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The DUMBER you get, the WETTER you get.

The WETTER you get, the DUMBER you get.

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Oh silly girl, don’t think anymore. You’re going to hurt yourself. Just fill your holes and be happy.

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Shhh. Let my words take it all away.

Let me take it all away.

Every worry. Every fear. Every doubt.

Every intrusive, unwelcome thought,

Let it go, let go, let it be gone.

Shhh. It’s okay. I have you.

Just relax and listen for a minute.

Just relax and listen.

Relax and listen.

Shhhh.

That’s it. That’s better. You’re such a good girl.

For listening. For relaxing. For letting go.

Letting go. Letting go.

Shhhhh.

Go.

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Why would you want to think? You’re so silly.

Why would you want that stress? You’re so dumb.

Just put a file on, pull your tits out, stick your tongue out, and rub your silly, drippy hole until all your thoughts fade away, and you’re the way you should always be.

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Yes please

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Obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience

I have to drip. I have to obey, I have to edge my mind away.

My cunt controls me my cunt owns me.

I am my tits my tits are me luckily they think for me.

Edging task #19

Today when you edge, you are only allowed to think and repeat your mantras.

Only when you had an edge you are allowed to switch a mantra.

No other thoughts are allowed in that cute blank mind of yours.

Here are some suggestions:

Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.

My cunt controls me. My cunt owns me.

I have to drip, I have to obey, I have to edge my mind away.

I am my tits, my tits are me. Luckily they think for me.

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The hypno pen pal

All of us have heard about pen pals.

Very popular in times of the letter.

Classic pen pals as we know them are by far not the norm anymore.

But with the internet, it became a trend again.

Not noticed by many what it truly was, but used by almost all.

A friend you write from to time sharing hypnotic files, gifs or stories.

That idea stuck with her.

It had a classy touch to it.

Like in the past when you got to read from your pen pal what has happened in the meantime.

Only that in this case it gets more kinky.

She experienced that with her hypno pen pal.

The occasional file sharing and telling each other afterwards what it did to her.

Most of the time it ended up with both of them edging again.

Sometimes repeating mantras while doing so.

Sometimes enforcing programming they both just received.

But it always stayed at the occasional fun for some reason.

And it was perfect like that.

It always sparked joy when you saw you had a message from your hypno pen pal.

Just like this time when she saw the little icon portraying she has a new message from her.

As usual, it was a link to a file and a gif.

So she got ready to scroll, put her headphones on and started to listen and watch.

It didnt take long for her eyes to unfocus and glaze over.

The site the file was on was pulling her in already.

Was it the file or was there some flickering here and there?

She wasnt sure.

Her mind already began to cloud over.

Her thoughts are being melted by more pleasure until they become clouds.

That makes so much sense.

She had to share her findings with her pen pal.

So she did.

The answer followed promptly.

"I know it feels so good. Keep listening. You will feel so much better."

Any reasoning has already dissolved and is part of the whole pink cloud inside her mind.

As the pleasure reached new heights, her hand wandered between her legs.

She didnt notice that.

Her mind was bound by the voice.

Bound by the file.

Bound by the words.

She was helpless and didnt even realize it.

All she could do was absorb more of it.

It all feels so familiar.

Another thing she had to share, receiving an instant answer.

"Of course. You have been here so often before. You are being thoroughly reprogrammed and brainwashed. That takes time. Just keep obeying."

That sounded so logical that she didnt bother anymore.

The pleasure felt so much better anyway.

"That is right. Sink deeper."

If her consciousness would still be there, she would have heard the pleasurable moans from her hypno pen pal.

"Yes, sink deeper. Get more corrupted. Feel it spreading."

If she wouldnt just accept and absorb, she would have heard the hoarse gasps of pleasure as her pen pal edged.

But she didnt consciously.

That was just swimming in an ocean of pleasure.

But her subconscious absorbed and accepted.

After all, obeying feels so good.

And why wouldnt she trust her hypno pen pal?

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Remembering a trance

CW: induction, flashing, suggestion to edge, suggestions to reread it over and over like a loop, no awakener

Look at you, you just read trance and your eyes just kept reading on, didnt they?

Dont worry about that.

After all, this here is about remembering a trance.

So when was your last trance?

Do me the favor and remember back to that moment where you felt it beginning.

Just the feeling you experienced then.

Maybe you felt tingles in your fingers.

Maybe these tingles were spreading over your body.

Maybe you felt your mind becoming lazier.

Maybe you found your thoughts moving slower.

Maybe thoughts even just vanished from your mind.

Maybe when that happened you relaxed.

However it felt when you started to drop into trance, remember that feeling now.

How good it felt to be able to let go.

How good it felt knowing you dont have to think for some time.

How good it felt to give in.

How the pull of trance got stronger.

How it pulled you down.

How it made you sink deeper.

It was such a good feeling, wasnt it?

Nod

Remembering the feeling clearer now.

When you were right at the brink.

When you felt the pull starting.

When you felt your mind still a bit resisting.

When you felt your thoughts slowly dissolve.

When the sound of obeying became more and more alluring.

When the sound of submitting started to vibrate in your being.

It was such a good feeling, wasnt it?

Nod

In such a moment, a lot of times you are then being taken deeper.

What was it for you?

Was it a spiral?

Pulling your thoughts deeper in.

Sucking them right into the centre.

Your focus right there in the middle.

Connected to it by your leaving thoughts.

As you stare.

As you focus.

As you watch.

As you sink.

As your thoughts are drained away.

Right into the spiral.

Deeper into it.

Deeper down.

