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Makayla Finds the Perfect Answer

"Should… should we be… doing… um… this?" Makayla heard the slurred, sleepy tones in her own voice, each hesitation marking a moment when her brain stuttered and skipped in its struggle to hold onto even the simplest train of thought, and she almost lost herself trying to figure out exactly what had made her so fucking dumb. Because Makayla knew she wasn't dumb, she had a 4.0 GPA and she was on track for making the dean's list this semester, and yet it felt so impossibly difficult even to finish her goddamn sentences in the face of the sheer stupefying intensity of the hypnotic pattern in front of her. She realized she needed to look away before it sapped even more of her intellect, then she realized she couldn't shift her gaze even a millimeter from the center of the whirling spiral, then she realized she'd already tried this a dozen times before and her dim, foggy consciousness just couldn't hold onto the memory very well.

The man on the couch behind her didn't seem to be having any problems, but then again his view was blocked by the back of Makayla's head. "Don't worry about it, sweetie," he said, his voice just recognizable to her as Professor Tanner's before that knowledge fell into the spiral for the… third time? The fourth time? God, she was getting so dumb. She was getting so wet from being made so dumb. "Just keep watching the spiral, keep squeezing my cock, and let all those silly thoughts fade away like a good girl for me." Oh fuck. His cock was inside her. He was fucking her right now, his hips pumping away between her soft brown labia, and she kept forgetting because the spiral felt so good that it made her whole world pleasure and the details got fuzzier and foggier the dumber she became. Makayla heard herself letting out a drowsy giggle, but within seconds she'd forgotten the source of the sound and she found herself wishing she could be stupid and horny like whoever made it.

It took her almost a full two minutes to process the last thing Professor Tanner said to her, two minutes of drooling on her bare chest and wriggling in vacant ecstasy and slowly, sluggishly mulling over the one tiny detail that hadn't simply melted into dreamy bliss while her attention was focused on the way he groped her pert titties from behind. "Good… girl?" she mumbled, her muzzy and befuddled brain trying hard to make sense of the complicated, virtually unfathomable emotions the older man's praise stirred up. Because Makayla did love to please authority figures, and she absolutely adored this uncomplicated euphoria she felt from having all her fears and anxieties stripped away by endless hypnotic pleasure, but--but wasn't she strong? Wasn't she independent? Didn't she have too much pride to be turned into one of those dumb sluts who got an A by fucking their teachers?

The answer to all those questions, as it turned out, was, "Sssh. Keep watching." And Makayla found as her dull, glassy eyes lost themselves in unblinking contemplation that it really was the perfect answer. She could be smart later, when she woke up. She could earn her A the hard way once she forgot she'd ever given up her dripping pussy to her professor. And she could stop thinking entirely for now, and enjoy the feeling of being simple and happy and incredibly horny for the cock plumbing her cunt.

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There was an irresistible softness to your hypnotist when they were entrancing you. It was impossible not to relax. Impossible to resist slipping, and sinking for them. Their hands drained every part of you they touched of energy. Gentle caresses pulling your mind deeper.

And you wanted more. The softness of their voice was a blanket over your mind, putting all thoughts to sleep. Comfort wound around you, holding you in place with bonds of blissful relaxation. Why would you want to move, when you could instead just stay here and be comfortable?

You didn’t want to move. You didn’t want to think. And you didn’t need to do either of those things. You could just let their words pull you deeper into trance. Further into mindless bliss. It was so easy to let them take over your mind. You didn’t need it.

Finally, the moment came where it all became too much. Relaxation and mindlessness left you feeling more liquid than solid. A pool of relaxation, unable to move, unable to think. You were blank, blissfully open. And then you were ready for the programming to begin.

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“And drop.” Your partner snapped their fingers. Your mind went blank, eyes rolling up, then closing. “That’s it. Mind shutting down for me. You don’t need to think. You don’t want to think. You just want to sink, and slip, and drift down for me, isn’t that right, toy?”

Your head nodded, up and down, so easily. It’s almost like it was out of your control. And every motion, up and down, shook more thoughts out of your mind. Your body had slumped in the chair. Every other muscle was limp, but your head nodded a few more times.

