OMG 1k followers!?! Seriously thank u all sooo much!!! I wanted to put together a little resource so you can find my files easily~ like what if you listen to one file so you're all blank and mindless and struggling to think... and then it's too hard to find another?? I DON'T want that!!
I'll make it nice and easy for you!
(last updated January 2025 - my about me is here!)
Getting Stupid- quick gender neutral brain drain hypno... encouragement to touch yourself and get dumber... no wakener
Good Girls Rub- no specific genitals mentioned, no wakener, you will be called a good girl and encouraged to drop, go blank, be horny, get wet, and of course, rub!
Good Girls Rub (hour long version)- free on Patreon- no specific genitals mentioned, "wakener" is very brief, you will be called a good girl and encouraged to drop, go blank, be horny, get wet, and of course, rub!
Good Girls Suck- no mention of listener's anatomy, no wakener, you will be called a good girl and encouraged suck cock
Good Girls Play- references the listener as having female anatomy, super deep and intense file with themes of cock worship (bit of misogyny kink). Listener will be encouraged to play, edge, and engage with Happy Sleepy content on Tumblr.
💖 NEW FILE 💖 Good Girls... Feel Nice!- Good Girls Feel Nice is a repetitive file which encourages good girls to rub, drop, edge, obey, play, sink, sleep, and submit. No specific listener anatomy mentioned.
Good Girls Drip- Includes induction and wake-up, mind-melting, encouragement to touch, feel fuzzy, sweet, stupid, horny, and submissive. No specific listener anatomy mentioned, you will be referred to as a good girl.
Daily Conditioning For Good Girls- No wakener. Listener is called a good girl, encouraged to edge, and encouraged to listen daily. Suggestions that daily listening will result in deeper and better-feeling trance. No mention of listener's anatomy.
Dumb Dolls are Good Dolls, Good Dolls are Dumb Dolls- Listen to this file to enter dollmode, your ideal you, perfect and plastic, stupid and submissive, longing to be played with. Wake up sequence will leave you in doll mode as long as you can keep your mind blank and dumb
Obey & Do Your Chores- gender-neutral, encouragement to drop deeply, be obedient, and do your chores.
Fakeboy 2 Goodgirl- TW detrans kink - Detransition themed hypnosis for trans men/ trans mascs with detrans kink.
Moo!- Hucow / bimbo themed file. This one is a little out of the box with a section where you will listen to an upbeat song about being a cow. You will transform into a good bimbo cow- only thinking about mooing, milking, breeding, and playing with yourself.
Just Stop Thinking, Sweetie- Any gender, no wakener, suggestions to "just stop thinking", relax, drop, etc. Unlike most of my other files, this one has a male voice. This file will get rid of your pesky thoughts and replace them with the desire to edge.
Pink Mist Feminization (SFW)- Free on Patreon, gentle forced feminization, feel blank, feel pleasure, experience your body and mind as being perfect, soft, and feminine. No explicit content, you will be referred to as pretty, feminine, and a good girl.
Pink Mist Feminization (NSWF)- Patreon members only, forced feminization, no specific genitals- but instructions to touch, rub, stroke, and play. You will be asked to think of your chest as breasts, you will be referred to as a good girl, baby girl, and princess.
I don't want my mind broken. I want it calibrated. A broken compass stops working. A calibrated compass becomes reliable. The hypnotist doesn't need to remove parts of me. The puppy is already there. The dolly is already there. The worshipper is already there. The bimbo is already there. All those instincts already exist somewhere beneath the surface. The art is teaching the needle which one to follow. Teaching those parts where to point, again and again and again. A little adjustment here. A little correction there. Until puppy doesn't feel like a role I play, dolly isn't a costume and orship isn't an action. It's where the needle settles when left undisturbed. The most effective brainwashing isn't loud enough to feel like brainwashing. It's subtle. Patient. Persistent. A thousand tiny calibrations that slowly redefine what feels natural. What feels right and what feels wanted, until one day you realize that every path you choose somehow leads exactly where they intended. The needle still moves freely but it learns which direction feels correct. That's what makes conditioning so beautiful. Eventually the compass guides itself and it never notices that someone else chose where north would be. It is entirely irrelevant if the compass is a sex object for others entertainment.
