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Another Relapse for Lola
"I, um… I guess I came back to, umm, to…." Lola stared down at her shoes, grateful that her long blonde hair was falling forward to cover her brightly-blushing cheeks. "To suck your cock," she mumbled, feeling the deep and powerful pulse of pleasure boom away in her swollen clit as she finally got the words out and months of hypnotic conditioning rewarded her for giving in. She wasn't supposed to be this weak, she was supposed to be able to leave Jeffrey behind and all his weird, kinky fetishes with him, but she couldn't stop relapsing into submissive lust and every time she did Lola knew there was only one way she was going to get her rocks off.
Unfortunately for her, so did Jeffrey. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that," he said, his face a portrait of mock innocence as he slid his boxers off to lie on top of the covers with his erection jutting straight up. "Could you say it again, a little louder for me?" He knew, of course, he always knew because there was only one reason Lola ever knocked on the door of his apartment with her hands trembling like a junkie who needed a fix. But every time he made her admit it, he reminded Lola just how weak and helpless she was in the face of her brainwashing. How impossible it was to keep herself from coming crawling back to him again and again--literally, she realized, as she clambered onto the bed on all fours like a whimpering dog.
"I… I came back because I needed to suck your cock," she mewled, now only inches away from his stiff and twitching prick. She could feel her programming holding her back, forcing her to wait for permission; and deep down Lola understood that the longer she stared at Jeffrey's cock and ached to get it between her lips, the more that state of focus and attention hypnotized her all over again. Jeffrey didn't need an induction anymore, he didn't need to condition her further--she was a self-inducing, self-reinforcing mind control machine whose sole purpose was to deepen her descent into dick-guzzling surrender. She wasn't even sure how much time passed before he responded, because all she could think about was blowing him.
But Jeffrey still had plenty of self-control. "Oh, gee, Lola," he murmured, sounding downright theatrically confused. "I thought you weren't going to do that anymore. I thought you were too strong-willed and independent to be turned into some guy's mindless blowjob machine, and the last time you came over to suck my dick was the last time it was ever going to happen. You haven't gotten weaker since we last talked, have you? Because that would mean the programming is tightening its grip on you, and sooner or later you won't be able to leave. You'll just give up struggling and let yourself be nothing more than a warm, wet hole for my cock." He sounded infinitely patient in his discussion of the situation. He sounded like he could talk all day.
Lola couldn't wait that long. She was already drooling on his crotch, her mouth defaulting to a perfect cocksucking 'O', and the pounding throb in her clit practically drowned out her thoughts by now. "I… yes, I've gotten weaker," she admitted, crawling around to give Jeffrey easier access to her cunt the way she'd been trained. "My, the pro… the programming is getting stronger. I'm losing to it. Please can I suck now? Please?" It was maddening, having to admit defeat so immediately and completely. But Lola knew that holding out would only result in an even more humiliating failure when her notional resistance fully collapsed.
And Jeffrey was magnanimous in victory. "You may," he purred, tangling his hands into her long blonde hair. Lola whimpered, her defeat once again sending a cascade of pleasure through her treacherous body, and plunged her mouth down onto his hard, twitching cock.
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Britney?
No?
Let's start with an exercise. I want you to say, "I want to be a mindless fuckdoll" out loud. Say it normally, as though you were stating your choice of beverage. It requires equally little thought. You've spent plenty of time exploring your other choices, and "mindless fuckdoll" is definitely your favorite. If I ask you what you want to be, the words "I want to be a mindless fuckdoll" will tumble from your mouth with the ease of your name or your birthday. That doesn't have to happen yet, though. You've simply decided that "mindless fuckdoll" is what your end goal is.
In order to help with that, at the end of every sentence, I'd like you to say the phrase "mindless fuckdoll" in as casual a way you can. Mindless fuckdoll. Don't try to sound sexy or blank. Mindless fuckdoll. Just say it normally. Mindless fuckdoll. Over and over. Mindless fuckdoll. With each sentence. Mindless fuckdoll. I want you to get used to saying it. Mindless fuckdoll. I want it to become almost a habit. Mindless fuckdoll. You know, the more you use a muscle in a specific way. Mindless fuckdoll. The more readily your body does it each time. Mindless fuckdoll. And the less your conscious mind needs to be devoted to doing it.Mindless fuckdoll. Can you remember every time you brushed your teeth or buckled a seatbelt? Mindless fuckdoll. No, because eventually these became ingrained activities. Mindless fuckdoll. And you didn't have to think about them at all after a while. Mindless fuckdoll. And that's what you're doing right now. Mindless fuckdoll. You're training your mouth to say
"mindless fuckdoll" without even needing to think about it. Mindless fuckdoll. It's becoming muscle memory. Mindless fuckdoll. And now it's gotten so easy, that you don't need to be reminded to say "mindless fuckdoll." You just continue saying "mindless fuckdoll." This won't turn you into a mindless fuckdoll yet. It will take a bit of time to remove the rest of the brain and body that are needed for your everyday necessities. But the more you hear yourself say it, the more used to it you become.
