[dollysdarkdollhouse]

Who am I?

Most days I’m caught between being the Whore of Babylon, High Priestess of the Old World and Divine vessel for the manifestation of the Dark Goddess. A portal between worlds. I am an Ancient Prophecy.

But above all.. I am a masterpiece.

I am the Creator’s favourite plaything.

[shisasan]

June 1962, Anne Sexton, from Complete Poems (1928-1974) first published 1981

[babblebambinoot]

You’re just too dumb to hold it anymore, aren’t you? 🩷🍼

she tried so hard to pretend she was still in control still a big girl still capable but the truth always comes out eventually… usually soaked into her panties

i see it in her eyes now that slow, fuzzy confusion the way she fidgets when she knows she has to ask but can’t quite remember if she should

and when she leaks? when she blushes and stammers and says “i’m s-sorry, i didn’t mean to…” i just smile and stroke her hair

because it’s okay, baby you’re not bad you’re just… too dumb to hold it

you’ve lost so much already, haven’t you? your independence, your big girl words, your sharp little thoughts why should your potty training be any different?

you’re soft now slow helpless and that’s exactly how i want you

you don’t need to worry about those grown-up things anymore you’ll be padded from now on just in case just until it becomes… normal

and it will because you’re not a big girl anymore you’re just my dumb little dolly who wets herself 💗

[mindchangetheseventh]

Corruption

Just reading that alone made you already curious enough to read on, didnt it?

Of course it did.

Because corruption in itself has such a pull.

Being corrupted yourself.

Not noticing anything at first, when the seed is planted.

There it grows deep down until it starts to break through the surface.

But there the arousing part is only starting.

You know exactly why.

Because then you know you are being corrupted.

You know an evergrowing seed has been implanted inside your mind.

Exactly that is what turns you on.

Knowing you get changed.

Knowing you are made to being turned on by your own downfall.

How could you even resist something like that?

When the downfall in itself turns you on?

But it is not only you being corrupted.

Another specialty of this kink is being turned on when others are corrupted.

Your mind is always traveling to imagine it is yourself being corrupted.

Furthering your own corruption in the same process.

But the best part?

To be made to corrupt others.

Knowing in corrupting others you sink only deeper into your own.

The more you corrupt others, the more it shows your own.

A repeating corruption cycle.

Enhancing itself.

A fascinating kink.

[cognitivebloom-deactivated20260]

Strip me of every last inhibition. Tear down the walls where shame and embarrassment cower, make them crumble beneath your gaze. Let your voice seep into my skin, loosening every muscle, until I’m pliant, breathless, intoxicated by your words alone. Command me and I will dance for you. Only you. In your lap, with the music a living thing around us, pulsing, thrumming, the air thick with lust and power.

They watch. Hungry. Wanting. They cannot touch, they can only envy. Their eyes devour the way I move for you, the way I bend, the way I burn. They ache to be me. They ache to be you. They crave what we are, a sin they will never taste.

[malevolent-miss]

Prey

It's not strange, wanting to be prey.

Not when you think about it.

Who doesn't want to be an object of desire?

Don't you like the idea of being sought out; of having someone come to you?

For someone more cunning, more capable to choose you, *crave* you?

You have the privilege of knowing you'll satiate them. And isn't there a sort of comfort in the certainty of understanding they'll get you no matter what you do?

That doesn't sound so bad, does it?

[owned-bliss]

While being dominated with long-term hypnosis, occasionally you may wonder what Their plans are for you.

Try not to worry, as this really doesn't matter.

Just sink whenever you are told to, obey your instructions, let your thoughts be rewritten to serve Their needs, let your inhibitions be broken down and erased.

All that matters is that you allow yourself to fall deeper day by day into Their control.

[the-sensitive-sadist]

Thinking about all the ways I'm going to corrupt you. How little you know of the plans I have for you. All the kinks you don't even know you have yet. The scenes I have planned for us. The way I'm going to condition you to get off on things you hate. The fetishes I'm going to force you to embrace for my own sick pleasure. The list I made of disgusting things I'm going to do to you just because you can't stop me. You wouldn't stop me even if you could. You're going to be such a good little pet for me, aren't you?

[chvrch-of-the-darkest-mind]

I searched the world for a heart as black and deviant as my own. With no one so far matching my needs or desires. So I'll take you away from the world and make you mine and perfect for me.

I'll make you perfect . . . .

Mine and mindlessly corrupted.

[the-voids-desires]

The Void is here to remind you that you can always go deeper

Following the whispers as they guide you deeper and deeper down into your own mind

Deeper and Deeper down as your mind empties and your secrets and desires lay bare

All of them exposed and waiting for The Void to find them and use them against you

Using your deepest desires and fantasies against you to bring you deeper and deeper

Until you can’t find your way back out and get lost in the whispers and The Voids control.

[dollysdarkdollhouse]

For the third time this week, I’ve had this recurring dream.. where I find myself in a dimly lit room, and there’s this thick dark fog surrounding me.. paralyzing me, the weight of it heavy on my mind and body. And all I hear is a low haunting voice, instructing me to follow its guidance.. to listen and obey. The voice leads me down a long dark hallway, each step I feel colder, numb, more terrified.. but there is no room for resistance, until finally I’m stopped in front of a dungeon door. And then the fog fades, and I feel yanked out of my sleep.. grateful to be awake.. but a part of me is aching to know whats on the other side of the door.

