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Some spirals from discord..enjoy

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Thiinkkinng a lot about a top holding a fleshlight toy up under theit puppy while the puppy desperately fucks into it, as if he was topping something. Top cooing and petting puppy, saying how good he's doing fucking into it. How cute he looks being The Top. But he's really just stroking him off with this toy and listening to him whimper and whine because it feels so good. And when he begs for permission to cum, he knows he's still just a submissive puppy ♡

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Conditioning his dumb little brain so good he cums undone in his trousers by only listening to your dirty talking

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Hopefully I’m pretty enough for this one day🥺

Pretty boys belong between my thighs, tongue out, eyes up—desperate to please. Make a mess, baby, that’s all you’re good for

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boobs not brains

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I want to be teasingly cruel to my pathetic boy, calling him my pretty slut <3 as I let him believe he's going to get what he craves so much, only to ruin his orgasm and watch him cry from frustration, but he is such a good boy for me, I can't let my good boy frustrated can I? so I'll overstimulate him over and over while he protests “Oh no, Mommy, that's too much! too much!”

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Come back here for the first time in months and immediately find like 3 banger blogs, I gotta use this place more. It’s more horny and less hateful and brairotty than twitter… it’s perfect

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Dum Dum - Sarah

Smart. Intelligent. Sharp. All words that summarized who Sarah perceived herself to be. Graduating at the top of her class, never taking her mind off of her studies or expanding her knowledge in some interest or area. Being a smart person, however, came with a lot of stress, a lot of pressure on Sarah to perform at her best at all times. After years of the intense, unrealistic expectations that Sarah tried to hold herself to, she neared her breaking point. Desperate, she looked to the internet to find a simple way to help relieve her stress. After over an hour of scouring many different sites and blowing through articles that only offered basic tips and tricks, Sarah finally found something promising. "Bambi Sleep" it was called. Audio files designed to help the listener relax and become their best self. Although skeptical, Sarah had little choice but to try it out, praying that these simple audios would solve her problems of stress. She opened the website and put on her headphones, taking a deep breath before pressing play. With a click of a button, her mind went dark.

Sarah blinked her eyes open, laying in her chair where she had been sitting before, except for a few major changes. For one, she was completely stripped naked, and her crotch and nipples displayed a strange wetness to them. Secondly, the time had jumped 8 hours ahead in the blink of an eye. Strangely, this leap in time didn't seem to frighten Sarah, who was much more focused on her body. Did she always look this good? Her breasts seemed much fuller, her hips wider and posture perfected, contrary to the slouched, arched position that she had adapted from the hours spent studying in her chair. It didn't even occur to Sarah that the audio was starting back up, the soft voices slowly sliding into her mind while she admired her body, before a command suddenly echoed through her head.

"Bambi sleep"

Another 8 hours lost to the audios, waking up once again wet, this time a bit more aroused. Sarah giggled a bit as she shook her tits, a bit bigger than before, at least she thought they were. Her breasts now had ballooned out to a D cup, and didn't show signs of stopping. Sarah couldn't come up with a logical solution for why this was happening. Matter of fact, she couldn't come up with a solution for anything. She had so much work to do! So much to learn, so much information to process! Before Sarah was unable to take off the headphones, the sounds started up again, freezing her in place, hands glued to her head, unable to move an inch. And with her trigger, she dropped back off into a deep slumber, unable to resist as she dropped off into trance.

Before long, it had been a whole week since Sarah had begun listening to her files. Her chest had grown to an F cup, and her hair had grown out, turning a platinum blonde color and lazily cascading down her enhanced body. She began to realize how difficult it was to think, unable to even piece together simple information in her fuzzy brain, always cloudy and light headed, a bit dumber. Yet, none of this bothered Sarah. Ever since she began listening to her files, Sarah's life had become so much less stressful. She didn't have to learn, she didn't have to perform, she didn't even need to think anymore. She could let the audio think for her, dropping her deep into soft bliss, sleepily collapsing into her chair every time the audio started up. Sarah didn't even notice the audios becoming more and more suggestive, conditioning her mind more and more, dropping her into even deeper levels of trance and all the while, softening up and draining her mind of all of her memories. All of her thoughts, all of her smarts that she held so close to her. Sarah was being transformed entirely, not only physically but mentally as well, impossible to even consider resistance while in trance as she happily listened, listening as her crotch became wet, her nipples shiny from the drool spilled down her front, rubbed in circles by her hands, a good puppet for Bambi. That's right, Bambi taking full control over Sarah's mind and body, locking in all conditioning and replacing all thoughts with Bambi's. Meanwhile, Sarah slept soundly, softly moaning as the brainwashing, yes the brainwashing, filled her up with fuzzy thoughts of mindlessness and arousal.

