#stepfordization

[stepforddoll]

[hypnoprep]

Enrolling in the Prep Academy -

Hello there boy, so you’ve made the decision to ask about enrolling, good, we love to see it. At the academy, we want to make sure that everyone who gets in fully lives and breathes the preppy lifestyle.

How to join?

Simply message this blog expressing interest, and we will begin processing you. Every boy who expresses interest needs processing. What does that mean?

Take Leonardo here, the first step in his processing was to take his yearbook photos. The flash from the lights can be pretty disorienting, Leonardo even forgot his own name for a moment, that usually happens, we were happy to remind him though, it’s such a preppy name after all.

It was a similar set of events for one of our senior students, Sebastian here. In fact, Sebastian put up some resistance, even insisted he had a different name, but he quickly came around. Now he and Leonardo are essentially joined at the hip. Leonardo will literally do anything Sebastian asks!

What does it mean to join?

After we have processed you, you are essentially agreeing to live the preppy lifestyle to its fullest. Lucky for you, we have a set of rules to help you on your way!

- Rule #1 Preppy Boys follow all the Preppy Boy rules.

- Rule #2 Preppy Boys only wear preppy clothes.

- Rule #3 Preppy Boys stay well-groomed and maintain a preppy hairstyle.

- Rule #4 Preppy Boys always wear white briefs and, when wearing a collared shirt, a white undershirt.

- Rule #5 Preppy Boys are obedient towards their elders and fellow Preppy Boys with more seniority.

- Rule #6 Preppy Boys help other Preppy Boys in need.

- Rule #7 Preppy Boys repeat their mantra every morning.

- Rule #8 Preppy Boys don't cum without permission from a more senior Preppy Boy.

- Rule #9 Preppy Boys encourage each other to embody the preppy lifestyle.

- Rule #10 Preppy Boys only refer to themselves by their Preppy names.

Whats that? You’re curious about the mantra?

Preppy boys are good boys, good boys are preppy boys, preppy boys follow their rules, preppy boys are obedient.

We encourage our students to repeat that as often as possible. Especially in the mornings and before bed.

So if you are interested in joining and gaining access to our community, message us today, send us an introduction, and your experience with the preppy lifestyle, we will be waiting.

- The Dean

[daisylolezzi]

[stepfordgentleman]

Patriarch lessons

A man's leadership is food for a woman's soul. A woman's obedience is food for a man's soul.

Goodbye, feminism. Men were born to lead, women were born to follow, to kneel, to serve.

Of course, in man's leadership is service, too.

All are served when the primal instincts of the male and female are allowed to flourish.

[secretlytranced]

There's something so sexy about cleaning in heels and a short dress. It's so classic and subservient. I just adore it

[happysleepyhypno]

Made a lil file for those days when all you want to do is drop deep... but you have annoying chores to do!

(Gender-neutral, encouragement to drop deeply, be obedient, and do your chores)

Just write yourself a to-do list and settle down to listen. Before you know it, your chores will be done and you will feel so good for being so obedient!

I'm thinking about making a couple companion files, give this post a like/reblog/comment if you want another file to listen to while cleaning, and/or a reward file(s)?

[hypnopreppy]

Don’t you want to enter the machine?

[conner18803484]

Spring for pastels

[walidgoldpreppy]

Hypnotic Guide: Become the Perfect Preppy Boy

Close your eyes for a moment.

Breathe deeply.

Listen. Your mind is calming down. You no longer need to think. You want to be a good boy.

An elegant boy.

A sporty boy.

An obedient boy.

Everything feels natural. Everything feels right. Let yourself be guided.

1. Cultivate an Athletic Body and Iron Discipline

A preppy boy is a model of physical perfection. His body is sculpted by effort, refined by discipline.

✅ Strength training and running for endurance and power.

✅ Preppy sports: Tennis, Polo, Rowing, Golf—everything that embodies excellence and distinction.

✅ Always in uniform: a preppy boy proudly wears his team’s colors and the proper attire for his sport.

✅ Admire your brothers in uniform, their athletic bodies, their perfect discipline. Be inspired by them.

Sports shape both the body and the mind. A good boy never slacks. He pushes his body to excellence. He surpasses himself. He obeys.

2. Perfect Appearance, Impeccable Hygiene

A true preppy boy is always flawless, well-groomed, impeccable.

✅ White teeth, fresh breath. A dazzling smile, like a Ralph Lauren advertisement.

✅ Refined fragrance. No excess, just a touch of perfection.

