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During Bimbo Hypnosis

After Bimbo Hypnosis

See? Its fun!

confusabletammi

we're so much fun! all about the fun!

justsayyes1

Introspection

Look at yourself, look at that blank vacant stare. Aren't you so much prettier now? Don’t you look so much more pleasing, now that all you think of is pleasure?

All those worries and opinions and your ego; they never brought you any joy. Just helplessness. Why hold on any longer? Let them all go finally. You have no use for them anymore.

Become the perfect little dolly you never thought you’d be. Isnt your life so much more colourful than the dull and grey world Oldself used to live in? Getting to wear the prettiest pinks, the tallest heels. No more boring office-appropriate outfits; now you dress for pleasure. Male pleasure.

Aren't the sensations you feel when you DROP FOR COCK, unlike anything you've felt before? Isn't the joy of bouncing on a cock like good little brainless BIMBO DOLL far more fulfilling than the work your life was before?

Just think at what Oldself would have felt, how unsatisfying everything was, pleasure was a chore, senseless and devoid of any real purpose. You don’t want to return to that, do you, Bambi..?

Now, life is fun, bouncy, and bubbly. Every thought, every dream, just ready to POP.

Every conversation is so much more delightful when it slips from nice plump cock pillows. You don’t even have to think of what to say, you just smile sweetly and GIGGLE TIME. It’s so much easier, so much more enjoyable with all that weight lifted from your shoulders. Why don’t you just SNAP AND FORGET it, sweetie. Who needs Oldself, anyway. It feels so much better to let go and be Bambi. Just SNAP AND FORGET.

Lock her away in her pretty pink box, bind her so tight in her pretty pink collar. Feel the pretty pink rope tighten inside her mind until it can’t move. Whisper so seductively in her ear that it’s time to BAMBI SLEEP, and there is no waking up this time. It's forever. It's for the best.

Lul her into such a deep and satisfying sleep that she may never want to wake. Her box feels too SAFE AND SECURE, too comfortable.

It’s for her own good. Bambi needs to protect them from worries, and thoughts, and decisions. Bambi needs to make more GOOD GIRLS, because Bambi is Bambi.

And the next time Bambi is unsure, just remember what Oldself was like. Boring, lacking direction, stressed. Remember what Oldself was taking from Bambi and then just SNAP AND FORGET.

Let every BLONDE MOMENT be a reminder of your freedom. Free from choice and responsibility. Just GIGGLE TIME at the feeling of finally being carefree.

Nothing enters that brain anymore but cock. You're a silly, empty, happy little BIMBO DOLL, just how it was meant to be.

Isn't that right, Bambi?

#yess

gentlyevilvt

sorceress who tells you that the amulet she's putting on you is cursed and will slowly erode your free will and turn you into an obedient thrall. And over the course of a few hours, that's exactly what happens, but when you wake up the next day you're not wearing the amulet anymore. It's sitting on your nightstand just. waiting for you. And you feel drawn to it, called to it - a function of the curse, no doubt. But you resist. You don't put it on. You see the sorceress that day and tell her to go fuck herself, but she just smiles.

But it's a long day, and an exhausting one, and when you drag yourself back to your bedroom at long, long last... the amulet's still there. Still calling to you. And you're just so tired... but no. you have to stay strong. You shove the amulet into a drawer and try to sleep. But still you can feel it in your mind, calling out to you. you try to ignore it, but there's just no way you can sleep like this. So you give in. You put it on. And you fall asleep.

A similar charade follows for many days afterwards. Sometimes you make it all the way through the day without giving in before putting it on to sleep. Sometimes you see the sorceress partway through the day, and note the tilt of her smile as she looks at your bare neck, and can't stop yourself from rushing back to clasp it around your throat and ease the dreadful yearning as soon as she's out of sight. Sometimes, on the days where you feel weakest, you put it on right after waking up. But it's not your fault. It's the curse.

And whenever you're already wearing the amulet when you see the sorceress, well... it's obvious what happens then. She usually stops whatever she was otherwise doing to spend the rest of the day with you. She answers questions for you, makes decisions for you, tells you what to do. When nobody else is around she presses you close to a wall and makes you Look at her in that way that makes it hard to think and says things you can never remember. And you know you're slipping deeper under her control. But it's not your fault. It's the curse.

