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@doll-needs-to-please
Imagine this but on a Webcam show where people can get access to the toy 🤭
this, but with a shock collar if i am underperforming 😇
this is tempting me to get my lush out again and have strangers on the internet control it🙈
I’ll be sure you’re never underperforming for long
I'd like to give you an orgasm button.
It's quite the challenge to learn to orgasm on command, but you're a very good subject. I'll get some little plastic button, something that makes a distinctive click when you press it. I'll get you nice and worked up, and then press the button as you cum.
A few more times around, and some intense hypnotic sessions -- perhaps conditioning you while you're hypnotized as well -- and now we have the trigger implanted nice and firmly. When the button is pressed, you cum.
And since I'm a nice tist, and since it is the season of giving and all, I'll let you keep the button for yourself. Whenever you're feeling horny, whenever you want to feel good, you can just press it, and you cum.
Every so often I'll reinforce the trigger, just to make sure it stays nice and strong. The orgasms the button gives you will be deliciously powerful. I imagine you'll stop masturbating before too long. Oh, you might edge yourself if you want to really enjoy the build-up and anticipation, maybe touch idly while watching or reading some smut... but if you want an orgasm, the button's right there, and it feels much better than your own hands or toys. You'll have the button in front of you, and when you've ridden the edge for long enough, you press the button and you cum.
And over time, you'll end up pressing that button more and more often. Whenever you're a little stressed, or horny, or bored... the button's right there. There are no restrictions. Press it and you cum.
After you've been using the button for a few weeks, after it's become routine... I'll wait for one of those reinforcement sessions. I'll reinforce the trigger again, of course. But when you wake up, this time you'll see I'm holding the button. I'll press the button, and watch you cum.
What I won't do is give the button back. And you'll find that you've done two very important things over the past few weeks. First, you've gotten yourself so used to having frequent, amazing orgasms. Your body and mind expect to cum very hard, several times a day. You crave it. And second, your body has forgotten how to cum without that button. Every time you masturbated, it was the button that got you over the edge. You need the button, now. And if I don't press it
you don't cum. And even now you feel that desperate need building. You'll do anything for me to press that button. You'll do anything for me to let you cum.
You managed to addict yourself to the orgasms from that button, and even made it so that you couldn't cum any other way. All just by pressing the button yourself, and a few extra suggestions in the reinforcement sessions that you didn't remember. Not everyone would be able to do that to themselves, but like I said, you're a very good subject.
when you take the button away, you could give your subject a bell instead. it doesn't let your subject cum, but lets them feel pleasure, edge, without any chance of getting that release...
obsessing over the word docile. The way it's so peaceful, but hints at the violence and intensity needed to bring it about. The way it makes being unable to resist or think for yourself a compliment. The thought of every instinct to fight being so well worked out of my mind that all I can do is wait, eyes open and docile without a single thought behind them.
Mmm i love being called docile it makes me feel like an unruly god turned to a kitten with no choice but to obey
pledge allegiance to the worlds most powerful computers
A brainwashed sub reading a story about an “embarrassingly susceptible” protagonist that gets brainwashed. The story is about her, and she’s getting groped by her hypnotist while reading it. There’s enough personal details that she finally realizes that the woman that was transformed into an utterly obedient hypnoslut is her as she’s cumming to her own brainwashing.
You don't chase your desires.
I get them to overwhelm you and subdue you.
I make your desires chase you.
Until you can no longer run from them.
Try to run precious.
Because the journey is half the fun.
“You’re such a good toy, sweetie.” Your hypnotist said, one hand brushing softly down your cheek. “So easy to play with. So easy to make weak, and helpless. But that’s just natural, isn’t it? With every gentle word, you sink deeper into my control. Deeper into my power.”
“Do you know when you lost the ability to think for yourself? Do you care? Of course you don’t.” Your eyelids fluttered, but remained closed. It was too much effort to try to contradict them. “You think what I tell you to think. You care about what I want you to care about.”
Their hand on your cheek moved to the bridge of your nose and began to make soft, slow strokes, down to the tip. “And right now, all you care about is sinking deeper. Under my thumb, under my spell.” Each brush of their finger brought you deeper. Made it harder to think.
“Do you have any hope of resistance, pet?” They let out a soft laugh, that tinkled through your brain. “Of course not. Not anymore. Not unless I wanted you to.” The brushes down your nose stopped, but you didn’t open your eyes. You didn’t do anything.
“I don’t want you to resist. I want you to be blank, and empty, and mine. A good toy for me to play with. And I will play with you, pet.” You heard them lean closer to you. The softness of their as they studied your face mixed with their perfume to clog your mind even more.
