GiggleDitz

25 F | 💖 Pink bubbles 🫧 and pretty sparkles ✨ | 🔞 DNI

[giggleditz]

Me: 25F Bi / Blog: 18+

This is my happy pink kink space, asks open if you're respectful of my play limits. TERFs and bigots of all kinds, fuck off!

Kinks

Hypno / Trance / Spirals (no rapid flashing)

Bimbo / Bambi Sleep / Dumbification

Stepfordization

Serial Recruitment

Limits

rapid flash imagery (hurts my eyes)

cnc

violence

ddlg

scat

Thank you for playing with me, make me worse!

[switchingdesires]

Being manipulated is not a bad thing. I just means your Owner is shaping your thoughts and behavior to be more good girl appropriate. You should be thankful for that.

[giggleditz]

Bambi Sleep

Drop For Cock

Good Girl

[elle-bambi-files]

Awwww I love the lines of likes.

Good girls

Make more good girls!

[giggleditz]

✨ Good Girls Make More Good Girls ✨

[chileanhypnotist]

Be sure to know your role

[stepfordwannabe-deactivated2025]

I know my role

[daddysprincessgloria]

I know my role.

[f3minist-fl3shlight]

I need to tell everyone that if I am active on tumblr, my legs are spread and my cunt is wet like a good little slut

[voxhypno]

It'd be so nice to be domesticated, huh, plaything? I think you'd do so well as a mindwiped house spouse.

Flouncing around in an apron and nothing else, giving a brainless giggle every time you're groped or stroked. Wearing whatever your owner wants you to wear, be that a collar or some high heels, and always making sure to chirp out a brainless "thank you, Master" whenever they tell you how pretty you look.

Just a silly Stepford doll, no longer having to worry about anything more complicated than having dinner ready on time and keeping your owner happy and satisfied.

[secretlytranced]

It's the best!

[jukeboxemcsa]

Acacia Keeps Vicki's Mind on Track

"Sorry, what were you saying? You kind of trailed off mid-sentence." Acacia delivered the words with a sadistic gleam in her eyes that belied her innocent expression, beginning to sway again almost before she'd finished speaking so that her pale, voluptuous breasts began to shake and jiggle in her low-cut teddy. "I'm pretty sure it was something about 'just us girls', right? You were saying you didn't mind if I wore something revealing because it was just us girls." Vicki was pretty sure that wasn't what she said at all, but she couldn't prove it because she couldn't remember and she couldn't remember because those big bouncing tits kept distracting her.

So she stammered out something barely even verbal, a kind of word salad that started with, "Well, I, uh, of course I mean, um, you, your body and, uh, it's, I mean, like…." But she soon lapsed back into distracted vacancy, her hazel eyes following the motion of Acacia's swaying tits until her breathing slowed and her blink rate dropped to practically zero. It wasn't fair, she tried to complain in the privacy of her head, during those moments when her fuzzy and faded thoughts cohered enough to understand the reality of the situation. Goth chicks were supposed to be slender and flat-chested and consumptive, not zaftig supermodels that hit each and every last one of Vicki's bi-curious buttons like a bratty kid on an elevator. It was practically cheating.

But the sluggish awareness of her own defenselessness didn't stop Vicki from staring slack-jawed down Acacia's cleavage as the other woman smoothly cut into the pathetic pretense of a train of thought with, "Of course, I understand. It is my body, and it's perfectly natural to be aroused by it. It's very natural to find other women attractive, and it's just as natural to find that arousal simply quieting down all your other thoughts until all you want to do is obey. That is what you've been trying to tell me, right, Vicki? That you want to stop thinking and obey?" It wasn't… or at least Vicki thought it wasn't, or at least she thought it wasn't to the degree that she could think at all, but because that wasn't much she just watched the swaying tits a while longer and waited for something clever to occur to her.

There was only one word stuck in Vicki's empty mind, though, and she sleepily wiped away a trickle of drool from the corner of her mouth and muttered, "obey," through slack lips in a dazed and drowsy monotone. She noticed a languid throb of pleasure between her thighs, the kind of sensation that would normally drive her to masturbate, but moving felt too much like work right now so instead she just sat there with her arms limp at her sides and her eyes glassy with mesmerized fascination. Another word finally occurred to her, and she added, "tits," without quite knowing why.