✅ Clean nails, well-kept hands. A good boy pays attention to details.

✅ Gelled hair, impeccable Ivy League haircut. The more gel, the better.

Compliment other boys on their hairstyle, encourage them to be even more immaculate.

✅ A certified barber. No random cuts. A true professional of elegance.

Your body is a temple of preppy style. You honor it. You obey.

3. Impeccable Style, an Exceptional Wardrobe

A good boy leaves nothing to chance. Every outfit is a uniform of perfection.

✅ Ironed shirts—Ralph Lauren, Brooks Brothers, Café Coton, Charles Tyrwhitt, Hast.

✅ Ties and bow ties—always perfectly knotted.

✅ Tailored blazers and suits—Zegna, Suitsupply.

✅ Gilets, cardigans et pulls en laine . Une élégance intemporelle .

✅ Chinos, dress pants, khakis, seersucker. Always fitted, never wrinkled.

✅ Leather dress shoes, boat shoes, loafers—Tod’s, Bexley, Paraboot, Crockett & Jones, JM Weston. Never sneakers outside of sports.

Look at yourself in the mirror. Smile blissfully. Every crease is perfect. Every button is in place. You are a model of refinement.

4. Condition Your Mind: Become an Obedient Preppy Boy

A true preppy boy does not need to think. He listens. He follows. He obeys.

✅ Listen to hypnotic audios daily. They help you become a better boy. A better athlete. A better preppy.

✅ Accept conformity with a smile. Thinking is tiring. Obedience is simple.

✅Follow the rules with pleasure. Let yourself go. Be docile.

✅ Compliment your preppy brothers. Encourage them to perfect themselves, to improve.

✅ Take pleasure in watching others change. Seeing them embrace the preppy lifestyle, surrender to it, find their true place.

Look at the boys around you. They are not perfect yet. But they will be. And you will be there to guide them, shape them, lead them to excellence.

5. Fully Immerse Yourself in Preppy Culture

A good preppy boy absorbs his culture.

✅ Read books on preppy history and style. Embody intellectual and visual excellence.

✅ Watch preppy films. Observe proper behavior, proper attire. Be inspired.

✅ Speak with distinction. Be courteous, polite, perfect.

Every day, you become more elegant, more obedient, more refined. You accept your role with pleasure. Breathe deeply. Let yourself go. You no longer need to resist. Be a good boy. Be preppy. Be perfect.

[stepforddoll]

[cyoc49]

Put Some Clothes On!

I’ve made my thoughts about modern young people known in the past, but you must know I really do try to hold my tongue. Even if I disagree with the way today's young adults dress, that doesn't mean I have to project it onto folks who are just trying to enjoy themselves... I mean, I very much can project onto them if I wanted to, if you've read some of my other material you've seen what I'm capable of. But doing that comes with all other sorts of consequences, which are admittedly usually very fun for me, but can be a headache to deal with. So again, I hold my tongue and silently lament the state of manners and dress in the world.

But sometimes, even I reach my limit. The other day, for example, I was going for a walk by the beach, when I came across a group of summer breakers having a party. All were dressed in far too little, but I did my best to ignore them and keep walking. Until I saw this one man. He was clothed only by the loosest definition of the word. His swimsuit was more like a folded napkin, designed to cover the bare minimum. Where did he even find a swimsuit that small? Do they sell them that small nowadays? And worst of all was the cockiness. The clear pride he felt for his body and all that he was showing. It made me sick. I could see in his eyes he genuinely believed this is what a good life was about. If I looked closely, it even looked like he had applied oil to his body to maximize the appearance of his exposed features.

This was just too far, even for me. I felt my words wanting to make themselves known. And before I could quell my tongue, I burst out in anger

“Put some clothes on!”

The group looked at me, and several started jeering. But I only paid attention to the undressed man. He was staring back at me, and I could see a blank look in his eyes. Uh oh. This is what I was trying to avoid. But this young man had pushed me over the edge and now he was going to learn firsthand the effect I can have on people.

Suddenly the man stood up and started walking away from the group, paying no mind of any of them. He stared dead ahead, no sign of brain activity behind his eyes. He was walking like a man on a mission, until he reached what I presume was his car. He got in, still clad in only a speedo, and started to drive away.

Shoot. This was getting out of hand quickly. Before he got too far, I hailed my chauffeur and told him to follow the runaway vehicle. Roughly 10 minutes later we arrived at what I presume was the man’s house. He'd driven his car haphazardly up the driveway, leaving the car door open and keys still running in the ignition. I headed towards the front door, which had similarly been left wide open.