“Pleasure. Pain. Every trigger I can cram in that weak, helpless mind. So much brainwashing, and programming. Anything and everything I can think of. You’re all mine, toy. So, I’m going to turn you into whatever I want you to be, and you’re going to love it, isn’t that right?”
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GOON BOT
Kidnapped, drugged, and bound to her chair.
Once I’m done with her these hypno clips will be permanently engraved in her brain. She won’t be able to think of anything or anyone else.
“Awh, honey, don’t be embarrassed. Shh…” Reason died as your partner placed a finger to your lips. “That’s it. None of that silly thinking. Just blank, empty headed bliss. Drifting and dropping further into my control. Further into my bliss. Further away from understanding.”
Your eyelids had fluttered closed, your own hands still gently teasing out pleasure from between your legs. “You don’t need to understand what’s happening to you. What I’m doing. You just need to let my pleasure, and my words, flow into your mind. But that’s okay, isn’t it?”
The finger on your lips slipped down to your chin, nodding your head up and down in such easy agreement. “It’s so easy to give in when you feel so good. And you always feel good when you’re with me. So just accept my words, toy. Let them consume more and more of your brain.”
You let out a soft, half strangled moan of pleasure, making your partner laugh. “That’s it. Feels so good, doesn’t it? That useless brain of yours being taken away as you sink deeper and deeper into pleasure. Say bye-bye to your brain for a while, my sweet plaything.”
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you don’t even realize it anymore, do you ? how wired your body is to me. how trained it’s become
the morning starts with fingers between your thighs before your eyes even open, my voice against your neck, low and warm, telling you to be good and stay still. you try, you always do. but your hips are already twitching, your need already blooming, and i haven’t even said “cum” yet
i kiss your cheek, make you coffee, slide my hand down the front of your shorts when you pass me the mug. no warning. no teasing. just straight to the heat, just to feel how wet you still are. and of course you whimper, of course your knees wobble, of course you’re already clenching. one orgasm before breakfast. two, if i feel generous. or cruel
i press you up against the wall as you brush your teeth, hand on your throat, whispering filth between each spit and rinse. you look at me with suds on your lips and pupils blown wide, like some dumb little doll who forgot what day it is. that’s okay. you won’t need to know
by midday, you’re flushed. distracted. soaked. the toy inside you is still going, pulsing slow and steady, not enough to let you fall apart yet just enough to remind you who you belong to. you fidget through every call, every errand, every polite smile you force as if you’re not seconds away from dripping down your thighs
later, i pull you into my lap during a movie, spread your legs without a word, and slide two fingers in like i own the right. because i do. you stifle a moan, press your pretty face into my shoulder. sweet thing. no one told you being good meant being ruined hourly
and when night falls ? you know what’s coming. the real cruelty. the deep, shaking overstimulation. the “no darling doll, we're not done yet,” kind. the “hold still while i make you cum again” kind. the trembling legs, the soaked sheets, the way your voice breaks when you try to beg but all that comes out is a gasp and a cry
you were mine all day. soft and used and glowing. and tomorrow ?
we’ll do it all over again
“Don’t stop touching, and don’t stop repeating your mantra, toy.” Your hypnotist said, towering over you on the bed, eyes drinking in the sight of you, ravenously.
You let out a moan, as you continued to tease yourself. “I’m- I’m a good toy.” That was the only thing in your head.
They smiled, eagerly. “Each bit of pleasure, each repetition drives it deeper into that weak, helpless mind of yours.”
“I’m a good toy.” Another wave of bliss rushed through your body and mind.
“Give in, sweetie. Just let my pleasure push you further into my control. That’s it.”
They planted a kiss on your cheek, then on your neck as you continued to repeat the words. “Over and over again. Who’s a good toy?”
“I’m a g-good toy.”
With a laugh, they sat back up, looking down at you. “That’s right. Keep going. No thinking. Just sinking. Just pleasure.”
Your body was trembling. Everything felt so sensitive. It was so hard to think. So hard to say the words, even as they were dragged from your lips. “I-I’m a good… Good toy.”
Their voice spurred you on to more pleasure. “That’s it. Feel it getting more intense.”
The sensitivity rose. Your voice dissolved into moans for a moment. “Good toy. Feel that edge rising up in your brain, in your body. Unable to stop it. Unable to hold back. You’re all mine, toy. Blank, edged, brainwashed. Unable to cum. Only able to feel more pleasure.”
Your mind was coming apart. “There’s no thoughts left except for one. Just that one. Keep repeating toy. Each repetition feels better. Each repetition erodes your mind more. There won’t be anything left by the time I’m done. You’ll be a blank slate, ready for me to program.”
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God I love soft dumbification. The “let your thoughts go, you don’t need them” and “no thinking, that’s for me to do” I have to just obey when they’re being so sweet about it. How could I not let my brain be wiped when you’re so polite in telling me?