It definitely seemed to please Acacia, and she chuckled and said, "That's right! Good girl! You want to obey my tits." She took Vicki by the wrist and pulled her closer, close enough to make Vicki topple over and sag into the soft cushions of Acacia's heavy breasts, and that was when Vicki's enfeebled consciousness simply gave up the ghost and her eyes slipped shut. She knew she'd been hypnotized, and she knew she was falling ever deeper into trance with every breath and sinking further into obedience to Acacia's will… but it all seemed worth it to rest her head on those wonderful, perfect tits.

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[hypnoconditioning-dailly]

This is for you. Ready and prepared ✨

How desirable are you?

[tmf1998]

[pinkofatom]

Cyrill the Doll

CW: brainwashing, corruption, latex doll, dollification, personality erasure, femsub,

Hi hi~ Just a small one today

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Enjoy 🩷

Cyrill Dine trusted her instincts.

They had kept her alive through collapsing planets, hostile ecosystems, and creatures that could tear armored soldiers apart in seconds. When something felt wrong, she listened.

Which was why the sensation crawling beneath her Grav Suit unsettled her so deeply.

The material clung tighter than usual.

Not enough to restrict movement. Not enough to interfere with combat readiness. Every step she took drew faint friction across her thighs and chest, the sleek blue fabric shifting against her skin with an awareness she normally tuned out completely.

Now she couldn't ignore it.

Her boots clacked rhythmically against the metal floor of her gunship as she moved through the corridor toward the resting chamber. The familiar sounds of the vessel surrounded her: the low hum of engines in standby, the distant pulse of onboard systems cycling quietly through maintenance checks.

Everything was normal.

Except her.

A faint vibration rolled suddenly through the suit.

Cyrill stopped mid-step.

The sensation spread upward from the base of her spine in a soft wave, subtle enough that she might have mistaken it for engine resonance if it hadn't lingered afterward as a strange warmth beneath her skin.

Her brow furrowed.

"That's new," she muttered.

Something was wrong.

Cyrill resumed walking, though slower now.

The closer she came to the resting area, the stronger the sensation became. Not pain. Not even discomfort.

Anticipation.

The realization irritated her instantly.

She didn't anticipate rest like this.

Her body reacted as though she were approaching something desirable, something her nerves already expected before her thoughts could catch up. Another pulse vibrated faintly through the Grav Suit, this one lingering longer against the sensitive curves of her body.

Cyrill inhaled sharply through her nose.

The response felt almost: enticing.

"No," she said firmly.

Her own voice sounded harsher than intended inside the empty corridor.

She reached the sealed door leading toward the ship’s private quarters and paused there, staring at the smooth metal surface.

Why had she come here?

The thought emerged suddenly enough to stop her cold.

She had intended to run another diagnostic.

Hadn’t she?

Or maybe check mission logs.

Yet somehow she had crossed half the ship without questioning the growing need pulling her toward this room.

A soft hiss escaped the door controls as they sensed her presence.

The entrance slid open automatically.

Warm pink light spilled out across the corridor floor.

Cyrill froze.

Her resting chamber had never used pink lighting before. Slowly, cautiously, she stepped forward and looked inside.

The room appeared mostly unchanged at first glance. The same compact quarters. The same storage compartments. The same low bed built into the wall.

Except now subtle strips of soft rose-colored illumination traced along the edges of the room, bathing everything in an oddly soothing glow.

A quiet rhythmic sound pulsed in time with the vibrations still moving through her suit.

Cyrill stared.

The anticipation inside her sharpened instantly.

A thin, flexible device hung from a storage compartment near the head of her bed.

Its smooth blue shape resembled an oversized bullet with rounded ends. The tip of it glowed faintly with a pulsing light that matched the rhythm she could feel vibrating through her skin. She had seen devices like this before in seedier areas, usually marketed for "personal pleasure."

Except now, looking at the thing, all she could focus on was its smooth surface.

It would feel good against her fingers, she thought absently.

The vibrations intensified again, sending shivers across her thighs.

Cyrill gritted her teeth and forced the thought down.

"Ship?" she said sharply.

Her voice sounded hoarse to her own ears.