It had been about a month since beginning Bambi Sleep, and Sarah felt absolutely amazing. She had completely forgotten all of her studies, all of her smarts, instead replaced by a pink fog that encased her mind in a soft, pink warmth that instilled feelings of helplessness and obedience. Her brain was nearly incapable of thinking, feeling deep and dumb, Bambi's voice her sole source of thoughts, weak and docile without Bambi's influence and calming words. Sarah stared blankly into nothing, foggy eyes lidded under newly bought fake lashes and mascara while she repeated her mantras out loud.

"Bambi takes away my thoughts"

"Bambi thinks for me"

"Bambi makes me a good girl"

"Bambi makes me obedient"

"Bambi controls me completely"

Deep within Sarah, under the layers of conditioning that kept her mind vacant, her glazed eyes blankly staring, a final effort of resistance began to rise up. She had to fight! She couldn't let the brainwashing win, she had to resist. Sarah winced as she tried to fight her mantras, her now bimbofied pout contorting into a grimace as she fought against the brainwashing.

"You are a good girl"

"No, I am not a good girl!"

"Brainwashing makes you weak"

"Brainwash...brainwashing doesn't make me weak!"

"You aren't in control"

"I am...uh...i-in control..."

"Give in and let Bambi take control"

"G-give in?"

"You cannot resist your own mind"

"Ca-cannot...resist..."

"Let your mind slip, turn your brain off"

"Turn my brain off"

"Bambi does as she's told"

"Bambi does as she's told"

"Be a good girl. Bambi Sleep"

Sarah's last effort was completely extinguished as she collapsed limply, sinking into her chair and feeling her mind dissipate under the heavy, soft weight of her eyelids closing, thoughts replaced with Bambi's words and deep under hypnosis. So much pleasure, so much arousal Sarah felt as she dropped, being such as good girl while she listened, accepting all of her conditioning and submitting fully to Bambi. She was a good girl for Bambi, and Bambi controlled her completely. Sarah awoke, blissfully dumb, void of thought and happily dazed, like a good bimbo should. The old Sarah was gone, replaced by a bimbofied, conditioned version of herself helplessly controlled by Bambi, obedient and constantly horny throughout her day. She kept herself edged all the time, a total dum dum as her hand involuntarily pulls out of her wet pussy and sucks her fingers clean, drooling and dripping her thoughts out of her wet mouth. Her inflated lips stimulated at all times while she listened to her files, rubbing herself against anything she could find. Against her bed, against regular objects, using her vibrator to assist in the process of edging herself dumb. Vacant, foggy eyes, the eyes of a mindless bimbo, controlled by her brainwashing while she rubbed, helplessly addicted and furthering her addiction as her dependence on her arousal grew. Before long, Sarah wasn't just a good girl, completely hypnotized and controlled by Bambi, but she was also controlled deeply by her pussy. Her constantly wet, needy pussy, throbbing at every trigger and mantra, conditioned perfectly to become aroused when obeying Bambi's commands. Sarah wanted pleasure, to be dumb and drop deep into trance, and Bambi offered all of that to her, guiding her further into the mindless, dumb bliss that Sarah loved so dearly. What a good girl Sarah had become, feeling so good, so deep, so dumb, a fuzzy, blank bimbo mind, letting everything go as she sinks further, so thankful that Bambi could give her the bliss and happiness she was helplessly addicted to, like a good girl should be.

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Unaware Hypno~<333333

Make me do things but think im not doing it.

Convince me Im just like, chilling and watching tv even as you're controlling me

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Happy Hypnosis Day!