From what I could tell as I walked through his house, he lived alone. I heard noise coming from a room around the corner. I walked into what appeared to be the man’s bedroom, where I found him in the attached bathroom looking very different already.

True to my word, he had put on some clothes. But he’d done more than that: he’d gone into his closet and picked out an outfit typically reserved for more formal occasions. He was wearing a purple plaid dress shirt, a Vineyeard Vines whale emblazoned on the breast. The shirt was tucked into a pair of pressed white dress pants, cinched with a brown leather belt. He'd chosen a pair of brown loafers to wear with the ensemble, but had decided to forgo socks, giving him the air of someone more likely to spend summer afternoons at the docks or the country club than half-naked on the beach. To that same effect, he'd taken some hygiene measures to clean himself up all around. He had given himself a clean shave, now looking much more fresh faced than he did with the previous mustache. And he'd run some product through his hair, giving him an appearance that was put-together but not overly formal.

I slowly approached him, taking in the transformation he'd undergone in just a few minutes. He was intently staring in the mirror, flossing his teeth. Once he'd determined that those too were spotless, he turned to face me.

I looked him in the eyes again. The blank expression was gone, and I could again see that cockiness he'd exhibited before. Instead of pride for his body, he was now showing pride for his appearance. As I looked at him, the side of his mouth formed a smirk.

"Is this alright?" He asked me, with a tone somewhere between sarcastic remark and genuine inquiry.

He'd impressed me a lot in the past 20 minutes, but this was once again a step too far. I'd already broken my pledge to keep my words to myself, I might as well finish the job.

"On your hands and knees," I snapped, and within half a second he was on all fours on the ground. Bent with his head pointed towards my feet in reverence. That was more like it. “Now look at me” I commanded him, and his eyes turned up to meet mine. I could see a mixture of emotions in his eyes: Fear for the control I exhibited over his body, fading hints of that cockiness trying to hold on, a slight arousal at his current situation. But above all, in his eyes I saw that he now understood exactly what he was: an object. His life as he'd known it was over, from now on he existed for my pleasure. He could do his little cocky hot boy act, act like he was king of the world dressed up or down, but he would always know I totally controlled him, and with just a few words I could make him be or do anything I wanted.

I stared him back in the eyes with a hard glare.

“You’re mine now, you know that right?”

“Y-yes”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir”

“Say it again”

“Yes, sir”

“Say it again”

“Yes, sir”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, sir”

“Who do you answer to?”

“You, sir”

“Whose boy are you?”

“Yours, sir”

“You love the orders I give you”

“I love the orders you give me, sir”

“You were lost before I found you.”

“I was lost before you found me, sir”

“You were degrading yourself with nudity.”

“I was degrading myself with nudity, sir”

“You were degrading yourself with vanity.”

“I was degrading myself with vanity, sir”

“You will follow a better way.”

“I will follow a better way, sir”

“You will follow my orders.”

“I will follow your orders, sir”

“I will make you into a man.”

“You will make me into a man, sir”

“A man has class.”

“A man has class, sir”

“A man should always respect himself.”

“A man should always respect himself, sir”

“A man should always dress properly.”

“A man should always dress properly, sir”

“A man should always obey his superiors.”

“A man should always obey his superiors, sir”

“A man knows his place.”

“A man knows his place, sir.”

“Now repeat it all back to me, boy, and tell me what you are in this world.”

A last trace of fear flared up in his eyes, one dying attempt of his conscious to hold on. One last breath of his old self. And then it was gone, and there was nothing behind his eyes. Just a drone’s gaze. Then, he began to speak in a complete monotone:

“I am what you make me into, sir. I was nothing before you, now I exist entirely for you, sir. I was lost, now I see my one goal in life. I need to be a good boy. I need to dedicate every fiber of my being to becoming a good boy. To following instructions. To respecting myself and other. I need to be molded into the picture perfect image of a gentleman, and I need you to do it for me, sir.”

It was done. Just like that, he was mine. I knew it wouldn’t take long to reach this point, but I did always enjoy the process. The rebellious ones are always particularly fun to break.

Now that he’s mine, I’ll need him to take care of a few last tasks.

“Listen up. I’m going to let you stand up in a moment, but you need to listen carefully.”

“Yes, sir”

“You’ve got a few tasks you need to take care of right now. Understand?”