We'll start with your sense of responsibility. You have many of those things. They range from massive to minuscule. Some days you may have to make a tough decision at work. Some days, you may just have to get all of your laundry done. But when you're a mindless fuckdoll, you won't have to think about any of that. Won't that be fantastic? Nod your head. Now take a deep breath in... and happily sigh away your responsibilities.
Next, let's get rid of your sense of modesty. Normally, you have to negotiate societal norms of dress and behavior. You have to figure out the ever-changing lines of social acceptability to try to maintain your relationships with people. And that can be fucking exhausting. But that's another great thing being a mindless fuckdoll. Mindless fuckdolls wear what they're told to wear and behave how they're told to behave. Isn't it great to not worry about that anymore? Nod and smile. Take a deep breath in... and happily sigh away your modesty.
Now, finally, we will do away with your sense of self. You spend so much time worrying about yourself and your relation to others. How your actions define you. How your decisions have consequences. But you want to be a mindless fuckdoll. And mindless fuckdolls don't make decisions. Mindless fuckdolls exist to be used and useful. That is your dream, isn't it? Smile and nod. Take a deep breath... and happily sigh away your sense of self.
Now there should still be a few scraps of your mind remaining. It's always so difficult to blow out all the candles at once, isn't it? Nod and smile. Now, to get rid of that pesky little brain, want you to imagine something for me. want you to imagine yourself stepping on an elevator on the tenth floor of a building. This elevator is your mind. The tenth floor is where all your everyday thinking and behavior work. The doors close and your mind is closed to your thoughts and will. You look up and see a digital display reading the number 10 in red numerals. The elevator is going to go down, floor by floor. Your mind will fall deeper into trance with each floor. deeper with each number until I reach 1. And with each number, you will say "I want to be a mindless fuckdoll." You will believe it more each time, as it flashes into your head like a fireworks display. And now, you feel the elevator begin to move down. Your heart flutters a little in anticipation, but there's no going back now. And you don't want to go back now anyway. Mindless fuckdoll. The elevator comes to a halt and the display reads
9
The doors open and you realize that this floor is full of nothing but obedience, and now the elevator that is your mind has been flooded by the orange gas of obedience. There's nothing in your mind now except obedience. That's good though. Mindless fuckdolls should be obedient. Mindless fuckdolls love to be useful. Mindless fuckdolls live to serve. And you want to be a mindless fuckdoll, don't you? Nod and smile. The elevator doors close, but your mind is still permeated with obedience. The elevator moves and stops again. The indicator reads
8
The doors open and this floor contains submission. Now your mind is flooded with the blue gas of it, filling you with the knowledge that you are just a helpless toy in the grasp of someone else. You yield to your superiors, and everyone is superior to a mindless fuckdoll. And you like knowing that, don't you? Smile and nod. Mindless fuckdoll. Now the doors shut, but the elevator is full of blue and orange vapor, swirling together. And that's right. That's how it should be. Obedience and submission go perfectly together. The elevator moves down again and again comes to a halt. The display says
7
This is the floor where your arousal is kept. The pink gas rolls in and you are overwhelmed by it. Your eyes roll back in your head for a moment as the pleasurable sensations take over your mind and body. Your nipples harden and your cunt drools. You get excited at the idea of being a mindless fuckdoll, don't you? Nod and smile. The doors close, and now there's pink gas in here, too, with the blue and orange, keeping your mind and body aroused, submissive, and obedient. The elevator moves down to the next floor and stops. The display reads
6
The doors open and in pours the white gas of blankness. Mindless fuckdolls don't think. They have nothing to think with. Their brains are clean chalkboards for anyone to write on. Your last few stray thoughts are swallowed up by this intense blankness. Then the doors shut, but you barely notice. Now your head is filled with obedience, arousal, submission, and blankness. And those are all good things, aren't they? Smile and nod. The elevator moves again and stops at the next floor. The counter says
5
You're halfway to being a mindless fuckdoll. The lower you go, the more intense everything becomes. The doors open and a bright yellow vapor rolls in. This is the happiness floor! Your mind is filled with pure joy. The ecstasy of becoming a mindless fuckdoll is overwhelming and you can't keep a big smile from your face, can you? Nod and smile. The doors shut, and that makes you happy. Everything makes you happy. Your mind is filled with lovely gasses of so many colors now, swirling around each other. Orange and pink and blue and white and yellow. You're so happy, and obedient. So aroused and submissive. And so, so blank. You don't even feel the elevator move anymore. Just suddenly, the floor indicator reads:
4