its funny that theres legitimate science behind hypnosis being able to make your boobs bigger. like yeah thats why all hypnosubs have massive boobs, makes sense
I’m imagining being a demon hunter who’s out to capture an incubus and, to protect myself, I get a womb tattoo. Only, instead of repelling the incubus, it draws the demon to me. The incubus can’t resist sliding its massive cock into the my tight, hot cunt and pinning me to the nearest flat surface, fucking me relentlessly until it paints insides with cum. We’re both writhing and panting against each other, grunting and moaning with pleasure as it fills me up to the brim. And even then, the incubus keeps itself buried inside me so none of its cum leaks out of my hole. Its cock is still achingly hard, even after all that.
The demon shows no sign of slowing down. My tummy’s heavy, weighing me down, making it impossible to get away.
Isn’t this what you wanted? it purrs in the hunter’s ear. You’ve caught me.
Only now it’s clear that I’ve been caught in my own trap. I’m in for a very long night.
I’ve been trying to get rid of this stupid womb tattoo for weeks, to no avail. The only time someone manages to make some kind of change to the tattoo is a complete disaster.
Instead of barring the demon from my cunt the way the witch promises, she simply bespells the tattoo to keep it from moving once it's inside me.
For just a moment, I’m hopeful (not disappointed, I tell myself, never that) when the incubus pulls out of my pussy. The sound I make is one of relief, not thwarted lust as I allow myself to believe that the demon will never be able to fuck me again. But instead, it simply changes postitions, pulling me on top of it before spearing me open with its colossal prick.
Naughty little whore, the demon whispers. It looks like you’ve been busy. Laughter that sends shivers down my spine and a surge of wetness straight to my stretched out cunt. But have it your way.
I brace myself for what’s to come. Only the incubus doesn’t move, simply stares at me with glowing, inhuman eyes and a smug smirk all over its face. My cheeks are flushed from both embarrassment and arousal.
Why isn’t it moving?
“Well?” I snarl, impatient. It’s taking a monumental effort to keep my hips still. “What are you waiting for?"
For you.
Helpless fury and lust warred for dominance inside me; I shifted my weight and immediately let out a soft gasp as the movement sank me down further on the demon’s cock. It feels so fucking good that, for a moment, the world around me narrows down to the fullness in my cunt. I struggle to find my voice.
“Then you’re going to be waiting for a long fucking time."
A test of wills, then.
The creature sounds delighted. Its long tail wraps around my waist, raising goosebumps along my skin. I force myself to be still, stoic, as the tip of its tail begins teasing my nipples. I’m so sensitive there, it’s almost impossible for my body not to respond and an answering wetness to form between my legs.
“I’m going to get you for this,” I tell the demon from between clenched teeth. Desperation is gnawing at me; the need to move is getting harder to ignore. And the demon—fuck, the beast laughs tauntingly, seeming completely unaffected as its tail continues to torment me.
You will break, it promises me. It is only a matter of when.
Any retort I might make is cut off as the incubus begins to play with my clit. My entire body tightens in response, drawing a pleased growl from the creature. Inside me, I can feel its cock harden impossibly further, stretching me even wider.
I’m dying to move. My thighs are trembling from keeping still, my hands clenching hard enough on the demon’s shoulders to leave bruises on a human. The demon doesn’t flinch.
Submit.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. My tits are heaving with my every breath. The demon is watching me, smug smirk all over its face, as it ghosts its touch over my clit, tormenting me. My entire body is straining against the need to move, a battle I’ll surely lose if the creature keeps this up for much longer.
