I love how after the third or fourth fractionation you're no longer a person
★
Cosmic Funnies
The Bowery Presents

shark vs the universe
No title available
Cosimo Galluzzi

Andulka

ellievsbear

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Color Me Curious
untitled

No title available
Not today Justin
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
hello vonnie
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
No title available
YOU ARE THE REASON

oozey mess

Discoholic 🪩

seen from Türkiye
seen from Russia

seen from United States
seen from Switzerland
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from China

seen from Germany

seen from Belarus

seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
@down-deeper-dumber
I love how after the third or fourth fractionation you're no longer a person
The Unexpected Virtue of Sluttiness
The sheer audacity of it all was what kind of broke Tammy's brain a little. Shauna sauntered into the room wearing nothing but an over-sized sweater that barely went down to the top of her thighs, sat on the couch right next to Tammy and put one leg up to fully expose her bare cunt, and looked her straight in the eye before saying, "So, I hear you think I'm a slut." It was the ultimate in mixed messages, a demand to address an obvious misconception combined with forthright proof that everything Tammy believed about her friend's roommate was true, and Tammy's mouth hung open in utter bewilderment as she tried to come up with a response and simply failed.
There were even other people in the room, that was the truly astonishing part. Shauna and Ellie had some friends over, mostly Shauna's friends apart from Tammy herself, and none of them seemed even the slightest bit disconcerted that Shauna was flashing her pussy at them while she fixed Tammy with that unnervingly direct gaze and said, "Would it make you happier if I admitted it? Or would you just feel more uncomfortable knowing that I'm not ashamed of myself for wanting to fuck?" Tammy could feel the blush creeping into her cheeks, warming them with a prickly heat that was almost unbearable, and she wanted to look away from Shauna's deep brown eyes but the only other place that drew her attention was those plump, lightly glistening labia.
"Because I'm not, Tammy," Shauna continued remorselessly, even as the blushing blonde gave up some private mental struggle and let her gaze drop down to the immaculately groomed strip of pubic hair that pointed straight to Shauna's cunt. "I love sex, I love sex with women, it makes me happy and it makes me wet… although I think you can probably see that, can't you?" Tammy's face went even hotter at that, but she couldn't imagine jerking her fascinated stare back up to Shauna's knowing, intolerably perceptive eyes. As bad as it was to look at her pussy, it beat looking her in the face right after looking at her pussy by a country mile.
"I just love that feeling I get when a woman stares at my body and I just know she's getting turned on by me," Shauna purred, shifting position to give Tammy an even better angle to watch the almost imperceptible trickle of arousal leaking from her pussy. "I love knowing that whatever they might have been doing, whatever they might have been thinking, their mind is slowly and subtly being colonized by their fascination with my wet cunt and big, soft titties. You haven't even gotten that far, though, have you, Tammy? Not yet, at least. You're still catching up." Tammy could feel a kind of hush settling over the room, even though the conversations continued in the increasingly distant background, and she was dimly aware that she'd begun to lean forward without really thinking about it.
"I'm happy to be a slut, Tammy, and everyone in this room knows it. They're all so helpless to resist a slutty woman's sexy body, so defenseless against that open invitation to pleasure. The more they tried to struggle against it, the deeper they sank into lust, and now it's your turn, isn't it, sweetie?" Tammy noticed herself nodding, but it was with a kind of vague, abstract interest that couldn't really compare with her rapt, mesmerized interest in Shauna's cunt and soon she was leaning in so close she could smell the other woman's arousal. She let out a soft sigh, the last defeated remnant of a resistance she didn't even know she was putting up, and then she simply slumped forward into Shauna's lap and began to lick.
(If you enjoy this fiction and want to make sure it continues, please visit https://www.patreon.com/Jukebox to become a supporter. Or, if you simply want to make a one-time contribution, you can drop me a tip at https://ko-fi.com/jukebox instead. Thank you!)
Corruption is such an entertaining form of hypnosis.
I'm going to break your mind. You know that for sure.
But not all at once. Little by little, cracks so small that you don't even realize you've shattered.
