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Touched on the EDGE

My favorite thing about control is the touch.

Not the physical touch, lest we become distracted from the purpose, but the touch of my will against your mind.

That moment, a subtle shift in tone perhaps, when you are no longer simply reading or hearing my words...you are following them.

I prefer live feedback for that reason. There is nothing in the world hotter than the change in the tone of your voice when you recognize that your will is no longer the dominant force in your head. This blog does serve nicely as a chronicle, though.

I wonder sometimes how it feels for you, when my will brushes against the edges of your mind. Sometimes subtle, subversive, slithering, insidious slipping into the thoughts you've forgotten and working its way deeper. Perhaps you notice and don't care, can't stop, submit.

Or perhaps by the time you are aware, you've already surrendered.

I confess the subtlety is often more attractive than taking things from a more direct approach, though the latter can also be fun. My will won't often dominate you in an absolute fashion, the process is softer and far less blatant. I've heard it compared to the ebb and flow of the tide. I like that.

I also like that you can feel the shifts in it. Little things, when you read or listen, like the way it suddenly matters more what I want. The way the world fades around you and my words become more clear. The way what I'm saying repeats itself in your head - or are you repeating it? Is the distinction important? Could you stop if you wanted?

I summarize that phenomenon as follow and obey, as in your mind is becoming trained to follow and obey my words. The summary is lacking and perhaps ineloquent, but I do so love patterns of words that fit a rhythm - the back-and-forth swing of a watch or metronome. I wonder what rhythm they fit when you chant them softly...

The beauty of the touch, when it works, is that the words themselves aren't important. I confess that I don't know how effectively my musings capture the notion, let alone the moment. The feeling of having your mind ensnared. The knowledge that every word takes you deeper. The desire, the need, to read on and on and on and follow and obey.

It is, perhaps, like being on the edge of trance. I do like edge play, after all. Teasing and letting you stare down the drop you know is coming, yet making you wait helplessly as you grow weaker and more compliant...unable to take that last step until you are told.

You didn't know you had to be told. Often you don't have to be told. That is the touch, see, the influence of my will. I haven't told you not to drop, after all. You could stop any time you wanted, even now. Or you could let yourself drop. But you won't.

Would it matter, though? Has my will slipped in deep enough to continue to alter your thoughts even after you step away? Time will tell.

Or it already has. You were perfectly rational a few minutes ago, and now...now you are all hazy and starting to feel very soft and my words make more sense than any kind of logic or reason. You feel that pull on the edge of your mind, which is ultimately just the weight of my will resting on thoughts you know you aren't meant to have...not really.

Truth is, you don't want them. You didn't exactly come here to be involved in deep thinking, though you definitely want to be involved in something deep.

I haven't mentioned the arousal, because I'm curious. Does it form without being instructed, yet? Have you sunk that far into my influence? I haven't compelled you to touch yourself while you read my words, have I, so where does that ache originate?

The details are unimportant, and we both know where this ends. You'll kneel, you'll chant, you'll submit, you'll succumb. You'll feel the touch of my will against yours and you'll let yours dissolve into mine. Your mind is an afterthought, and maybe this time I'll let you keep it. The ability to think does so nicely contrast with being controlled. I enjoy the juxtaposition, even as I prefer your mind to be blank. Blank and empty and follow and obey.

Again, the physical is irrelevant. You kneel even now, whether on the floor or just in your mind. That's the truth of the relationship, the intent, the goal. My will, my words, guiding you where we both want you to go. The subversive nature is useful, but not required.

Subversive indeed. You are craving to be told something direct. A command to follow, and instruction to obey. I've been keeping you on the edge, and your mind wants to be shut off. The subtle is driving you mad, you want the direct. You want my will to crack across your mind like a whip and subdue you into a blissful blankness.

Feeling me rewrite your desires is just so much lust and want and teasing and you've been such a good girl, following and obeying every word and phrase and line so far.

I could tell you to sleep, to drop, to touch yourself and go mindless for me. You'd do it. I don't believe you'd even hesitate. Would you? That eagerness betrays you. Perhaps that's the point.

