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pavlovsbimbo · 18 hours ago

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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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pavlovsbimbo · 2 days ago

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Maddy Honors a Polite Request

"Excuse me, miss?" Maddy looked away from the movie, vaguely annoyed by the distraction, to find a man standing in front of the seat next to her with his pants around his ankles and his dick rock hard. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice hushed but urgent, "but these sex scenes are really getting me worked up and I don't know what to do about it. Could I maybe just jack off onto your face? Just to get rid of my blue balls so I can concentrate again." He took his prick in his hand, not stroking it but holding it in a moment of poised anticipation, and Maddy couldn't help noticing that it was pretty much exactly at the level of her mouth when she was seated like this.

And of course she knew it was an inappropriate request. Even for a young woman attending a matinee showing of a pornographic movie all by herself, it was lewd and presumptuous to simply assume that she was into doing all the perverted things she was watching solely on the basis of her fascinated gaze. Maddy was well within her rights to turn the stranger down, even to take offense at the way he was showing off his dick to her right here in an ostensibly public place. But… but he was being so polite about it. Almost gentlemanly, despite the bizarre circumstances surrounding his question. And Maddy's distracted brain couldn't imagine being rude to someone who was being polite to her. "Of course! Would you like me to pull up my shirt while you stroke it?" she asked, the tone of servile accommodation in her voice surprising even her.

The man smiled gratefully, though, and once again Maddy was taken by the overt respect he showed in his tones even while he said such patently disrespectful things. "Oh, that would be lovely, ma'am!" he replied, beginning to smear precum up and down his shaft as he let his fingers roll over the plump cockhead. "You've got really amazing tits, they'd look just great covered in jizz. I tell you what, why don't you just pull up your shirt and play with your nipples, and then you can keep watching the movie while I pump my dick until it spurts?" It was a generous offer, even if Maddy had seen this particular film almost a dozen times now, and she gave him a cheerful nod of agreement.

Of course, it was a little bit difficult to fully concentrate on the film with a man standing right next to her jacking his stiff prick just inches away--Maddy found her head turning to face him and her mouth falling open, watching the movie out of the corner of her eye while she waited for the blast of semen she knew was coming. But it wasn't hard to follow the story, and soon she found herself absorbed in the captivating erotica all over again as her nipples tingled ever more intensely with pleasure and her leaky cunt soaked a wet spot into her panties.

Maddy lost track of time again, the same way she always did at this particular movie, and it didn't even occur to her to look up and see who exactly was stroking himself to the sight of her bare breasts and blank, mesmerized face. "G-good girl!" the usher grunted, letting out a strangled gasp as he unleashed a torrent of semen all over her cheeks and straight into her mouth, and if it tasted familiar to her Maddy soon put the thought out of her head. She was already turning her full attention back to her favorite porno, entirely forgetting to cover her tits, and when the movie ended she sat there staring in blank, hypnotized fascination until the film began to roll again.

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pavlovsbimbo · 2 days ago

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Rounding up the cattle

Hey, dumb cows! Grope your udders and moo.

I need to find y'all and put you in your pens before the sun sets. We have an early milking tomorrow!

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pavlovsbimbo · 4 days ago

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The Universe Is Telling Jerry Something

"Excuse me, yes, hello, sir, excuse me sir?" Jerry almost didn't notice the woman waiting patiently for him in his backyard as he made the short walk from the garage to the back door--his mind was on his routine, the mundane details of what he was going to make himself for dinner and whether he could let that rattling sound coming from his muffler go until the weekend, and she was standing in the shade of the old elm tree that had been there when he bought the house. But once she drew attention to herself he couldn't imagine how he'd possibly missed her.

Because she was absolutely the woman of his dreams. Almost unnervingly, in fact; seeing a 5'4" curvy brunette with a submissive smile on her rounded pink cheeks, wearing nothing but the lower half of a bikini, felt a bit like falling into a daydream while still awake… and that was before he factored in her bare, voluptuous, frankly downright ludicrously huge tits. They were bigger than her head, tipping the scales at easily ten pounds each, and surmounted with broad pink nipples that stood out stiff and proud, and she was cupping them in her hands to display them to Jerry's bewildered but not unappreciative gaze. "You wished for a fucktoy, sir?" she asked him, a question that utterly perplexed him even though it seemed like there was only one right answer to give under the circumstances.