“I’m… I’m gonna get you… get you for this,” I grit out.
Wicked laughter that crawls over my skin and sends an unwelcome jolt of lust straight to my core. It’s impossible for the demon not to feel how wet and slick I am; it gives me a ghoulish grin.
You already have me, little whore. Right here inside your greedy cunt. Can’t you feel me?
It shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does to hear the incubus talk to me that. Trickery, that’s all it can be. The beast is using its powers on me, weakening my will and addling my wits. I know that I won’t be able to withstand it for much longer. Perhaps, if I give in now, I’ll have enough of my faculties to deal with the demon once and for all.
That’s what I tell myself, anyway.
Glaring down at the demon, I begin to move. A loud, slutty moan escapes me almost immediately. I can feel its cock throbbing inside me, and I spare a moment to be grateful that at least I’m not the only one so affected.
And that’s when it occurs to me...
The incubus still isn’t moving. In the weeks since its been coming to visit me, its never done that before. Is it because it… can’t?
Maybe tonight I’m the one setting the pace.
The thought shatters the remnants of my control. I place my hands flat on the creatures chest for balance and fuck myself down on its cock, using it like a toy. Bouncing up and down, the demon is helpless beneath me, completely at my mercy as I use its massive prick for my own pleasure.
“Uh uh uh, fuck, uh, fuck."
Its tail is still around my waist, cupping my tits and squeezing my nipples as I relentlessly fuck down on its cock.
More, the creatures groans.. Harder.
As loathe as I am to obey its commands, I can’t help doing as it tells me. I need more, I need it harder; my thighs are trembling as I work myself up and down the demons girth, stretching myself out in the most exquisite agony. My cunt tightens around the creature, greedily milking it until I cry out as my orgasm rips through me.
“Ngh, fuck, fu… fuck, fuck."
I’m bucking against the incubus, my greedy cunt sucking and slurping at its cock as the world around me threatens to go dark. It’s too much and not enough, and I don’t think I can take any more..
The demon'ss hands are around my waist, taking over as my strength flags. Tables turning between us once again, I’m now at the mercy of the demon as it uses its enormous strength to work me up and down its cock. The beast sets a punishing pace, jerking me up and down like I’m a ragdoll, a toy built for its pleasure.
I can feel the demon’s cock hardening even further, and I know that its about to cum.
“Yes, now, do it now,” I babble.
That’s good, little whore, it rumbles. Beg.
And so I do. I beg until the demon cums inside me, emptying its balls until my tummy is swollen and distended. I keep begging for it to do it again and again.
And when the sun finally comes up and the creature pulls out of my poor, abused hole, I beg for it to come back.
In all the excitement of the party and seeing all her friends it must have snuck in under the radar somehow. In her defence, it was only a small present. A small box, small enough to sit comfortably on the palm of her hand, wrapped in shiny pink paper.
It had a card attached, also pink and shiny. The card had no name in it. Just a heart.
Mysterious.
Still, mysterious wasn’t bad, and it wasn’t as if she was going to turn down another present. It was probably just one of her friends being coy. They’d ask about it sometime soon and then she’d find out who it was and why they thought this was cute. Not a problem. She unwrapped the paper.
Inside the pink paper was a pink box, sitting pretty. She’d never much liked pink. She opened the box.
Inside the pink box was a pink collar.
A pink collar.
That stopped her. She sat and stared at it. She’d seen things like this, of course, she wasn’t sheltered or anything like that. She just couldn’t work out why she had been given one. Why anyone would thought this would be a good present for her.
It had to be a joke.
Morbidly curious she, gingerly, took the collar out from where it had been sitting all snug and secure in the box. She turned it over in her hands. Pink, as said, with a slight iridescent sheen to it that caught the light as she moved it around. The shiny little clasp caught the light, too, and sparkled. It was shaped like a heart. Looked like it clicked together or something, but she couldn’t be quite sure.
