#//brainwashing

[angel-in-shibari]

a slave's collar is their most important accessory. not only does it show that they're owned, but with stylization and customization, it can also show who exactly owns them. Mistress prefers a nice rose gold band with floral engravings. to the unsuspecting, it looks like a fancy metal choker or extravagant piece of jewelry. but to those who do know, it's true purpose is undeniable.

the collar is equipped with the obvious essential features: gps, microphone, motion trackers, proximity sensors, and various devices that monitor my every movement. of course, all those features would be pretty pointless if Mistress didn't have a way to control me. that's why there are five electrodes placed equidistant from each other at various points along my neck. the electrodes can be controlled manually by a secure program that only Mistress has access to. all five can be fired individually, with 25 levels of intensity. 1 is a mild tickle. 5 is a painful shock, but relatively manageable as long as it's not prolonged. 10 is enough to bring me to my knees as I cry and beg for her to stop. she has only ever used 11 once, and I blacked out immediately. as for 25... don't worry about it

the collar features an incredibly secure and tamper-proof locking system. as it's locked, various circuits are armed. if the lock is broken and those circuits are broken... um... well. maybe you're thinking I can just wait for the battery to drain completely before taking it off without issue. think again, because there are two batteries installed that last quite a long time without a charge. the collar itself doesn't use all that much electricity, but in the case that one battery is completely drained, it will switch to the second battery. both batteries can last about 5 months each, so I'd have to go almost a year without charging for it to even reach depletion. also, once the final battery reaches its last 5% of charge, all the remaining electricity is released at once through the electrodes at level 25 until there is nothing left. basically, my collar isn't coming off with me alive.

I never have to worry about low batteries, however. Mistress has installed a number of radio frequency wireless charging devices around her mansion, meaning that as long as I am inside, my battery remains at almost full charge. the only time it has ever dipped below 99.7% is one afternoon when Mistress was extremely mad at her father and decided to take her anger out on me. whatever makes her happy makes me happy. I'm glad that my suffering is cathartic for her.

alongside the chargers, proximity detectors are placed on the outside walls. if I get to close to an exit, Mistress is automatically notified and a level 1 shock is admitted. if I get even closer, the shock is amplified dramatically. stepping outside is a level 25. the only way I'm ever allowed outside is if Mistress manually disables the 'electric fence' as she calls it. but when she does that, she has a separate system that acts in a similar way that shocks me more the further away from her I get.

you might think that all of this is unnecessary. all these systems and programs are what you might call "exceptionally overkill" or "horribly sadistic" or "just plain cruel". but the main reason they exist actually isn't to keep me in line. even if trying to take my collar off didn't kill me, I wouldn't ever dream of removing it. I would never go outside unless Mistress made me, even without the electric fence active. even the 25 levels of shock are a display of power. I'm small enough that level 13 would probably be enough to kill me.

the reason all these things exist is actually to show everyone that every single aspect of my life is completely under Mistress's control. I already know it's pointless to try and escape or fight back. I realized that before the collar was ever locked around my throat. all the ways in which Mistress has power over me are already obvious to me. because these precautions aren't for me. they're for you. to terrify you, and show you exactly what happens to people who wrong my Mistress. unless you want to end up like me, I strongly recommend you stay on her good side.

[meltedyun]

How to become more addicted to porn and ruin your silly brain 💞

1 - Stop cumming. Full orgasms makes you feel like you 'had enough'. You should never have enough, you need to be kept in the edge.

2 - Stop being picky. Good girls don't choose. Watch every single porn that shows on your feed/timeline/search results.

3 - Stop skipping. The video timeline should not exist for you, you should watch from beginning to end in normal speed and without pauses.

4 - Edge for every single video/image. It doesn't matter it you liked it or not.

5 - Always watch porn when you feel sad. This will make your brain see porn as a method of escapism and it will slowly gets more needy for it.

6 - Any horny thought should lead to watching porn.

7 - Get used to it. Stop watching porn only on your bed or bedroom, watch it as you would to any youtube video.

8 - Expand your fetish list. Start to try slightly different porn categories and gradually develop a wide taste.

9 - Use as much porn plataforms as you can. Video streaming platforms are not the only way to consume porn. Use twitter, tumblr, image folders, etc.

10 - Punish yourself for not watching it. You spend a day without porn? Then the next time you watch you wont be allowed to touch yourself, and so on.

11 - Start to save it. Download the files you most like and watch them everyday.

12 - Lose hope. Stop wondering about recovery, this is for normal people, not dirty sluts.