“Awh, so agreeable. So open, and pliable.” You felt one of their hands gently cup your chin, whilst the other brushed through your hair. You could feel the heat of their body. They were close. But you were too deep to open your eyes, or to put your hands on them.

All you could do was sit, and let their hands caress you as you sank deeper and deeper into mindlessness. They straddled you in the chair, pressing into you. A moan slipped from your lips as they planted a few kisses down your neck. “All mine, toy.”

You were nodding again. Softly, slowly. But you couldn’t disagree. You were all theirs. “Mine to play with, to use, to tease and toy with.” They leant back, and you knew they were studying you. “But what to do first, sweetie? Pleasure? Melt your brain? Dominance? All three?”

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Derek Has Too Much Time on His Hands

"That's it, pretty girl," Derek cooed, "just keep watching the screen." Melanie didn't have any choice, and he knew it, but he also knew that she would associate any voices she heard in her current state of mindless, drifting rapture with that same sense of blissful obedience she was currently experiencing, and he was eager to get the pretty young blonde started on her conditioning nice and early. Already he had his cock out, pushing it repeatedly into her slack and vacant mouth to get her accustomed to the notion that blowjobs were a source of pleasure, and even though her empty expression and blank, glassy eyes didn't exactly convey the ecstasy she was feeling Derek knew Melanie was still aware of her surroundings on some level. And she was cumming so hard she saw stars.

"The spiral reminds you who you are," he purred, as his stiff prick repeatedly filled the hollow of her mouth. "Just an empty and obedient fucktoy for Master." It wasn't exactly the best blowjob he'd ever received--Derek had to make sure her head remained pointed at the small table his cellphone rested on, rather than blocking her view with his thrusting cock and the body behind it, and that meant as often as not he wound up pushing his dick into her cheek instead of down her willing throat. But it was so sexy to see her like this, completely mindless and defenseless and unresisting to his programming, and that easily bridged the gap between Melanie's slack-jawed inability to truly form a seal around his shaft with her lips and the urgent, aching arousal Derek felt.

Not that he'd need to worry about having his urges satisfied anymore. Working overnight security at a plumbing supply warehouse was a recipe for a lot of free time, and the boss didn't trust anyone to handle things alone; he'd be working three, four nights a week with Melanie, and her buff and muscular body didn't help her struggle against the inexorable power of the spiral as it tugged her down, down, down into deep hypnotic trance. "Nothing makes you happier than getting that pretty face fucked by my cock, sweetie," Derek murmured, knowing that his words were dropping without resistance into the very center of her mind and accreting around the core of her identity. She'd come in every night salivating for his dick without even knowing why, and it would be child's play to trick her into staring at the spiral again.

And that, more than any physical sensation, left Derek's nuts tightening and his thrusts erratic as he plowed his new slave's mouth until he shot his load onto her tongue. "Good girl," he panted out, looking down at her in sated ecstasy and enjoying the sight of his semen dripping from her slack and nerveless lips. "Much deeper now, a hundred times deeper than before. Time to listen and obey." With his immediate urges satisfied, Derek knew it was time to fully get down to the work of reprogramming Melanie's open and vulnerable mind… and with eight hours on his hands before he needed to wake her up, he was pretty certain that by the time she left work she'd have a whole new purpose to her existence. And Derek would have plenty to occupy his copious free time.

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Kirsten Can't Quite Ignore It

It was fine, Kirsten told herself. She only caught a little. Just maybe a few seconds as she passed through the living room on her way up to cram for her Physics exam--Tabbi might have dragged her out here for this stupid weekend getaway, but Kirsten had a lot riding on this test and she wasn't about to let anything get in her way. Not marshmallow s'mores and gossip in front of the fire, not buckets of popcorn and some cheesy movie, and certainly not… not whatever Tabbi was actually showing them down there. Or whatever it was doing to them when Kirsten walked through.

Not that she knew, exactly. She only caught a glimpse. Just a brief flicker out of the corner of her eye as she walked through a room filled with reverent silences and hushed, gape-mouthed stares--none of those women were eating popcorn, they'd all completely forgotten the usual giggly banter that overlaid most movie nights, and even their phones lay still and silent by their side. They were completely, totally focused on the screen and whatever it was Kirsten saw only for a moment, a tangling, twisting web of intricately constructed patterns that slowed her steps and tugged her gaze and very nearly sapped her desire to keep moving at all.