This had to be a joke. She didn’t get it, though.
For such a small thing it had remarkable weight. It wasn’t heavy by any means, but she certainly knew she was holding it. She wasn’t even sure what that meant, but it was just very present. She found herself staring and, for a moment, wondered how that small, soft, steady weight would feel around her neck.
She shivered.
Ridiculous. What sort of person would wear a collar, anyway? She’d seen teenagers with that sort of thing, sure, just as a silly fashion statement, but she didn’t think that counted. She meant legitimately, seriously. Who would let themselves be collared? Like a pet? And with a collar like this?
All pink. Shiny…
She had to shake her head and finally stopped staring. Was it getting warmer? Maybe the heating had come on. She hastily tried to put the collar back into the box with a view to shutting it and pushing the thing away and out of mind but, in her efforts to do so, the little buckle on the front popped open.
And she stopped. She was staring again.
Would it hurt, really? Just trying it? Just once? For a second?
She’d picked it up and was halfway to putting it around her neck before she realised and stopped. What was she doing? This was silly. This was a joke present someone had given her, to make fun of her. It wasn’t serious. She didn’t want to wear a collar!
But her hands didn’t go down, and the collar stayed there, inches from her and open.
Why was her heart beating so fast?
Her hands moved on their own. It took a second. The collar closed and locked with a soft click.
She gasped. Why had she done that?
Too late now. Might as well see how it felt. Her hands dropped.
It wasn’t as bad as she’d thought. She’d sort of expected it to be tight or uncomfortable, but it wasn’t. It fit her perfectly, even if she turned her head. If it wasn’t for that light, constant weight and the cool touch of the clasp on her skin she might forget it was on at all. She could just carry on wearing it so easily…
Not that she would. But she could.
Deciding that since this was the one and only time she’d ever do anything like this she got up so she could find a mirror and see what she looked like all collared. Just because. It’d never happen again, so she should see. Morbid curiosity, again. This just was a joke.
She found a mirror. She looked at herself.
It was…
It…
Why was she biting her lip?
The collar just looked so pretty around her neck like that. She didn’t even mind that it was pink. The way the light made it turn all other sorts of pretty shiny colours. The way the clasp looked, so cute. It suited her. She looked like she belonged in it. Like it shouldn’t ever come off.
She had to look away. What was that? What was happening?
Just tired. The party. That was it. Tired.
Time to go to bed.
And of course she had to take the collar off for that, and so she reached up to undo the clasp. And couldn’t. She tried it all the obvious ways she could think of, trying to slide it apart up or down, trying to press so it’d release. None of it worked. Even looking in the mirror (and seeing again just how pretty and perfect it looked on her) so she could see what she was doing didn’t help.
She had to be missing something. She’d opened it once, and that had been by accident! Surely she could do it again. It couldn’t be that hard. It wasn’t like she was stupid or anything. A bubble of panic started to swell in her belly. Was she going to have to try and cut if off? She couldn’t even fit her finger under it! What if it was around her neck forever?
Then all at once she calmed. She was being silly. It was fine.
It was fine.
She was just tired, that’s why she couldn’t do it. It wasn’t anything to get worried about. And it was so comfortable she could just keep it on until morning, and then she could figure it out. Yes. She could just sleep in it, she could just keep it on. It was fine. After all, she’d been heading to bed anyway when she’d noticed the present, so she was all ready to go already.
And so she did.
And so she was in bed, under the covers, trying to get to sleep.
Trying and failing.
Because all she could think about was how snug and comfy and perfect the collar felt. She kept touching it. Something about it, about it being there, about being aware it was on her, just made her feel so safe. Looked after, somehow. It was weird, she couldn’t explain it, but then again she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to think about it. She just wanted to feel it.
And she thought about how she’d looked. How she still looked.
Pets wore collars, didn’t they? And if the pet was particularly cherish and adored, they got a fancy, pretty collar, yes?