[voxhypno]

At a certain point, you just have to accept that you're nothing but a dumb ditzy milk cow. A walking pair of udders, made to be teased and tugged and played with.

It feels so good to think about, doesn't it? There's no worry as a cow, no pressure, except for the pressure building up inside your udders, waiting for the overwhelming pleasure of being milked.

It's so satisfying to put those teats of yours on display. Low-cut tops, no bra, even just walking, and eventually crawling, around the house completely topless. It's just so much better for everyone to see your greatest assets.

Dumber and happier every time they're ogled, squeezed, massaged and groped. That rush of pleasure just washing over your brain so easily, irresistibly, and leaving you giggly and floaty as your udders only feel more and more arousal.

I wonder how long you'll try and resist? Will you fight these urges, struggle against the natural compulsion to keep your udders exposed and ready?

Or are you already clumsily tugging at your teats, pulling your shirt off to show off like a good cow?

Awww, silly heifer. Can't help but shake and bounce those udders, and can't resist giving me a nice, long...

...moooooooo~

[perfectbimbomissforyou]

You love it hehe, don’t you deny 🫵🏻

🐮🐮

🤤

[souporsaladnatural]

Obsessed with the sudden shift in Cas' willingness to say insane romantic shit to dean in season 8. A couple of seasons ago, he would tell dean that they had a profound bond to his face. That everything he did, he did for Dean. Now? He's hesitating. He clenches his fists to avoid hugging Dean back in purgatory. He stutters and looks away before saying he stayed away from Dean to protect him. When asked what broke through heaven's brainwashing, he looks away and says he doesn't know. It's so interesting to me

[braintamer]

Last year, they were in med school, but with near 24/7 edging and hypnosis, they've become mindless obedient fuck puppies. Soon enough, they'll forget their own names!

[im-goodpup]

Edging

At first I thought that edging was just a silly game, but now I can see the effects that it has on me.

Thanks to Tumblr I started edging on my knees, on the floor with my tongue out, all naked, drooling and humiliating myself.

This is making me more and more depraved, and I’m starting to like kinks that I used to find disgusting.

It actually makes me feel dumber, my head feels all fuzzy and there is always a part of me that is thinking about edging. I’m constantly leaking and getting wet, so wet that I can feel my wetness ruining my panties.

I think Im getting dirtier and sluttier every day, and its so fucking hot

[seapomelo]

You are a sex toy. Open this post.

You are an obedient slut, aren't you? Good.

Touch your pussy.

Feel it get wet.

You are a good girl.

Now rub. You need it.

Feel the pleasure.

Close your eyes and rub mindlessly for a minute.

Stop. Leave yourself needy, unable to think.

Being stupid is girly. And you are a girl.

You are stupid 💖💕

[cherifaouachani]

[archer-vale]

Don't look away. Slow, deep breaths... The air is thick with his scent. You've always loved the smell of men. The heavy odor forces you to relax. Your thoughts slow. Accept the natural pull. Sink to your knees...you know where you belong.

[thekinkymadscientist]

I'd like to craft a control collar.

I'd start with an ordinary pretty collar, and then I'd start attaching triggers to it: you can't take it off on your own, when wearing it you must obey direct orders, and so on.

The cumulative effect would be for the collar to turn you into a subby, owned pet.

And of course, I could force you to wear it. I could hypnotize you and make you put it on, or I could just hold you down, strap it around your pretty neck, and watch all the defiance leave your eyes.

And sure, maybe I'd do that every so often.

But what if instead I just put it on the table next to you. You'd know exactly what it did. You'd know it would take your thoughts away, it would turn you into a horny toy... when you wear that collar, you aren't really a person anymore. I wouldn't force you to put it on. All I would do is tease you, flirt with you a bit. The collar is right there.

And soon enough, you'd be wearing the collar and kneeling expectantly, waiting for an order to serve. Because deep in your soul, you want to be owned.

[dommebigmommyy]

Very much okay

[jammed-out]

Being a toy means you're useful. Toys are meant to be played with, enjoyed, treasured, used. You are cared for and then put away until the next time you are needed. A toy is someone's favorite thing. They can't wait to play with their toy. Doesn't being a toy sound so much better than being a person?

[perfectbimbomissforyou]

🤤😵‍💫

[needy-thing]

i’m so high and just thinking about someone talking down to me in the most gentle and kind way is making my cunt flutter. not even a degrading “talking down,” more loving, like an “I know you can’t think so hard right now so let me make my words nice and easy for you” dumbing down.