That wasn't the only thing it did to her, though. Kirsten felt it even through her determination to keep her mind on her schoolwork, and she understood why the others all felt such a rapturous desire to continue staring at the screen even though whatever they were watching definitely wasn't the Director's Cut of 'Titanic' like Tabbi promised. The swirling, spinning tunnel of light made her cunt throb with arousal, a sexual excitement so potent and intense that Kirsten had to focus her entire willpower on each and every step up the stairs and into her bedroom lest she turn around and join the others in mindless erotic bliss. She could still recall the sounds she heard behind her, a half-dozen women all reaching down between their legs to find their cunts slick and messy and eager to be churned into gushing ecstasy….

Not. Not that Kirsten was going to do that, or at least not much. She was just going to lie on her bed a few minutes longer, rub herself a tiny bit to get some of that sexual tension out, and then she was going to put those images behind her and really cram for that Physics test. If, if Tabbi and the others wanted to sink into some weird hypnosis video and… and masturbate themselves stupid, finger their sopping cunts until their brains dribbled out between their pussy lips and they felt the uncontrollable urge to turn the whole rest of the weekend into some kind of lesbian orgy… they could do that. Kirsten had more important things on her mind, really she did. She simply needed to take a few moments and scratch her itch.

A few moments became a few minutes. A few minutes became just one more orgasm. Every orgasm felt better than the last, Kirsten's resolve weakening as she lay on the bed humping her own fingers until her eyes went glassy and her jaw went slack and drool began to gradually soak the pillow underneath her. And finally, her head filled with the flickering images that had been slowly undermining her resistance all along, Kirsten got up and wandered half-naked down the stairs to see what Tabbi and the others were up to.

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Hypnotizing a sub so hard that they become unable to understand any word that I'm saying. Subconciously, they still follow my voice, but their concious self has no idea what anything means. All they know is that sir is speaking, and sir's voice is soo pleasant and relaxing!!

I could be talking about anything. The weather, or a new show I am watching, and their mind would not be able to tell the difference. They would just listen, allowing each and every one of those gibberish words to bring them so much deeper, making them so happy and so,so empty.

It doesn't matter what I say. Or what i tell you to do. You just listen,and obey, because sir is speaking~

So just smile and nod, and tell me all about how relaxed you feel <3

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getting dumber is like, a process! and it’s totally in your hands, all you have to do is make some little decisions, choices, and changes-

like, deciding to edge instead of studying

like, choosing to let your eyes glaze over big boring words

like, changing your wardrobe to be as superficial as the rest of you

like, deciding to let someone else make simple decisions for you

like, choosing not to worry about how stupid people think you are

like, changing your personality to be more giggly and airheaded

like, deciding that brainless feels better

like, choosing not to think because good girls don't think

like, deciding not to cum because dummies don’t cum and you couldn’t even remember how if you wanted to

like, choosing cute moans and giggles over words

like, deciding that being dumb is just your purpose now

like, choosing to rub and edge and giggle and beg and moan until your brain washes away

like, realizing that being dumb is what you always wanted

like, realizing that maybe you were always this way~

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Beauty dropped into a deep trance with eye rolling

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“You got some lint on your shirt, now let’s clean out that mind…”

Chin holding as a hypnotic trigger

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are blowjobs really that great?

It can be rhythmic and relaxing on both ends. And personally I find it visually appealing, so porn of it is great for me.

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Thanks to Stefano for the submission

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Gah these quiet days when I just want to take a cute toy and softly, sweetly, slowly unravel their mind into a pulled of blissful pleasure.

Keep on unmaking them until all they can do is moan and beg and babble for more.

Edged until all that exists is bliss.

Anyone want that?

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I love telling subs to smile when I'm playing with them.

So deep under my control, soaking up the most depraved suggestions to break their identity and serve me better.

Their expressions blank as they become ever more pathetic for my amusement.

Until I tell them to smile, and it becomes clear they've never been happier.

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