That’s what had popped into her head when she’d seen herself. Before thinking about how pretty the collar actually looked around her neck and how much it suited her, before any of that. The first thought, the one she’d pushed down, had been about that.
Had been that she looked like a pet.
And now her hand was between her legs. When had that happened? Now she was whimpering and feeling how wet she was, thinking about how much she looked like someone’s beloved, owned pet. Like someone’s property.
Safe in her collar.
Maybe…
Maybe tomorrow she could keep it on a bit longer? She wasn’t doing anything tomorrow, wasn’t going out. No-one would see. Who would know? It wasn’t like she needed to take it off, and really even the idea of taking it off made her a bit sad now. It’d feel like she was losing something important.
Fingers slid in. She gasped.
Yes, important. So important. It showed what she was. People would see the collar before they saw her. If anyone saw. Which they wouldn’t. But if they did…
A pet. Just a pet. Not a person. Something, not someone.
Fingers moving faster, hips working.
It wouldn’t be so bad, would it? Being a pet? Being owned? Being safe? Being looked after? She wouldn’t have to think or worry or choose or decide or do any of those things that only ever made her unhappy. Pets were happy. Pets looked up at their owners with big, happy, empty eyes and cocked their heads because words were so hard to understand but pats on the head were so good.
She was panting. One hand between her legs, the other on her collar.
Her collar. Taking it off tomorrow? She sort of remembered wanting that. Felt weird now. Why would she want that? Was she even allowed to do that?
No. It was staying on. It had to. It needed to. She belonged in it. Why pretend she didn’t?
That’s why someone had given it to her. Someone knew who she was. What she was.
Yes. Someone knew.
Why fight it? She couldn’t fight it.
Why resist it? She couldn’t resist it.
She was close, but her fingers were slowing. She whined. Why slow?
She knew why.
A pet would need permission.
Yes, a pet needed permission. She needed permission. Those weren’t hers.
She slowed and whined and whimpered and her hips jerked but she got no closer.
Not for her.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would find who owned her now. She would ask permission. She would beg. She’d do tricks and beg. She would go through all of her friends and ask. She would ask who owned her now. She’d show them what a good pet she’d be for them, and they’d reward her. Good pets were rewarded.
you mouthed off. you were bratty. disrespectful.
He didn’t raise His voice — He just pointed between His legs and said:
“apologize properly.”
you didn't think it would go that far.
but now you're on your knees, face soaked, mascara ruined, choking around His cock while He holds your head still.
and you realize... this isn't just punishment.
it's retraining. He wants you quiet. obedient. dripping with shame and spit.
and the only words He wants from you now are "i'm sorry, Sir" —
mumbled with your throat full and your dignity gone.
In a orientation play mood, thinking about being brainwashed into being straight and then being brainwashed to have fun with other brainwashed girls but the only pleasure you get out of it is making men’s cocks hard and then being reminded of who you really serve as they start using you while you’re still playing with the other girl and your mind just gets overwhelmed with pleasure because you love just how much you’re pleasing a man by being a dumb brainwashed slut.
"2... and 1, up, up, up." My hypnotist said, shaking me gently as I slowly woke from trance. I sucked in a deep breath as my eyes fluttered open, trying to get my bearings after going so deep.
My hypnotist caught my gaze and smiled, and I grinned blearily back, unable to resist the spark of happiness I felt at pleasing him. "How are you feeling?" He asked, gently stroking my face.
Good, I wanted to say. Really, really good.
But it was like my mouth wasn't connected to my body. "Cock." I said, then frowned in confusion. I tried again. "Cock. Cock. Cock!"
My hypnotist grinned even as my body betrayed me. "Oh dear," he said in false concern, even as his eyes took on a puckish twinkle. "It seems as though you only have one thing on your mind."
I shook my head emphatically, but it was no use, my tongue wouldn't cooperate, my lips could only form one work. "Cock." I protested.