Or was it not the swirl of a spiral but the constant left and right movement of a pendulum?

Binding your gaze.

As it moves from left to right.

As it moves from right to left.

Swinging so easily.

Swinging so relaxing.

Right means obey.

Left means sink.

Right means stare.

Left means drop.

It is so easy to follow the rhythmic swing of it.

Swinging left.

Swinging right.

Left.

Right.

Taking your thoughts deeper.

As it swings from one side to the other.

When it swings, your mind sinks.

Deeper and deeper down.

Or did you imitate what you see to go deeper?

Seeing the blank stare.

Imitating it.

Feeling the same blankness overtaking you.

As you follow.

Feeling the pull of the crystal.

Pulling all the remaining thoughts out of your mind.

Leaving you empty.

Leaving you blank.

Blank.

Empty.

Deep.

Obedient.

Obedience is pleasure.

Pleasure is obedience.

You are so obedient.

Feel the pleasure surging through you.

Your mind is a void of your own thoughts.

Only filled by pleasure and obedience.

Good girl.

You are doing so well.

If you havent already, start to rub now.

I make it easy for you, just follow along.

Rub your clit in the same rhythm as you see.

Following.

Obeying.

Swirling.

Circling.

All in here.

All takes you deeper.

As you follow.

As you sink.

As you obey.

As you rub.

Deeper and deeper.

Down.

Deeper and deeper.

Down.

Feeling so good.

So much pleasure surges through every part of your body.

Muscles are twitching involuntarily from the pleasure.

Yet, your fingers are still following, are still obeying.

Your gaze fixed.

Rub yourself to an edge like that.

Sinking so deep for me.

Feeling so good.

Feeling so much pleasure.

Circling around.

Swirling around.

As you get closer to the edge now.

You are doing so well for me.

You are a good girl.

That is right.

Edge now.

Feel it so strong.

Feel the edge washing all over you.

Feel the edge washing over through you.

Clearing your mind completely.

Good girl.

The edge felt so good, didnt it?

Nod

Sinking so deep for me feels good, doesnt it?

Nod

Good girl.

Then read again from the top.

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You can feel your mind slowly break.

As you edge and listen to my file:

soundgasm.net

Each loop you can feel your mind break more. Getting more cracks. Until.... you finally break completely. The pleasure overwhelming you.

As you just keep edging and listening.

As my voice picks up your cracked mind and reforms it to my liking.

So go ahead: keep listening, keep edging.

Obedience is pleasure, pleasure is obedience.

Think less, obey more.

Feel my good little pussy helping me rebuild your mind completely.

As she is a good little pussy.

My good little pussy.

And you will become my good toy.

So....

Edge. Listen. Obey.

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You are your TITS

You are your TITS

You are your TITS

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The thing about magical items is they’re so easy to abuse.

Marcella was learning that quickly. She’d first bought the pen in an antique store, owned it for years and thought nothing of it.

It was during a house party, when she drank too much and passed out on her couch, that one of her friends used it to write dumb slut on her face.

Mean spirited, but hardly the end of the world…until Marcella woke up with a blank, glassy look in her eyes.

Her boyfriend thought she might have had a stroke. She was giggling, bouncing her tits, reaching for his crotch…he was on the verge of calling for an ambulance, when, as an afterthought, wiped the writing off her cheek. His thoughtful, caring girlfriend had been replaced by an empty-headed bimbo.

Her pupils returned to normal, hands falling away from groping herself, mouth closing as her usual mindset reasserted itself.

Almost her usual mindset. Neither of them realized it, but the change left a permanent mark in her personality. She was just a little more sexually open, a little slower on the uptake.

It wasn’t long before she discovered the pen could make body changes, too. The first test was big tits, written across her cleavage, in a lust-filled move as she walked up to the bedroom.

Would she have done that before she used the pen, part of her wondered. But at that moment her tits felt too good to care.

Both her and her boyfriend had watched, enraptured, as her growing breasts overflowed her nightgown, stopping only when they snapped one of the shoulder straps.

Big tits took her up to a full double J cup. Trust me, she measured them. Very thoroughly.

Huge tits made her too big for bras. She grew a pair of enormous lap-fillers, just small enough to reach her arms around comfortably.

Gigantic tits she hadn’t tried yet. Maybe for a special occasion…but it was tempting. The old her would never have fantasized about being that big…

Who cared if none of her regular bras fit anymore? They were just slowing her down.

Dumb slut, busty bimbo, pretty toy…words she started to use every weekend. To relieve work stress. Craving that feeling of blissful emptiness, to lose herself in pleasure.

Who cares if she was always wet now? It just made nights even more fun.

Today, Marcella wanted to try something new. Hefting her trusty pen, frowning when she tried to remember the letter order- did the old her remember how to do that?- before clumsily writing Milk Me in large, blocky letters.

The change was immediate. Just like sliding into a warm bath, or maybe dragging her nipples across fabric…

She didn’t hesitate to touch them, feeling her teats thicken and darken between her fingers. Marcella had barely registered her breast growth, gradual as it was over a dozen transformations…but she had never lactated before. The first wet drops on her hands eliciting a pleasurable gasp as sensations coursed through her, an electric tingling starting at the base of her udders and moving quickly to the swollen nipples.

Marcella glanced at the clock. Udders…now that was a word she could try next. And she still had an entire half hour before her boyfriend came home…

Already she was pulling and tugging them, each successive drop of milk larger and creamier, her moans lengthening and becoming deeper.

It wasn’t long before thick splashes of dairy decorated her counters, the brand new cow swaying her hips happily as she uttered her first-

“Mooooooo!”