I want you to edge, instead. To read again, hungrily taking in my words. To touch yourself, if you can, but not to cum. Reduce yourself from rational and aware to a drooling mess that simply wants to be controlled. Taken. Enslaved.

I'm not there to anticipate when you reach the point I want, which is a shame, but we can work within these constraints. Read this twice, three times, four, however many it takes for you to feel so incredibly weak and submissive that even the idea of being called a good girl makes you twitch with need. Let yourself repeat my words, chant the ones that catch you just so. Follow and obey.

Resign yourself to the soft and teasing sort of brainwashing for as much time as you can devote to it now. At the very end, if you're good, you'll feel my will shift inside your head. If you edge long enough, too long, I'll reward you. That touch will change from teasing to dominating, and you'll drop like so many stones falling through water...straight to the bottom. I'll even let you orgasm, maybe, but only once you realize how unimportant that is in all of this.

Call it enlightenment. Call it torture. Call it cruel. Call it amazing. Call it whatever you like.

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Bubble Wrapped Bimbos

There’s an implicit understanding around the idea of a bimbo that it is an easy thing to be. A bimbo doesn’t have to worry about very much, certainly not thinking. They are free to bounce, bubbly, brainless, and spend their energy focusing on the more fun things: sex, for instance.

Bounce.

I respectfully disagree. Thoughts can be very pesky things, and ridding yourself of them isn’t always a simple task. Many bimbos subscribe to the philosophy wherein the process of bimbofication involves having their brains removed, their intelligence compromised, their thoughts turned to bubbles to float away into the ether.

Bouncing your body makes your brain bubbly.

Which isn’t to say there’s anything wrong with that, of course. But a bimbo doesn’t necessarily need to be absolutely brainless, nor even to have their intelligence drained at all…and certainly not permanently. Part of the appeal is often in the transient nature of the transformation.

For now, we’ll focus on the brainless sort of bimbo. Perhaps later we can explore the alternatives.

Bimbos bounce their brains away.

After all, there is something to be said for allowing your thoughts to become bubbles, creating that light and airy feeling in your head. It is, I suspect, a little easier to feel like a bimbo when those thought-bubbles begin floating and bouncing around in your head, and especially once they begin to pop.

Brainwashed bimbos must obey.

But what happens when your thought-bubbles are being stubborn, when they don’t behave like the slick and oily bubbles that pop so simply? There are a few options. First, let’s consider another kind of bubble: bubble wrap.

You know what I mean, I’m sure. You’ve felt the enjoyment of popping that plastic packaging to release the air sealed inside. You’ve also found that some bubbles are easier to pop than others – sometimes you can roll the wrap along your fingers and appreciate the sound of so many rhythmic pops, but other times you have to apply some additional pressure before you receive that anticipated reward.

Bubbly brains are bound to burst.

Some of the bubbles can be downright frustrating, I know. The reward for normal bubble wrap is that giggly, somewhat silly, glee; it’s a lot of fun, and downright cathartic. But for your thoughts? The reward is becoming a brainless bimbo, and feeling the combined physical pleasure and mental relief when the thoughts pop and escape, leaving that wet, pink lust behind.

Bursting bubbly brains blow pink.

It’s a very compelling reward, isn’t it? You’d happily apply as much pressure as it takes to pop those thought-bubbles, but perhaps you aren’t quite sure how. There’s a line here about how that might mean you’re already more brainless than you expect, but we’ll skip that for now. Instead, consider the source of the pressure.

Bimbos bounce their brains away,

Brainless bimbos must obey.

Pressure around your thought-bubbles can come from the simple act of bouncing, of course. It can come from my words flowing steadily into your mind, perhaps repeating like an echo that escalates until the pop. In the first case, you’ll simply bounce a little harder; in the second, repeat my words either aloud or in your head to ramp up the pressure. But those aren’t the only methods.

Bubbly brains are bound to burst,

Bursting bubbly brains blow pink.