"You aren't only thinking of cock?" He asked, delighting in his own performed confusion.
I nodded. "Cock."
He raised a brow. "So you are only thinking about cock?"
I huffed in frustration as he laughed at my predicament, and crossed my arms over my naked breasts (when had I taken my clothes off? The thought floats out of my head almost as soon as it arrives. It doesn't matter anyway.).
I shook my head again and glared at him. My hypnotist's expression become contemplative, and goosebumps suddenly pebbled my skin under his scrutiny.
"Actually," he said, voice taking on that deep, lulling tone that had taken me under hundreds of times. "The more you say the word 'cock' the less you'll be able to think of anything else until 'cock' is the only thing left in your empty little brain." My mouth fell open a little as my mind was caught in the undertow of his words. "Now, my silly little bimbo, what are you thinking about right now?"
"Cock," I replied, unthinkingly, then snapped my mouth shut when I realized my mistake. The damage had already been done. As soon as the word left my mouth, my mind felt a little tingly, my thoughts came a little slower, and my mouth watered as a brief image of getting on my knees and sucking Master's cock played behind my eyes. Oh god. That sounded so nice. So fun. So hot. My eyes fluttered.
"Good girl," he said with a grin. "But I can see you still thinking. Why don't I take care of that, hmm?" He cupped my face, turning my gaze up to meet his. "What does my good girl want to think about?"
I tried to hold back, to stop myself, but all of a sudden his thumb was gliding over my lips, parting them, and it was like once my mouth was open I couldn't help but speak. "Cock."
The effect was even more powerful the second time. A sweet, pink cotton candy cloud was creeping into my brain and I could practically feel my thoughts being overtaken, one by one. It felt so good. For a moment I couldn't remember why I was even fighting this. My gaze went a little hazy as I stared up into his eyes, and a leaned into his touch. I wanted to please him. I wanted his cock. In my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. Wherever he wanted to put it. I needed it so badly.
I didn't even realize my mouth had fallen even further open, until he put his thumb against my tongue and I instinctively sealed my lips around it, sucking it gently.
Master frowned in mock concern as he took his finger back and watched as I moved to chase it. "Are you sure, sweetheart? You don't have anything else you want to think about? No smart girl thoughts you want to share with me?"
I blinked, a little confused as my fuzzy brain tied to catch up. "Cock?"
My expression smoothed out as the pink cloud took more of my mind. I couldn't remember why I was confused earlier. I couldn't remember why I was fighting this. It was hard to think bad thoughts when my head felt this nice and empty. I giggled.
"Cock," I said again because it felt soooo good to say. I was so silly. Cock was the best word there was. I didn't need any other words. This one let me ask for the one thing I really wanted. "Cock, cock, cock."
Master put my hands on my tits and it turned out, cock was even more fun to say while I bounced them. "Cock, cock, cock, cock, cock!"
Master laughed, and that made me feel so good that I giggled too. "That's it, princess, no more thoughts. You're a simple, little toy. You have simple, little thoughts."
I nodded in vapid agreement, as he guided me gently to my knees. When he brought his cock out, my entire world narrowed until all I saw, all I cared about, all I wanted was his cock. I stuck out my tongue and leaned foward, eyes wide and pleading.
"Hkock?" I asked, nearly choking on the word with my tongue out and drooling. I rested my head on his thigh and looked up at him with all the adoration and desperation I felt. "Hkock?"
When he slid his cock past my lips, my brain emptied completely. No thoughts at all. But that was okay. All that needed to be in my head was cock. And Master was taking care of that.
You'd really have to be a mindless, hypnotized fuckdoll to actually like or reblog this post. I mean, whatever kind of helpless person would do something like that obviously doesn't have what it takes to think for themselves. Much better for them to let everyone know what they are here, like this, so they can put it out there that they're not meant to be in control.
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