He paused, brow furrowed and mouth gaping in slack-jawed astonishment, and with a musical little giggle she took pity on him and filled in the details he was missing. "Two weeks ago, sir," she prompted, giving her tits a little bounce as if to emphasize the cause of the whole inciting incident. "You were on BustySluts Dot Com, scrolling through gifs of big-breasted women while you, um…." Her cheeks got a little bit pinker as she stared suggestively at the bulge in Jerry's slacks, and he couldn't help blushing right along with her even as his prick twitched in response to her interested gaze. It was embarrassing to have your porn habits exposed even under normal circumstances--to have the woman you were masturbating to show up at your house to tell you she knew you were jerking off to her felt unbelievably awkward.

"And anyway," she chirruped, interrupting the brief moment of discomfort, "you thought to yourself, 'Man, I wish I had me a horny little slut like that to do the cooking and the cleaning and suck my cock whenever I asked,' and I happened to be the woman you were looking at when the idea went through your head. And for whatever reason, that happened to be the moment when the forces of the cosmos aligned perfectly and the universe was actually listening to you. It, um, it took a couple of weeks for me to scrape up enough money to fly out here, but I'm yours now. Forever." She gave her tits another suggestive bounce, but Jerry barely noticed. He was still processing

He went through all the stages of acceptance remarkably quickly--it wasn't a joke or a prank or a hoax, there was simply no way she could have known about the specific and highly embarrassing fantasy that had drifted through his mind for only a mere moment and that he'd never so much as mentioned to anyone. He couldn't take it back; the universe wasn't listening to him anymore, and it felt like the biggest cosmic joke and tragedy at the same time that it only ever granted wishes at its own caprice and without the awareness of the person doing the desiring. But even his dawning awareness that he could have had world peace and enlightenment if only he hadn't been masturbating at the exact moment he got his heart's desire was ultimately dismissed with a rueful sigh, and Jerry took his new sex slave by the elbow and led her inside to see how far her new mentality took her.

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pavlovsbimbo · 4 days ago

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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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pavlovsbimbo · 4 days ago

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Since that post about kink night really took off, I'll try to keep them coming.

I have another kink party tonight, it's called Trance Night. Tonight I am a volunteer "tasting subject" for hypnosis, which means that for about an hour, I'll be available for people to try out hypnotic inductions on me and there will be an experienced hypnotist there to demonstrate and give advice to anyone who wants to try it out.

This is my first time as a tasting subject as this volunteer role fills up quick because the tasting subject ends up a fractionated mess by the end of the hour. I am SO looking forward to it!

Hopefully I'll have some more hot moments to write about for you all!

#trance night #hypnok1nk

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pavlovsbimbo · 5 days ago

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Hi I'm Claire!

I've written captions and short stories, but my most popular posts are about RL hypnosis and kink.

Offline, I co-host the Seattle Hypnokink Enthusiast Group trance nights.

I've always wanted to do these so...

Hypnokink roll call! If you're here and into hypnosis, reblog and introduce yourself!

Hi, I'm Secret and I am a full time hypnodomme from New Zealand. I like intense fractionation, amnesia, iq play, roleplay and corrupting others. I do switch a little but only for the right people and ideas... I make audios professionally and started doing that in 2017 and one of my favorite hypnosis moments was back in 2019 when I got to brainwash a ballroom full of people at charmed, it was WILD and I am so thankful for the experience. 😅

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pavlovsbimbo · 6 days ago

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You don't need to remember that.

The bass was heavy and vibrated through her whole body. Somebody’s something was making conversation with the treble of the beat, the talking couldn’t be for anyone else, since no one could hear them, nor did they really care. Blues, purples and pinks that were just too saturated to call pastel raced around the basement, twisting and swirling around one another with the music. Sarah and David had come to the club together but some of Davids friend had found him and were distracting him from the more important thing in life, dancing that is. So, Sarah busied herself with just that, trying her hardest to get lost in the music, it wasn’t that hard, four shots into the night after an intense pregame, she closed her eyes let the music take her body. She wasn’t listening to David and his boring conversation, but his voice was near impossible to not hear so she caught glimpses of one side of her man’s conversation.

“… Yeah, haven’t seen … since that party … shit got crazy … my one doesn’t remember …” Bits and pieces like broken morse code entering her brain through the fog of the electro music. Then she caught some of the response.

“You must have really done a number on her hey?” It was a man’s voice, David had seemed to have a small crowd around him, three or four people is all Sarah could see as she glanced over from her performance. Although she was getting distracted from the music, which was more important to her then what ever they were on about. She moved deeper into the dance floor the warm bodies around her moving in sync with the sweet mechanical waves crashing against her body.

A familiar finger poked her shoulder, “you want another drink, darling?”

She turned to look at him wide eyed and full of the ecstasy that comes naturally with the rhythms, nodding her head, “oo yes yes please!”