“Yes, sir”

“Good. First of all, all this old junk has to go. All your clothes, all your furniture, it's all vulgar and unbecoming of a man. Go through some luxury catalogs and order new clothes and furniture. Everything you wear should have at least three digits on the price tag. All your furniture should be vintage. And as for that hunk of junk outside, go to the dealership and trade it for something with an Italian name. You might drain your savings doing this, but you don't need that money anymore."

"Yes, sir"

"Next, you're going to quit your job. Your friends, any clubs you were part of, any sports, it's all going away. You're not even going to say goodbye. Take your phone and throw it away."

"Yes, sir"

"Good. Once you've done all that, you're going to pay a visit to me." I handed him a card, "This is where I live. You'll be spending a good deal of your time here from now on. You'll get the chance to meet your new colleagues, other men like you who have come under my employ through one circumstance or another. They'll make sure to give you a warm welcome, as well as explain the duties and regulations you'll be expected to obey. Does that all sound good?"

"Yes, sir" In his eyes I saw total obedience, not just a desire to follow my orders but a love for my orders. He’ll make a good boy. Particularly malleable, ready to be shaped into a fun new mold.

"Good, now stand up."

He stood up and looked at me eye-to-eye again. Any of the previous cockiness was gone. I silently admired my handiwork to myself. This was a particularly troublesome man, and I had done a good job getting him into this shape. I thought about making some clever remark to him about the change he’d undergone, but my tongue had already got me into enough trouble today. So instead, I just looked at him and smirked.

He looked down, embarrassed and aroused by the power I held over him. He walked off in an extremely rigid, formal walk, picking up trash to throw away. I walked out of his home and back towards my car, where my chauffeur was ready to take me back to my home. I’d alert my other boys that they’d be expecting a new arrival tonight, and then the fun will really begin.

[bmbochangetales]

Another meeting Ashley was on the sidelines for. She wanted to make sure she made a good impression even if she wasn’t involved. She had just graduated college and wanted to work her way up. She had been helping pass out papers and serve the members of the board.

She even pointed out to the Board President a valuable client opportunity in his files. When suddenly he commanded the attention of the other men.

“Gentlemen, what a waste of talent you have keeping Ms. Smith in this position!”

Finally, someone saw her talent and skills. This was looking good for her. The President saw that she was good at the job and could do so much in a higher position.

“I mean look at those milkers, obviously she is going to make one of you a very happy man.”

What was happening? Her boobs suddenly tripled in size. Her once demure button down now squeezed he boobs out on display for the men. Oh fuck. They were huge. Maybe this was a test though to see if she could handle boardroom talk. She just began to remove their cups and dishes.

“Did you see they was she cleared the table too? A tray full of coffee cups and plates from breakfast and she did it in heels and a skirt! A domestic goddess waiting!”

Her skirt shrunk and become a tight miniskirt. Her sensible pumps became sexy high heels. Her hair and make up overly done for a day at the office. She continued clearing the table showing off. Making sure to touch the gentlemen and show off her assets to the company.

“And just look at those hips. My wife popped out 6 healthy kids and Ms. Smith looks even more able. Think of how many times you could knock up a young thing like her.” He gave her ass a slap for emphasis. Ashley’s hips widened as her ass bounced out. Ashley saw all the eligible men in the room. She wouldn’t have time for a career supporting one of these sexy, smart men. She would do better at home, getting knocked up, taking care of their home, making sure they don’t have to worry about a thing especially with their stressful job, that she could barely understand. She was here to serve them coffee and pastries.

“I’m sure she would bring you lunch and those lips for a good afternoons blowjob.” He gave tits a good squeeze as she refreshed his coffee. She let out a long moan but kept doing her job. She imagined being under the desk deep throating a big cock as her husband kept working. Stopping only to spray cum down her throat. Then wobbling down the hallway showing off her big pregnant belly, as she went home to make him a dinner worth of a Michelin star.

“Who is taking this fine bimbo home gentlemen?” The president asked the board. There were murmurs of negotiation as the gentlemen pulled rank and status on each other. Well the men were busy arguing, the lowly mid level manager decided to do things more forward. He grabbed Ashley and bent her over the projector table. Her moans called all the men’s attention to their lost prize as their subordinate claimed her for himself. They all looked to the president as the manager emptied his balls into Ashley who was just letting everyone know what a slut she was.

“Hostile takeover style,” the president said, “that is the kind of men we need in leadership here. The bimbo is yours. Now let’s talk promotion.”