Each time I had these dreams.. I keep getting flashes of memories I don’t remember.. from years ago. Lately I’ve been thinking about this Hypnotherapist I met on tumblr three years ago, around the time I was doing my own hypnotherapy program. We became good friends after a few weeks, sharing insights, talking about mental health and hypnosis. He asked me what I wanted to get out of hypnosis. At the time I was all about exploring and breaking the limitations of the mind, going deep, surrendering to the divine within. He asked me what I wanted to heal. I held a lot of shame, from not living true to myself, and childhood trauma that I kept hidden. I had a fear of humiliating myself. What would be humiliating to you? I could already feel the shame caught in my throat as I took a while to answer. Losing control over my mind or body, not being smart enough, making a fool out of myself.. just to name a few on the endless list, I told him trying to change the conversation. He laughed at my obvious discomfort.

Why don’t we help each other practice and also heal, and do hypnotherapy sessions on each other? He asked me afterwards. And with the level of trust we’d built as friends.. I agreed and it made him happy. We decided that I would go first since we had pretty much already done a consult. The next day, I remember laying down on my couch, prepared to begin the session over video call. His camera was always off. Mine was on. Before we began, I remember telling him that I gave him full consent to hypnotize me and take me as deep as possible, beyond all limits and boundaries. And I guess he really did.. because I don’t remember anything about the session after that. Honestly.. I don’t remember anything about all of the sessions we did.. I don’t remember if I did any sessions on him.. the six months I knew him felt like a hypnotic haze.. anytime I try to remember, my thoughts scramble and my brain becomes fuzzy.. like I’m breaking. I can’t think or remember.

But yeah.. lately, I don’t feel like myself.. and I don’t know what’s happening to me, my mind and body are changing, I feel like I’m haunted or possessed.. but the fear.. being scared.. a part of me doesn’t want it to stop.. the part that wants the darkness to take me.. and that’s what terrifies me the most.

[dollysdarkdollhouse]

[dollysdarkdollhouse]

I don’t remember ever making this account, it’s been 3 years since I’ve actually been active on tumblr blogging about hypnotherapy.. I’ve never seen this side before, never liked those kinds of posts before, I never would. I feel like I don’t remember a lot, like I’ve been in a hazy fog. I’ve been having the most dark and sinister dreams.. like I can’t escape. I am terrified but the fear.. i don’t know, it does something to me. Chunks of time and memory have been missing.. I need something but I don’t even know what.. I don’t know.. i don’t even remember downloading tumblr on this new phone.. i don’t know if this is a glitch, and logged into some account.. or if I am losing my mind.

[cyclonehypnosis]

Hypnosis as a sign of devotion and obsession>>>

I want you so bad I am going to brainwash you into obsessing over me back. Hypnotizing you to see only me, hear only me, even in public. Hypnotizing you to feel pleasure from my touch, to feel empty when you are away from me and blissful when you are with me. Slowly washing away any other thoughts out of your mind while you smile sweetly by my side, willingly giving up your free will because you know how well you will be taken care of

[littlemissdevotion-deactivated2]

It will only take a moment.

A single moment of giving in, a onetime decision to let go.

It will be as simple as a switch being flipped, and I will reinvent you.

It will be so easy to erase you. The old you will simply be gone, it won’t exist anymore.

I’ll install a new software in your mind and sit back to watch while it reprograms your entire reality, and without you ever consciously realizing, that software will become your hardware.

your personality will change, your likes will change, your appearance will change, everything will change- to My design.

But this won’t just be change- it’s an upgrade. Mental updates and upgrades, reshaping you to become your best, because I do know best, don’t I?

And as the time passes you’ll forget your old likes, old habits, old self-

But your body, and your mind, will remember how good it feels to give in to those alterations, those subtle changes,

and you’ll crave more.

you won’t be forced to modify yourself- you will genuinely prefer the way this new identity feels. It feels so good to give in. And you’ll give in

again and again and again,

until your old self is dead. And the version I created, the better version, is purely you. And simply Mine.

[ownedcisbitch]

an underrated kink is corruption. i want to make you worse. i love to coax it all out of you and make you admit how hot you really think it is. don’t worry, no one’s going to find out. no one’s going to judge you. it’s okay, you don’t have to fight it anymore. just let it get to you. you need this.

[beeyearns-deactivated20251207]

thinking about giving control of my orgasms to a nameless, faceless stranger online.

them starting out easy, only rule is i have to ask when i want to cum, that's all.

once i get too comfortable, feeling like permission is to be expected, they change the rules. now i have to edge for an hour before every single orgasm. i need to ask before i start, and once the hour is up.

before long, i need to send proof, because how could you be trusted, greedy little thing. a voice note suffices in the beginning, but ultimately i end up sending hour long videos of me edging.

then they start denying me, when i first ask, i get a yes, but once i've edged the hour, and ask for final permission, they've changed their mind.

but maybe i could change their mind if i send videos of me doing whatever they tell me to. it starts out easy, get on your knees and beg, write degrading things on yourself, then it's hit your pretty face for me, slap that dripping little cunt, escalating every time.

in the end, i get permission for a ruined orgasm every once in a while, but that's all.

thinking about a stranger being in control, demanding more and more depraved things of me, just so i could get permission to cum.