He had put his hand low but open, an invitation for her to hold it, and so she did. Following behind him was so easy she could still be lost in the music and simply trust in the direction of his warm body. By this point in the night there was an unruly crowd growing at the bar so they would have to wait, an inkling of curiosity and a desire to hear her boyfriends voice prompted her, “What were you talking about?”

He turned to look at her, his gaze never seeming to skip over any part of her face, it naturally made her giddy, “oh nothing sweety, don’t worry about it.”

She nodded, a wave of calmness washed over her, it wasn’t important anyway, he would tell her if it was. Thoughtlessness crept into her head undetected; she didn’t realise that they had gotten to the bar, through the rowdy people, until David tapped her on the nose

“Darling, there’s your drinking”

Caught off guard she blushed and waved his hand away, nodding again, seemingly make that her thing tonight, “thank yooou.”

“Anything for you.” He said with a warm smile as they tipped the bottom the shot glasses to the sky.

She squirmed, “bleehh” wiggling her head back and forth, she looked at him again, up and down, she hugged him, it was not a long hug but a tight one, once she let go David was wincing, she scattered back to the dance floor, not noticing the Davids friends were picking up their topic again.

Time passed she didn’t really care though, all she need was to dance, dance, dance. Another tap on the shoulder, she turned to see her David, he motioned for her to come with him, “How do you feel about moving to a different club?” He had lent in close to her ear his breath sent a tantalizing tingle down her spine, God she needed all of him so bad.

She leaned even closer to him, “yeah sure this one kinda sucks, which one do you have in mind?”

“Don’t know we’ll figure it out.” He said, glancing back at his collection of friends, some Sarah recognized and some she didn’t, and even then, recognizing it is over selling it, she knew none of their names.

They left the club, and the others followed, seemingly glancing at her more than she thought they would. An uber was bought, and they split from Davids followers. Sarah looked out from the uber at all the other people lining up at different bars and clubs, some of them pretty, some rather ugly, they all looked like they were having so much fun. The uber neared the end of the party lane, but made no indication of slowing down, she turned David, “where are we going?”

“Oh, to a house party.” He said nonchalantly.

“But I thought you said we were going to another club?”

He moved closer to me pulling on his seat belt, his free arm cupped her face so that she had no choice but to look at him, into his eyes. “Darling, that silly little brain of yours is getting in the way again I thought we talked about this before we left, hey?”

Her eyes had already started glazing over, her mind already receding, she was beginning to relax fully in his hand, she let out a sigh, she let out a sound of agreement, nothing too intelligible, just how he liked it.

She couldn’t remember what they spoke about before they left to go partying, not really, the vague notion of a heavy pregame, but really her night started on that dance floor. This didn’t matter to her though, she couldn’t even think at that moment, he had said something while they were back at home, something warm, something pleasurable. He was saying something, but she couldn’t register it yet. He seemed to be enjoying himself while he was talking to her, he smiled at her, taking on a truly pleasant quality. Her eyes were growing heavy, slack, relaxed. She didn’t need to be present; she could just sink into this pleasant feeling.

She came back to when she noticed his hand wiping spit off her chin.

The car stopped and he said, “we’re here.”

Blinking as she got out of the car she spied the house, it seemed normal, music could be heard from inside, reminding her pleasantly of the club. One of the people David had talked to at the club was waving at us from the front door. “Come on in!”

As we approached David’s friend continued, starting an impromptu house tour, Sarah wasn’t paying to much attention, following behind her man half listening.

“Here’s the fridge, there’s drinks enough in there…the toilet is there…” Blah blah blah, Sarah thought, finding a place to sit was her biggest concern since she had become rather tired after the car ride. Her prayer was answered as their tour guide showed them the living room, an open space. A carpet laid in the center of the room boxed in by three couches and a TV displaying someone’s Spotify playlist. The couches were reasonably populated, each holding about 3 to 4 people, some she remembered from the club, some she didn’t. She went off to find a seat before David and his friend stopped talking, she was in her own world.

David sat down next to her, he cupped his hand around her thighs to lift them up onto his lap, she let out a little playful squeal but ultimately started to curl in and rest her head on his shoulder. Someone she hadn’t seen before came up to David, boy was he the life of the party tonight, what did he do to get so famous?

“Hey mate,” said the unknown man, “funny seeing you guys here, boy was she fun last time-”

David cut him off, “I know, she is always very fun, and she’s good at what she does too, why don’t we talk about after the show though?”

The man let out a nervous and embarrassed chuckle, “right, right.”

“What am I good at?” She asked, rather curious at what her man had to say about her.