You see, we can also soften the surface of the thought-bubbles. You want to be a bimbo, after all, or you wouldn’t be here – you certainly wouldn’t have made it this far into a script designed to make you a bimbo. But I expect it’s more than casual want. You find the idea of becoming a brainless obedient bimbo arousing. It turns out that arousal softens bubbles…don’t take my word for it, though, let your focus shift to the intensity of that arousal, and feel the way the resistance inside your thought-bubble changes, as if the pressure is suddenly coming from both sides.

Bimbos bounce their brains away,

Brainwashed bimbos must obey.

Now there are three methods to ramp up the pressure on that stubborn thought-bubble of yours: bounce a bit harder, repeat my words to yourself, and focus on how aroused being bimbofied makes you. The bubble-wrap doesn’t stand a chance, especially when you recall how intensely rewarding that pop is going to be. Raw pink pleasure drenching your suddenly vacant head, freeing you to be the giggly, bouncy, brainless bimbo you want to be.

Bubbly brains are bound to burst,

Bursting bubbly brains blow pink.

Brainwashed bimbos bounce blankly.

Blank brainless bimbos bounce.

As rewarding as the pop will be, wouldn’t it be better to feel that over and over again? Of course it would. There’s a less common method of making bubbles easier to pop that we’ve just unlocked – making a single, large bubble into a bunch of much smaller ones. Even if you’ve already popped the thought-bubble, it’s surprisingly straightforward to imagine any remaining thoughts, brains, or some part of your body covered in bubble wrap.

Bimbos bounce their brains away,

Brainless bimbos must obey.

Bouncing bursts brain-bubbles,

Bursting bubbles blow pink.

Lots of tiny bubbles are much easier to pop, as you know, which means all you’ve got to do is pick your favorite method: bouncing, repeating my words, or feeding your arousal. Then the fun can really begin…you get to bounce, chant the bimbo mantra, or touch yourself, and enjoy the immensely satisfying sensation of all of those pesky thought-bubbles popping in rapid succession.

I’d tell you not to worry about the implications of being bound by bubble wrap, or the inherent silliness of the concept – but we both know you’re already past that, or giggling about it while you obey. So instead, give in to your chosen bubble popping method.

Bounce whichever way you find feels the best, repeat my words again and again, or bring yourself to a bubbly pink bimbo orgasm. Or, perhaps, try every method just to make sure you don’t have any pesky thought-bubbles left by the time you’re finished.

As for the transient – sorry, big word, let’s go with “temporary” – nature of the transformation, I’ll leave that up to you. When you’ve finished popping bubbles for me, you can drift awake with your decidedly un-popped brain functioning normally…or you can “wake” in bimbo mode for awhile, free to be bouncy and bubbly and giggly and horny for a few hours before the effect fully fades.

Bimbos bounce their brains away,

Brainless bimbos must obey.

Bouncing bursts brain-bubbles,

Bursting bubbles blow pink.

Either way, as always, enjoy.

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The Bimbo Bounce (I’m back)

Alliteration is a useful hypnotic tool. It gives sentences a bit of extra potency, makes mantras easier to remember, and improves the lifespan of a suggestion pretty considerably. That's the operating theory, anyway. Shall we explore?

Bounce for me; that's simple enough to start things off.

Bouncing your body makes your brain bubbly.

The phrase sticks, somehow, even though it sounds a little silly. Something seems to make it linger in your head. It has a unique feel to it, a quality you can't quite put your finger on. The syllables seem to echo: bouncing your body makes your brain bubbly.

But how does a bubbly brain behave? Like a bubble, as you'd expect, with something creating a volume of empty space inside while thoughts slide smoothly across the expanding surface, oily and slick. At first, it feels like your thoughts have more area across which to spread. Your thoughts shift slightly, glistening and growing ever more thin. At least, until the bubble pops.

Bouncing your body makes your brain bubbly.

Bubbly brains are bound to burst.

And burst it must. Bubbles are ephemeral entities, aren't they? It's alright; you'll scarcely notice. When the bubble pops, your thoughts that are currently floating on the surface will splash to the floor. The empty space inside will rush rapidly outward, turning you into a bit of an airhead. Seems fitting, doesn't it?