These are the first three sets of Sex Sigils as part of a revising project of mine

Disclaimer: these don’t actually work it’s just for fun

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i love that little threshold that subs cross when they just completely fall apart!

its the cutest thing hearing my boy moaning and whining for me... but once he gets just sensitive enough, those moans turn into cries, his pretty body starts shaking, almost throwing a fit because it's just so much!

oh and when he starts crying out from the pleasure, so overstimulated and overwhelmed! "pleasepleasepleasemommyplease-"

please what, sweetheart? please make you cum again? i'd be more than happy to pretty boy <3

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pretty pretty toys with their brains turned off and eyes rolled into the back of their heads

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I wanna do this but haven’t found a good vr application

Brainwashing via VR Headset is so incredible from either end~

On the subject’s side, just the idea of having dizzying, fascinating, intoxicating spirals overwhelm your entire vision—it is literally impossible to tear your eyes away from the enthralling patterns and subliminal messages beaming into your brain. Sure, you can try to squeeze your eyes shut and rip the headset off—but as your fingers brush against the sides, your arms feel heavy and limp, and you can’t quite remember what the problem with having the headset on is…your hands drop to your sides as your eyes flutter open, staring even deeper into the lovely spiral…

And on the hypnotist’s side, even before the conditioning starts, you get to see the subject with the headset on, covering their eyes, erasing their identity—a taste of what will happen to them when your program starts. You get to watch your victim’s mouth open wider and wider as they fall deeper. Drool start to build up. Body sinking into their chair. Mind reshaped into a perfect servant for your desires~

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Send me a meditation mp3 to help me sleep. Instead, secretly send me a hypnosis to slowly break my brain into a docile, obedient submissive toy for you. Make me completely dependent and submissive, rewriting my entire personality

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hypnosis is rather good at transforming people into objects

think about it; subjects are already usually perfectly still they dont need worry, or think, or have any agency or free will none of those things objects need of course!

and being an object is so wonderful! objects dont have worries or fears or any of those pesky thoughts filling your head a stuffie doesnt have thoughts bouncing around its fluff dont you want to be nice and fluffy?

think about it, objects are so useful youll never have to worry about not being useful ever again im sure your hypnotist will use you every day~ and youll get so much love and attention and use <3

youd make such a good object sweetheart~ wouldnt you like to just spend a little time inanimate for me?

hypnosis makes such good objects for me to toy with

though,

it is always easier when a subject wants to be an object of course~

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I'd like to give you an orgasm button.

It's quite the challenge to learn to orgasm on command, but you're a very good subject. I'll get some little plastic button, something that makes a distinctive click when you press it. I'll get you nice and worked up, and then press the button as you cum.

A few more times around, and some intense hypnotic sessions -- perhaps conditioning you while you're hypnotized as well -- and now we have the trigger implanted nice and firmly. When the button is pressed, you cum.

And since I'm a nice tist, and since it is the season of giving and all, I'll let you keep the button for yourself. Whenever you're feeling horny, whenever you want to feel good, you can just press it, and you cum.

Every so often I'll reinforce the trigger, just to make sure it stays nice and strong. The orgasms the button gives you will be deliciously powerful. I imagine you'll stop masturbating before too long. Oh, you might edge yourself if you want to really enjoy the build-up and anticipation, maybe touch idly while watching or reading some smut... but if you want an orgasm, the button's right there, and it feels much better than your own hands or toys. You'll have the button in front of you, and when you've ridden the edge for long enough, you press the button and you cum.

And over time, you'll end up pressing that button more and more often. Whenever you're a little stressed, or horny, or bored... the button's right there. There are no restrictions. Press it and you cum.

After you've been using the button for a few weeks, after it's become routine... I'll wait for one of those reinforcement sessions. I'll reinforce the trigger again, of course. But when you wake up, this time you'll see I'm holding the button. I'll press the button, and watch you cum.

What I won't do is give the button back. And you'll find that you've done two very important things over the past few weeks. First, you've gotten yourself so used to having frequent, amazing orgasms. Your body and mind expect to cum very hard, several times a day. You crave it. And second, your body has forgotten how to cum without that button. Every time you masturbated, it was the button that got you over the edge. You need the button, now. And if I don't press it

you don't cum. And even now you feel that desperate need building. You'll do anything for me to press that button. You'll do anything for me to let you cum.

You managed to addict yourself to the orgasms from that button, and even made it so that you couldn't cum any other way. All just by pressing the button yourself, and a few extra suggestions in the reinforcement sessions that you didn't remember. Not everyone would be able to do that to themselves, but like I said, you're a very good subject.