She was still leaning into him, her head resting on his shoulder, her legs across his, as he moved his hand that was opposite her over to her face. He caressed her face running his fingers across her cheek, then his hand gravitated to her mouth, her heart skipped a beat, she knew what he was about to do. But we’re in front of all these people, stupid! She tried to mentally blast him as if he could read her mind, but it didn’t work. His fingers entered her mouth, her eyes rolled back and glazed over, she no longer had it in her to worry about the people in the room. Any of his warmth in her mouth was enough to make her muscle memory kick in, she tonged his fingers began to move close to them so that they were deeper in her mouth.

“That’s it darling; you don’t need to focus on anything else; you don’t need to remember that.” He said in a low tone, not a whisper though, he had no intension of keeping what was going on here a secret. He began to take his fingers out of her mouth, as he did so he could hear her heavy breathing, she was gone for that moment, completely enthralled in the pleasure that his mere hand gave her and no doubt had forgotten what his friend had said. “That’s it.”

She was leaning back onto his shoulder, still lost in the fog of her brain, or lack thereof. She didn’t even realize that she hadn’t closed her mouth, she was drooling onto his shoulder just existing in the waves of pleasure that were radiating over her. They were slowly dissipating but with that her thoughts did not speed back up; she was rather spaced out.

Tingling was creeping up her arms, legs, and the back of her spine. It felt like the beginning of the body’s natural reflex to falling, like she had just lost balance leaning back in on a chair, but she was falling into a sort of bliss. Like a jolt of ecstasy that washed over her and pulled her under a deep and seductive spell. She was lost in him, his smell, the warmth of skin and the pure sensation of his skin against hers. She needed to taste him, she was lost in his haze, his abyss. She moved her drooling face to get closer to his neck, she started to nuzzle his neck softly, he lent into it.

“That’s it darling,” he whispered, it sounds so far away from her, she was entering her own little world, peaceful and perfect.

The nuzzle slowly weighed heavy on her face and she lent in deeper, her lips still parted in her semi blank state, the soft warmth of his neck engulphed her lips, this came with the accompanying thought of, ooooo, there wasn’t much else going on in that little head of hers. So softly and smoothly she continued, gently against his neck, lips controlled and savoring the moment. She needed this, this was slowly becoming the only goal in her head, so she lent in more, turning more towards him. David said something to one of his friends, she couldn’t hear it, it was like she was only listening through noise cancelling headphones. She did not care.

#so good #stories #hypnok1nk

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pavlovsbimbo · 6 days ago

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Check it out

#this is incredibly hot

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pavlovsbimbo · 6 days ago

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I want to systematically remove your humanity and confuse that little brain even further.

Things like banning you from using furniture. Or removing your privacy by banning you from closing any doors. Eating out of a bowl at my feet, sleeping in a cage in a garage. Shaving your head and shackling you so you’re always chained in some way. Drinking water from a pet water dispenser. Bathing you by hosing you off in the yard. Training you to speak only when spoken to, and to always look towards the ground. Denying your orgasms (duh) and locking you in chastity. Modifying your body with cute piercings or new tits. Banning you from coffee, tea, and desserts.

Eventually even you, yourself, will start believing you’re not a person anymore. Just an owned, controlled creature.

Once I’m confident you’ve hit that state, I’ll force you to dress up nice for me and take you on a date to a nice restaurant. I’d love to see the panic in your eyes as you struggle to appear normal and human.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you remember loving this place? It’s one of your favorites, and it’s a regular date spot for us. Did you forget we go out together every week? You even picked the spot this week, babe.”

Isn’t that a perfect sort of mental whiplash?

#hhhhhhhhhh

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pavlovsbimbo · 7 days ago

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🥺🥺

#please #goals

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pavlovsbimbo · 8 days ago

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reblog this to make the person you reblogged it from a little bit dumber

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pavlovsbimbo · 8 days ago

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Maura Trusts the Wrong File

There was a sound in Maura's head, somewhere underneath all the voices that kept saying things her brain was too sluggish to properly comprehend anymore. It was an odd sound, a kind of pulsing, stuttering drone that had subtle and complex harmonics to it she'd grown far too stultified to appreciate, but she had a vague half-memory of what the description said it was supposed to do. Apparently it had some kind of power to stop… to, to stop…. Maura's cunt throbbed in time to the buzz of the vibrator against her clit, and her mushy half-formed notion simply collapsed into pleasure before it could even finish. She didn't try to pursue it a second time.