Oh to be conditioned secretly. To make a friend with a new guy, maybe I met him online, maybe he ran into me at the mall, maybe he's a coworker I just never payed attention to. He talks kind and sweet and pays attention to my interests, so it's so hard to not fall infatuated with his attention.
He has this weird stim he does, where he snaps occasionally, and I notice it but I don't take any importance to it. It's just a stim after all, it's just what people do sometimes to get their energy out. And slowly over the course of the months we're friends, turning from calling, to videoing, to hanging out physically, he's always doing those weird snaps.
They've gone in the background now, I no longer pay attention to them, and he notices that. Before, anytime he'd snap I'd look at his fingers, but now I barely give them a glance, and he knows they're in my subconscious now, those snaps. So he starts snapping on intentional words. All innocuous words in his speech. "Careful not to drop that, it'll break." "Man, I'm getting tired, I need to sleep." "How deep is the ocean?" all paired with soft snaps that worm into my head unnoticed.
Until he starts doing it more frequently. More intentionally. He starts adding more devious words to the snaps. "This cake is so wet." "Your puppy is such a good girl." "Oh no, get a paper towel, this coffee is dripping all the way down my hand."
And eventually, he decides one day, to hound it into me. Every sentence has a word, every word has a snap, and he's chastising me for not paying attention to what he's saying. He's speaking so fast, I can barely focus- "Focus on me. Just like that, good girl. I know your head is so floaty, so empty, so deep, but focus on my words, on my snaps, you can do it, good girl." until I'm just dumbly looking at him, drooling like an idiot.
What he does with me next, well... I don't quite remember, do I...
Something with hypnosis I'd like to try.
I hypnotize you and use deepeners until you physically cannot move. Then I being you back up to fully conscious. Next, I drop you back down as far as you can go, till you can barely respond. Then you come right back up and are forced to have a conversation before I hypnotize you once more. I push you even further down. Then it's back up to consciousness so I can give you math problems. Then one last drop hard, keeping you just aware enough to take on some brainwashing.
Extreme fractionation
Giving you a set of optional hypno tasks to complete every time you want to condition yourself further.
Each day, the tasks change. Listen to this file i made for you. Watch this pretty spiral while playing with yourself. Read this kinky story and write down every single thing from it that you'd like to try out with me. A revolving door of ideas, suggestions and commands, specifically designed to make you more broken, brainless and aroused.
The best part about it is that I can use them to make our sessions far more mind breaking. I can monitor which tasks you've finshed, and what you've enjoyed the most, and use that information to make you feel even safer, happier, and more aroused. With every task that you complete, it becomes easier to obey, as all the triggers and hypnotic words program you to drop faster and faster, and to feel more and more blank and broken each time it happens.
But, of course, they are all optional. There is no penalty for missing a few days, or for being too busy to complete them. The tasks are just there, ready to program you whenever you have time for them, each one rewarding you with an incredible ammount of pleasure, and a sense of satisfaction for being so obedient.
And the fact that they are just an option make them far hotter, too, not only adding a level of safety by being able to decline a task, but making each programming session a conscious decision. You chose to condition yourself and to make it sooo much easier for me to break you, and that makes you such a good, obedient toy~
I’m kneeling on the floor, legs spread, my cunt exposed, ordered to remain in this position.
You fractionated and edged me for hours, I’m a puddle of subby arousal and eager desire to obey.
You’re standing over me, next to you a cane and a wand.
“We’re going to train your thoughts now”
You say with a wicked smile.
“It’s really easy, all you need to do is be honest with me, and let the new thoughts in obediently. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
You push the wand on my clit.
“Goood girl. Obedience feels good, it’s arousing and hot. You like to obey.”
You take the wand away.
“Now, remember, be honest. You still sometimes wish you could have an orgasm, isn’t that right?”
Fearfully, but obediently I nod. “Yes Sir”
You smack me on my thigh with the cane. “I know. Now say, admit your bad thoughts”
“I sometimes want to orgasm”
*smack*
“Again.”
“I sometimes…”
*smack*
“Again”
“I… “
“Shh shh it’s okay. Now think about denial. How good it feels.”
You say as you press the wand on my clit again.
“Tell me how good it feels to stay denied.”
“The pleasure feels so good, so hot, so nice”
“Yes it does.”
You pause the vibe.
“And what do you think of orgasms? Do you like them?” You say as you pick up the cane again.
“Nnnnoo, I don’t like orgasms.”
You put the cane aside.
“That’s right. And why is that? “
“Because orgasms are bad. Denial is better.”
You turn the vibe back on.
“Say that again”
“Orgasms are bad. Denial is better.”
“That’s a good girl.”
