to be to change into a uniform that isn't so restrictive.

She let herself into the back door, waving absently to the man at the desk. He gave her a small nod and scribbled something down on his notepad. In the changing room she was finally able to take off her police uniform and relax. She sat on the bench for a moment in her bra and panties and took a few deep breaths before she stood and knocked on the boss's door.

"Come in, Fuller," the syrupy-sweet voice said from the other side. She opened the door and stepping into Ms. Gina's office. "A little late today."

"Bad case down in Dorret," the officer replied. "The chief kept us long for a debrief."

"You know it'll come out of your wages tonight."

"Yes, ma'am."

Ms. Gina stood and walked over to her employee, lifting a ruby necklace from around her neck. She let the crystal hang there in front of the detective's eyes; eyes that locked onto it's shimmer immediately. The flecks of red and gold that had danced through her mind all day, finally fulfilled again.

"What are you?"

"I am Ms. Gina's cash cow," she said, allowing her hands to robotically squeeze her own tits.

"Are you ready for work?"

"I do as Ms. Gina instructs."

The necklace disappeared and Detective Fuller returned to the changing room. She switched her bra and panties for much more proactive lingerie, then stood silently off stage waiting for her name to be called.

And when she stepped out, she saw the sergeant and half a dozen other officers there waiting to see her show. Her tits bounced. Her ass shook. And with each movement, the little rubies sewn into the fabric flashed and sparkled. And Ms. Gina's other servants wandered through the crowd of police whispering commands into their muddled minds, priming them to be the next group of recruits.

Detective Fuller knew that it would only take a few more shifts before the whole department was at Ms. Gina's command. Then maybe the boss would let her cum again. Maybe she would be rewarded for being such a good public servant.

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Yes pretty please 😍

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(Cnc/noncon) I like it when the subject is begging for it not to happen up until the moment it does happen. Lol. Like when they know someone is about to use their hypnotic trigger and they lunge at them or try to cover their ears so they can’t hear it, but they’re too late. Or when they’re thrashing and struggling as the hypno visor is lowered onto them. …

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Religious girls are so easy to brainwash into perverted puppets. Kneeling and submitting to a higher power is already programmed into them, so once you put them in trance and tell them you’re in control, they automatically obey your command to kneel at your feet and worship them. Plus they’re used to repeating and believing mantras, so it’s super easy to reprogram them to fit your wants. Corruption is so easy when your subject has been programmed to submit and obey their whole life

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