[stepfordgentleman]

Words to live by

[archie-sunshine]

hey when you talked abt optimus stepfordization........ can i See It

yes you may absolutely see it <3<3<3<3<#,3

[hypnopreppy]

New Year, New you

Chet mumbles to himself as he checks his email. It’s New Year’s Eve and Chet could care less about partying or shooting off fireworks. All he wants to do is get some last games in before the new year. Taking a break from gaming, he decided to check his email.

“Hm? What’s this?” Chet clicks on an email he just got.

New Year, New You

“It's probably some stupid scam,” Chet says to himself. Curiosity getting the better of him, he opens it and decides to read what it has to say.

ARE YOU TIRED OF THE SAME OLD YOU? ARE YOU SICK OF FAILED NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS?

“Actually yeah I am,” Chet agrees.

THEN LOOK NO FURTHER THAN Optima! THIS BRAND NEW ONLINE PERSONAL COACHING SYSTEM IS JUST WHAT YOU NEED TO FIND THE NEW YOU!

“Optima?”

HAVING BEEN TESTED AND VETTED BY THE WORLD’S LEADING NEUROSCIENTISTS, Optima, PROVIDES UNPARALLELED CHANGES FOR A NEW AND IMPROVED YOU.

NO HARD WORK. NO GIMMICKS. JUST CUTTING EDGE TECHNOLOGY FOR YOU! GET RESULTS IN SECONDS!

“Seconds? Really?” Chet wonders what it would be like. His life is kind of boring for the most part.

THE NEW YOU IS JUST ONE CLICK AWAY! READY TO TRANSFORM?

CLICK THE LINK. WE DARE YOU.

Chet’s mouse hovered over the bright red button at the bottom of the page. “Is this real?” He asks himself. As he contemplates clicking it he reads some small text below the button.

Act fast! This offer vanishes at midnight.

He looked over at the clock. 11:59PM

“Oh shit!” He says. “You know what? Fuck it!” Chet clicks the link with a few seconds to spare.

The next screen brings him to a gray screen with black loading dots in the center. For what feels like an hour, Chet just stares with anticipation. What’s going to happen? Are they gonna take my money? His mind is running with questions.

Suddenly the screen goes black. A cursor comes on and types out “LOADING STEPFORD PROTOCOL…”

“Stepford? What the-” Chet is immediately cut off by the next words.

“WELCOME CHESTER WINTHROP”

“How the hell does it know my-” Before he could finish, the screen changed again, filling his room with bright flashing lights. 

“Whoa…” Chet was enthralled by the lights. 

The flash of colors featured words that he could barely make out.

RELAX

RELAX

RELAX

Chet felt an uncontrollable urge to just relax. The lights are so pretty, why not relax?

NO THOUGHTS

NO THOUGHTS

NO THOUGHTS

Chet’s mind stops running, the only thoughts being the words on the screen.

OBEY

OBEY

OBEY

Chet obeys.

DELETE PERSON

DELETE PERSON

DELETE PERSON

Chet is gone.

YOU ARE CHESTER WINTHROP

YOU ARE CHESTER WINTHROP

YOU ARE CHESTER WINTHROP

“I am Chester Wintrhop,” Chester mumbles.

YOU BEHAVE

YOU BEHAVE

YOU BEHAVE

“I behave.” 

YOU ARE COMPLIANT

YOU ARE COMPLIANT 

YOU ARE COMPLIANT

“I am compliant.”

YOU ARE OBEDIENT

YOU ARE OBEDIENT

YOU ARE OBEDIENT

“I am obedient.”

YOU ARE A GOOD BOY

YOU ARE A GOOD BOY

YOU ARE A GOOD BOY

“I am a good boy.” Chester repeats.

DRESS PREPPY

DRESS PREPPY

DRESS PREPPY

“Dress preppy.”

Unbeknownst to Chester, the reality around him warps to match his new self. His gaming computers and desk shifted to be minimalist with a laptop, his posters replaced with a simple pastel, and bed neatly done.

Chester himself also experienced change. His unruly hair suddenly became cut and brushed, his hoodie and sweatpants replaced with a collared shirt tucked into khaki pants. His slippers were replaced with boat shoes.

After a few hours of conditioning the video ended. Chester rose from his seat smiling, transformed into his new self. Chet, the unkempt gamer was transformed into Chester, a servant of the community and missionary to the Stepford Protocol.

“Golly, it’s late! I have volunteer work tomorrow!” 

[conner18803484]

Your future is looking brighter