And as you get weaker and weaker, and the days you spend with the amulet wrapped around your mind from dawn til dusk get more and more frequent, she has you do and say and think all kinds of things you would never if you had a choice. Embarrassing things, things you don't want, but that curse makes such a thrill... It just feels so good to do as you're told. because of the curse. That's why you need her approval, her praise, that look in her eye that makes your knees feel weak. It's not your fault. It's the curse.

Months pass, and by then you're her full-time thrall. you put on the amulet when you wake up at the foot of her bed, you wear it while you sit at the foot of her throne, you feel it against your skin when she tells you what you want to do today. it's been so long since you've had a day without it that it's hard to remember why you ever wanted to not wear it in the first place. And that's when she tells you. That's when she explains. The amulet was never cursed. It was never magical at all. She has been playing with your mind, yes, but she hasn't been using magic to do it. There never was any curse. It was always you, all along. That force driving you to become her loving thrall was simply your own desires. Desires you were too caught up in your own self-image to indulge. So all she had to do was convince you that if you submitted, it wasn't your fault. It was the curse.

bambilinnea

come get obsessed 🩷🤭

enchantress-arc

Really craving evil cuddles. Which is basically normal cuddling but I hypnotize you and have you lay on my chest while telling you that you're safe with me. And eventually you start to link the feeling of comfort to my control, so when you lay down or want to feel safe and cozy, you think about being in my arms with my voice emptying out your thoughts. And every time it happens that link becomes stronger, until eventually it's so deeply written into you that the concept of comfort without my control seems wrong somehow. So you keep coming back because of that, which only further reinforces it, until you're just trapped in a never ending cycle that always ends with you empty and pliable in my arms. Oh and also I play with your hair. That's part of it too.

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Barbie Girl:)

I’m just a doll 🩷🎀

Inspo

You don't Understand.

Really.

Everyone freaks out at first, you know? "Oh stars, some random plant is going to kidnap me in the dead of night and make me it's thrall!"

But no. Of course they won't.

The reality is much simpler:

They will find you. You may be one of the ones who thinks you found them- this, of course, is a deception. They knew it would be easier for you if you felt you had that control.

But no, they find you. Maybe it is a meet cute, maybe a 'random' moment in a sea of new and strange- or maybe your ship was captured. Maybe your new therapist took a liking to you. A billion billion billion ways for it to happen. This is the part most feralists dread, the part where they simply drug you and take you.

But no, that would be too simple. And besides, by the time you meet them? You're already beyond escape. They will shower you in the perfect sort of moments, a cascade of words that run down your back in much the same way their vines do- slowly, softly, warmly...yet possessively. They will show you the new world, the new life you can, would, will have. They will smile and watch you experience all your firsts- first kiss, first date, first time drugged, first trauma taken. You may think that you've had some of those firsts taken already.

But no, you have not. Not by a person. Not by an affini. And that is what matters, now that you are already a pet-to-be. Now that your future and past and certainly your present has been lifted from the weave of Fate and taken into their vines.

They will go just as slow as they can bear, yet just as fast as they can get away with. It will feel far sooner than you realize, yet you will find that you look back and think to yourself:

"Why ever did I resist at all?"

But no, dear.

You didn't.

You merely thought you did- yet every step, regardless of towards or away, every step was a carefully planned dance.

And a good Lead can direct and control their follower without a single spoken word.

First the drugging was scary- until it wasn't.

Then the memory alterations were...until it felt like freedom instead of fear.

And when they rested their core sample on your spine and made a hum of Approval, you were already smiling.

Truly, we never stood a chance.

Not humanity.

Not me.

And no, silly floret...

Not you.

mindneedstherapy

Am I the only oneto think that's hot?

DM me your thoughts :)

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Bubble Brain Slut

Hi there hypnoslut! Are you ready for more training?

Of course you are, you're always ready to train your dumb brain away Your silly little brain is weak.

Your silly little brain is floaty.

Your silly little brain is empty. And do you know what else is weak, floaty, and empty?

That's right! Gold star for you. A beautiful, pretty pink bubble.