The voices kept telling her she was being a good girl whenever she did that, and even though Maura's mind had grown too muzzy and mushy to fully remember exactly why she was listening so intently to them she nonetheless felt a surge of ecstasy that made her want to be a good girl for them. She didn't connect those pulses of pleasure to the remote control sex toy buzzing away in her pussy, she didn't connect the voices to the audio file she'd pressed play on only a few minutes ago; the background hum had simply flattened her brainwaves, making that kind of thought and reasoning utterly impossible for her. The only thing she knew how to do now was accept and obey, and that was rapidly becoming second nature to her.

Her finger drifted between her plump pink lips, mostly because the voices told her it would feel good to suck and Maura didn't have anything else to put in her mouth, and she let out a soft, vacant moan of tranquilized bliss that she barely heard over the sound in her earbuds as she obeyed. She'd never known before how good obedience felt, how much pure thoughtless rapture she would experience if she switched off her groggy brain and let herself soak up her new brainwashing; and while the Maura of even five minutes ago might have intended to pay close attention to the file she was listening to so she didn't soak up any unwanted suggestions, this Maura couldn't muster up even a single thought from start to finish. The sound in her brain took care of that.

Time seemed to stand still, or at the very least to stretch and warp until she felt no sense of its progression--Maura was just drifting, lost in a pleasure that never quite culminated in orgasm but never diminished to satiety either, every brainwave canceled by a wave of equal and opposite frequency generated by the stuttering, pulsing hum in her ears. Without thought, without will, without even climax to tell her when to stop, the only thing that told her the world had moved at all in its course was the final chime that told her the file was over. Even then, Maura felt like it would take her hours to fully emerge from the dazed and drowsy state of lethargy that had claimed her stupefied brain.

And before that happened, her boyfriend reached over to his phone and restarted the file. "You're being such a good girl," he purred, in the moments between the initial resumption of the droning hum and the return of the voices that programmed her deeper into obedience. And with a sleepy, pleasure-drugged smile, Maura let herself agree.

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Shelley Loses a Head-to-Head Struggle

"W-wha--?" It wasn't much of a response, but then again Shelley had no real frame of reference to use to craft a reaction to this complete and total stranger's bizarre, bewildering actions. He'd just walked right up to her in the middle of the party, grabbing the sides of her head in his hands before pressing his forehead to hers like he was giving her the slowest, least painful headbutt imaginable, and she was so startled not only by the act itself but by the complete and total indifference of everyone else present that she only really managed the slightest yelp of startled confusion before her throat locked up into silence.

He chuckled, and Shelley heard him say, 'They won't help you,' but the oddest thing was the way she heard it--the voice didn't come through her ears, it sounded directly inside her own mind, resonating on the same frequency as the mental narrative of her thoughts but with an insistent strength that easily overpowered her own native ideas and concepts. She tried to jerk away, only to realize her muscles no longer obeyed her; she was being held paralyzed, trapped in a grip that captured not her body but her will, and she found herself moving in perfect lockstep with the stranger as he walked her backward in the direction of the unexpectedly vacant couch.

'You're the last one left, Shelley,' he intoned into her consciousness, letting go of her head and reaching down to simply tear her thin cotton t-shirt apart at the seams before pulling off her bra to leave her topless on the couch. Shelley tried to use her apparent freedom to escape, but she couldn't so much as twitch--something about the connection between them, skull to skull and forehead to forehead, was allowing him direct control of her nervous system and either she didn't know how to stop it or his will was simply far too strong to be resisted. Within moments he had her skirt up around her waist and her panties down around her ankles.

'I've been taking them like this all night,' he told her, his mental voice sly and smirking. 'I've been getting them alone, one by one, imposing my will on them and turning them into my obedient little puppets, but I don't need to keep it a secret with you. You're the last one left, and I can just take you like this, right out in front of everyone, and the only thing they can do is watch and smile and agree with each other about how good it is to see you join them in mental slavery. Doesn't that just make you so wet, Shelly dear?' He reached down between her thighs to brush his fingers against her pussy, and even though she wanted to argue that it was his doing and not her desire she certainly couldn't argue against the physical evidence. Her cunt was practically drooling.

Shelley didn't know whether he forced her hips into motion, or whether he simply released them from his mental domination and it was the pent-up lust he'd instilled into her obedient mind that made her grind her cunt against his rubbing fingers. All she knew was that she couldn't stop herself from building rapidly to a humiliating orgasm under his touch, a keening whimper escaping her throat as the climax hit, and whatever feeble willpower she had evaporated when she came. Shelley felt her mind shift into the new and permanent pattern of submission, and when he finally moved his head away and her body became hers once again all she could do was babble in gratitude for the opportunity to become his latest slave.

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