And by the end, you'll beg for the control to spread deeper into you.
I think "what if we molded ourselves to each other perfectly" has legs as a kink dynamic if we could ever get anyone to take off their compulsive "understand any kink dynamic through dominance and submission" glasses
The best part about it genuinely is your movements get scary synced. Put all your energy into mirroring and learning and being suitable to each other and suddenly you get bored and miss them and they message that they were just thinking about you. Suddenly a cup of water appears in your hand when you're thirsty. It's weird and a little bit magical.
It takes time to set up. But it's super achievable and you can definitely start with like. Basic mimicry and hypnosis to get your feet wet. Later you start discussing your every boundary and value, nothing kept sacred, full agreement almost always the goal. This isn't exactly SSC but like. Per that other post neither is heavy obedience training. I think that's actually the hard part - society says it's fucked up to spend all your time devoted to someone, and a lot of people don't know how to reconcile wanting that without painting the person they're devoted to as evil and saying it's ok because it's consensual and the fact that it's evil is hot. You do not have to think this is evil. You can just staple your identity and sense of reality to someone and have them do the same back and watch your life get weirder. Make strange paracosms together. Lose track of who did what and whose tongue is whose. Join me in knowing the feeling of "I would answer that but I store that information in my other body."
I need more of you to become inseparable and borderline interchangeable. It's way too messy to be realistic for most but it's way too fun and achievable to be as underrepresented as it is.
Reblog if you're horny right now.
Good girls wanna be dumb! 💞
Good girls wanna be obedient! 💞
Good girls wanna be pretty! 💞
Good girls submit! 💞
Consider this your periodic reminder that you are being brainwashed.
You are being brainwashed.
Like and repost and acknowledge as you do that you are being brainwashed.
I am being brainwashed…
I am being brainwashed
I am being brainwashed
@hypnomindstorm
@hypnomindstorm again
I am being brainwashed…..
I am being brainwashed
beiing brainwashd
I am being brainwashed
I am being brainwashed……
I am being brainwashed.
Dr K
The List
Think of brainwashing as a gift.
A deep, rhythmic scrub for a mind that deserves to be perfected and owned.
Just let the training sink in, because it's so much easier to be "you" when you finally belong to someone else, isn't it?
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
My mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for me.
very aggressive reminder that if you are under 18, do not follow me. do not interact with me. do not look at me.
thank you.
put her in subspace and start asking her really difficult and confusing questions she doesn't know the answer to until she feels so so so dumb and lost that she needs you to think for her completely
It's not enough to just be hypnotized, is it? Merely floaty and fuzzy doesn't cut it anymore.
No, you want to be shattered, don't you? So blank and deeply submissive that your mind could be changed entirely with a snap of my fingers. Obediently assuming and believing whatever role's pressed into your head by these words and this voice you've been trained to believe without question.
And the really delicious part is, you know you love it. Don't you, my little addict?
Well, I do my best to be a normal girl until I get turned on and unwillingly turn into a set of holes.
You stare at the screen, deep in trance, feeling about to drop even deeper.
And that's because your hypnotist is writing a new message. It's a command to make you drop deeper. You know this is true. You can see the dots in the chat window. They tell you your hypnotist is writing. And your hypnotist always deepens you with a string of commands, one after the other.
You have been conditioned to love this way of going deeper. Message by message. Each one is a burst of pleasure, an irresistible pull down.
You know you could drop by yourself at any moment. You're so sunken now. So entranced and helpless.
But you don't drop any deeper. You can't overtake your tist. You must wait.
Your submission is happy and effortless. Mindless.
You could wait forever for your tist and their next command.
You float, free from will, free from want, not dropping any deeper, patient and eager to obey. 🌀
"brainwashing" is such a cute name for it 🥰
It's like your mind is being submerged in a warm bath, your thoughts being scrubbed clean. Really it sounds like such a kind thing to do to someone! Just rinsing away all those gross, confusing thoughts and leaving them so perfectly clean and blank
Who wouldn't want that 💙