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I was at a rave/party/disco/thing tonight and they were playing this sample of someone saying “let the beat control your body” like 20-30 times, on loop, and like

Hypnotic disco oh my god. The lights, the music, the alcohol (perhaps with something sinister slipped in by the bartender, equally as brainwashed or otherwise in on the scheme), the way no one would question the repetitive sample, the call and response… the way every DJ or performer could move the audience… a whole army to command.

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Need to bea hero that gets brainwashed to be someone's evil minion ASAP

Make me have an undying loyalty to you and give up all my values so I only exist to serve you. Make me a blank and obedient puppet or even better turn me cruel. Make me your new attack dog. Have me betray my former allies, maybe brainwash them too but only if I can still be the favorite. It would be so awesome. It would be so cool.

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Thank god I don’t have a cock tbh I’d be bricked up 24/7 and it would make things so awkward

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Thinking about being brainwashed by evil villains again. They've been spending weeks brainwashing me, breaking down my resistance bit by bit. I know the routine by now. I eat breakfast, then I... get brainwashed help the doctor with an experiment.

The Doctor brings me to a decently sized, nearly pitch black room. An adjustable massage chair sits empty in front of a hanging monitor. He doesn't even need to tell me what to do. I find myself climbing into the chair, and pushing the button to move it backwards, laying me on my back. I sink into the soft, pillowy cushions as the screen moves, following my eyesight. I then notice a soft, comforting lavender smell filling the room, and I instantly take a long, deep breath. As I exhale, all the tension in my body seems to disappear. My mouth starts to hang open, drool starting to drip down.

"Are you ready?" The Doctor asks. My head moves up and down on its own.

The screen lights up with all sorts of colors. Pinks, purples, and greens all mixing together into one. My eyes instantly latch onto it as it fills the darkness of the room. It's so bright, so pretty, so interesting, so amazing. Then the voice starts. The voice was so loud, yet so simple to understand, so easy to listen to. I couldn't discern who's voice it was, but I didn't care. The spiral sucks all of my old, useless, boring thoughts away, and the voice filled me with new, useful, interesting thoughts. Thoughts I love thinking, thoughts I love believing.

I want to stare and listen. I need to stare and listen. Staring and listening was good for me. I am too dumb not to stare and listen. I am too weak not to stare and listen.

I feel so euphoric as I stare and listen. I feel so happy as the sweet scent erodes any resistance I have. I feel so relieved as the pretty colors takes away my mind. I feel so obedient as the sweet voice tells me what I am.

It could've been a minute, it could've been hours, but eventually the Doctor returns. "Did I forget to lock this?" Doctor asks himself as he opens the door. He quickly rushes inside, starting to worry about what happens if I'm not in there. Only to find me, eyes half lidded, staring at the screen, drooling on myself as I mumble, repeating whatever the voice tells me.

He walks closer to me. "Looks like I forgot to tie him up too. But.... Maybe I didn't need to."

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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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woke up, mxster freethem... woke up and... smell the pronouns

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evil lich, bored, who finally reads over the dungeon trap blueprints they commissioned from an expert dungeon architect and finds that they installed a shitload of fetish scenario traps all over and summons them to their throne room for questioning

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Trying to resist dropping into a trance just makes you focus on the trance.

After all you know how trance has the power to lull you into it, so you will try to resist

But the more you resist, the more you feel it's pull, you have nowhere else to go but down.

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Big shout-out to the writers barely disguised fetish style dystopian story / world concept I came up with based on a dream and then made what was essentially a less kinky au because I realized it would be really funny as a workplace comedy.

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I think a mind flayer using their tentacles to hold me in place while they just go to town on me, occasionally nipping me in the back of the head with their beak to keep me from struggling too hard would fix me

oh same. like i never consider mind flayers really, i just don't ever remember them, but they're so good.

getting my eardrums and my nose pierced, slender tendrils curling up into my brain and wrapping around it, gentle electrical pulses at the back of my neck stopping me from moving while a few more tentacles caress my frontal lobe, pulling every thought from my head torturously slowly

letting me feel my thoughts drain away, it becoming harder and harder to think as the tingle in my forehead gets stronger. every time i muster the ability to move i get a sharp corrective snap against my ear a few times until i learn not to do that

leaving me shaking and thoughtless, only conscious enough to serve as a host for another flayer

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I think a mind flayer using their tentacles to hold me in place while they just go to town on me, occasionally nipping me in the back of the head with their beak to keep me from struggling too hard would fix me

oh same. like i never consider mind flayers really, i just don't ever remember them, but they're so good.

getting my eardrums and my nose pierced, slender tendrils curling up into my brain and wrapping around it, gentle electrical pulses at the back of my neck stopping me from moving while a few more tentacles caress my frontal lobe, pulling every thought from my head torturously slowly

letting me feel my thoughts drain away, it becoming harder and harder to think as the tingle in my forehead gets stronger. every time i muster the ability to move i get a sharp corrective snap against my ear a few times until i learn not to do that

leaving me shaking and thoughtless, only conscious enough to serve as a host for another flayer

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If you’re under the age of 18, unfollow me right now! You’re not welcomed here. I don’t care if you’re 17.5 or if you’re turning 18 this week or tomorrow. This blog is strictly 18+!!!!

This also goes for blogs who don’t have their age listed anywhere in their blogs. No, I don’t care for your excuses for why your age isn’t present on your blog. No one is asking for your exact age. It’s not hard to put "in my 20s, etc."

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“I am looking respectfully” “im so normal about this” can you bark actually? Can you hit yourself over the head w a frying pan like a cartoon wolf? Can you look at it derangedly please?

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well im fucking the cursed amulet. so mind your business

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