Bursting bubbly brains blow pink

Bounce, and pop.

You'll feel the splash like a sudden surge of lust and arousal coursing through your body. The rush of air inside your head might cause you to get light-headed, so you'll spread your legs to steady yourself. Of course that's what you're doing, isn't it? Steadying yourself, not putting yourself on display. Right.

Bouncing your body makes your brain bubbly.

Bubbly brains are bound to burst.

Burst bubbly brains blew pink

Bimbos brainlessly bounce.

As you begin to bounce to a silent rhythm, it occurs to you that some bubbles have a kaleidoscopic sheen when you look at them, but others have a very solid color within. Your brain-bubble was bubblegum pink, now that you think about it.

Well, as much as you can presently think about anything. That pop did more than just fill your head with empty air. You can feel your intelligence leaking into the space around you, escaping...your absent brain can't contain it any longer.

Bimbos bounce their brains away.

If your brain was still intact, you might think to stop bouncing so you'd be better able to think. But your brain exploded in a flash of pink and wet, and now you're as blank as a bouncing bimbo should be. You're able to understand my words out of some remnant of intuition, but if you pause to try and think them through, everything just goes pink and pops again.

Blank bimbos bounce brainlessly

That seems sensible enough, especially since bouncing feels pretty good. The splash of wet pink thoughts from the pop made your body more sensitive, perhaps by providing you with better things on which to focus. You certainly feel blank, and you are bouncing. Are you a bimbo, though?

Bouncing brainwashes blank bimbos

A side effect of the bubbly brain from before is that you're finding all of this pretty amusing. Certain bits of sentences make you want to giggle and smile, even when you can barely understand them. Might've let too much of your intelligence leak away, but it's all just so silly, isn't it?

Brainwashed blank bimbos bounce

If you were a bimbo, would you be able to tell? Would you find the situation you're in far more amusing than you should? Would your body be becoming progressively more sensitive as your empty head adjusts to having no thoughts to contain and feeds all that focus to your hungry nerves? Would the bouncing be this arousing all by itself?

That depends primarily on what sort of bimbo you've become, but the answer should be clear by now. Each bounce produces a wave of pleasure, each wave pushes more of the remnants of your brains into the air. The less brains left in your head, the more you smile and giggle. The giggles produce flashes of pink that remind you how very silly and simple this is. All you did was bounce.

Bouncing blank bubbly bimbos are brainwashed

Bounces can take all sorts of forms. You can bounce bits of your body with your hands, bounce up and down in a chair, bounce with the aid of the springs below the bed...all to the same end. Everything is turning pink and wet and silly for you.

This leaves you with only two options: You could let yourself settle, riding the high of the blank bubbly brainwashed bimbo until your brain somewhat reluctantly returns to your head. I won't stop you, you'd simply wake after a few minutes of coming back down.

Or the blank bouncing brainwashed bimbo could shift the energy from bouncing just a little and satisfy that lust your body is feeling. The only real hazard is that your head is already full of air, and cumming your brains out when they've already mostly evaporated could leave you pretty dumb before it's all said and done.

But you've already made a choice, or it's already been made for you. My words could be passing by almost invisibly as the bouncing subsides, or you may already be excitedly picking a toy to bounce on or a rhythm to use while you stroke yourself senseless.

Either way, everything will fade into a yummy pink haze before much longer. I wonder how much bimbo brain you'd need to bounce away before the condition became a bit stuck...

Bouncing your body makes your brain bubbly

Bubbly brains are bound to burst

Burst bubbly brains blow pink bubbles

Blank brainless bimbos bounce

Bouncing brainwashes blank bimbos

Blank bouncing bimbos are brainwashed

Brainwashed blank bimbos bounce

Go on, up and down, bouncing yourself all brainless and bubbly. You'll drift awake awhile after you've finished following my instructions.

Do let me know how silly, brainless, or dumb you felt...if you are comfortable expressing it, of course.

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