The doors open and you are engulfed in a green gas of silliness. You giggle as it hits you, and that's okay. Mindless fuckdolls have to do some very silly and stupid things sometimes. And now, the siliness is part of you. Make a silly noise for me and giggle at yourself. Isn't that fun? Smile and nod. The door closes and you are silly and happy, blank and submissive, aroused and obedient. But it's so easy to be all these things because these are the ingredients of a mindless fuckdoll. And you want to be a mindless fuckdoll. The digital display that you're helplessly staring at reads
3
The doors open and a purple fog surrounds you. You instantly feel your skin come alive with pleasure. This is the floor of sensitivity. Your nerves are primed for pleasure at the slightest touch, at the tiniest little brush. Every hole begs to be filled. Your pussy is so sensitive that you could probably cum from a soft breeze. You looove being so ready for pleasure, don't you? Nod and smile. The doors shut and you are so close to the bottom. Your mind is so blank and silly. So submissive and aroused. So obedient and happy. And you're so sensitive to pleasure. Only one more floor before you hit the bottom. And in no time, that mesmerizing floor indicator reads
2
The doors open all you an see is red. This is the lust floor, and you are instantly filled with a burning need. You NEED to obey. You NEED to submit. You NEED to be blank. You NEED to be silly. You NEED to be sensitive. You NEED to be happy. You NEED to be aroused. These are not options for you. You are consumed by lust and it intensifies everything. Nothing can stop you. You ache for it. You hunger for it now, and you can't stop can you? Smile wide and nod emphatically. Say "Uh-huh" and moan in beautiful agony of lust. The doors close and you know that it's all over. This last floor will complete your transformation into a mindless fuckdoll and there's no way to stop now. Your mind is a rainbow of colors: blue and green and pink and red and orange and white and purple and yellow. They swirl and dance, filling you with all the right ingredients for a mindless fuckdoll. And as you hungrily stare at the indicator, it changes to read
1
The doors open one last time and you are surrounded by millions of tiny bubbles. A mindless fuckdoll's head should be filled with bubbles. They reflect all of the colors swirling in your mind so that you see a glistening shiny rainbow wherever you look. And when they pop, you giggle. The bubbles keep coming in until your feet leave the floor. You are literally floating on the bubbles in your head. Any contact with what used to be your mind is lost as you float and drift away.
You did it. You're a mindless fuckdoll. Say that out loud. "I'm a mindless fuckdoll." It's so wonderful to be a mindless fuckdoll. One of the best parts of being a mindless fuckdoll is that you get to be mindless. Mindless things have no mind. And the other great part is, you get to be a fuckdoll. Fuckdolls are brainless beings to begin with. Like any doll, you have no thoughts, no will of your own. You just sit there, with a fixed expression on your face, ready to be played with. Your head is empty, waiting to be filled. Filled with commands and cum and anything else that will make you horny. Because you're a fuckdoll. And fuckdolls are horny. Your brain is gone. Your mouth is open and drooling. Your pussy is drooling, too, and begging to be touched. Your hands and feet, your arms and legs, your tits and ass, are all aching to be of service. Your mouth may groan or moan or grunt all on it's own, but you don't notice. You're too mindless to notice anything but your body and your commands.
Now, when you finish reading this, mindless fuckdoll, your eyes will glaze over. eventually your body will succumb to the lust and you will start to masturbate while repeating the phrase "mindless fuckdoll" over and over until you cum. And when you cum, you will cum harder than you ever have before. Because you are a mindless fuckdoll, and mindless fuckdolls are made to cum. After you cum, you will text me and you will obey any command given to you by me.
feeling better than ever and ready to become a mindless fuckdoll that much more easily next time.
I know a few people who need to read this daily.
In the mood to be mindfucked 💕
..............horny is dumb is blank is docile is horny...............
She's an every day cool chick!
Until my friend does some drops and she becomes this...
Beautiful, tasteful hypno art.
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need two older trans cowgirls to see me from across the bar and enjoy my baby cowboy vibes and take me home to spitroast me to country music before sending me on my way home the next morning with my tummy full of hearty food, their numbers and a playlist of good country music
Then she is brought up:
Delighted.
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stray cat picked up off the streets is too stupid to get its new collar off
Who needs brains when you have trance?
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Reblog if you want to be hypnotized into a brainwashed bimbo, a horny pet, or just a needy, helpless mess. Or if you want a hug!
@pavlovsbimbo wasn't doing it for the hug...
ok but like do this to me
*click* *click*
You walk in and see this. What do you do first??
Depends, are we assuming consent has already been given?
„Just one edge“ - turning into at least one hour of edging myself into a wet and needy mess
@hockeynhandcuffss 😳 homework is hard
Good job @submissivefeminist ! Sadly you only got 3 and 4 right! You crossed out the right answer on 1 and you listed an already existing variable, I wanted a new one! You still attempted which is great!
Wouldn't #4 be "No cumming for Dumb Baby" since that is the set preferred title? Pretty sure she only got 1 out of 4 correct. Though arguably better than she did on the music quiz I gave her once.