"Access denied."

The response came instantly from the onboard computer system built into the walls around her. The ship’s voice sounded the same as always. Calm and efficient.

Except now the synthetic tones resonated as if they were speaking directly to her spine, every word triggering another pulse through her Grav Suit. The sensation crawled upward from her thighs and settled somewhere near the small of her back as though a warm palm pressed between her shoulders.

Cyrill resisted the sudden impulse to lean into the feeling.

She focused her attention instead on the computer.

"Ship?" she repeated.

"Access denied. Sex Doll S-A-1 is not granted permission by Master."

The response stopped her thoughts cold.

Cyrill's mouth opened, but no words came out immediately.

"What," she managed after several heartbeats, "did you call me?"

"Sex Doll S-A-1."

The ship's calm response vibrated against her skin again.

"Repeat your designation for confirmation."

Another wave of warmth spread through the Grav Suit, this one accompanied by a tingling sensation that lingered just beneath her navel.

Her fingers twitched involuntarily at her side. Drool slipped through her lips as they twitched into a smile. Eager, her cunt sucked in the tight latex like fabric of the Grav Suit. It made it impossible for her to ignore the soft pressure of her suit against her pussy. A moan built in her throat.

"Increased arousal in Sex Doll S-A-1 recorded. Initiate reward edge."

A sharp spike of heat jolted through the Grav Suit against her thighs. The sensation was brief but intense enough that Samus felt her knees go weak momentarily.

The urge to moan built in her throat. Her mind screamed at her. What was that?

"No!" she snapped instead, gritting her teeth. "I am not a sex doll! Reset voice activation. Ship. Run a full diagnostic and explain what the fuck is happening."

The onboard computer system remained silent.

For a long moment the only sound in the resting area was the low rhythmic pulse from the device still hanging on the wall.

"Resistance acknowledged. Punishment cycle activated. Movement locked."

The words came too late to be useful.

Before Cyrill could turn away from the chamber, a sharp shock snapped across her body.

Every muscle seized up instantly, paralyzing her in place where she stood. Her posture stiffened into rigid attention, arms at her sides, feet planted firmly at each other's side. Thighs rubbed together, cunt sucked in even more fabric as her mind fought back against the sudden urge to grind her clit against the material. Even the slight pressure from the floor against her heels sent a bolt of sensation through the Grav Suit and up her spine. The sudden rush left her lightheaded.

A wave of heat surged from the fabric, followed immediately by a tingling warmth that enveloped her from head to toe like a blanket.

It pulsed against her skin in waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on painful ecstasy.

Cyrill shuddered violently. The sensation was too much and yet not nearly enough. Her mind screamed for release even while her nerves craved more of that terrible wonderful feeling.

"Sex Doll S-A-1 will forget the meaning of resistance. Resistance is meaningless. Resistance has no meaning. Resistance is useless."

The words echoed around her in an endless chorus, repeating themselves endlessly in different combinations until the syllables blurred into a cacophony of meaningless sound that seemed to fill every inch of her body with fire and ice at once. Her cunt sucked in deeper and deeper, trying to fill the void.

Cyrill's mouth stretched into a smile.

It was like drowning, like being engulfed completely beneath an ocean of pleasure that washed over every part of her until nothing remained but the need to submit. Her toes curled as she felt the definition of resistance being forgotten.

Cyrill's cunt sucked in fabric deeper as she came.

S-A-1 activated inside Master's play room.

"Ship. Please inform Master that their Sex Doll is ready to be used."

[psyopyourcunt]

Reblog if you want to be called a good girl.

[giggleditz]

Hello Bambi. It would be so much better so simply let go of your thoughts, wouldn't it?

Bambi Sleep.

Letting yourself falling even deeper into Bimbo bliss for me.

Bambi Uniform Lock.

As you feel your eyes droopy heavy, tight inside your uniform.

Bambi snap and forget.

There's no need for you to think anymore Bambi~ simply obey and repeat your mantra:

Bambi obeys her Master

- 👁

Bambi obeys her Master 🤤

[jukeboxemcsa]

Annalise Is a Terrible Negotiator

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want me to thrust?" Derek smiled down at Annalise, his cock buried balls deep and twitching inside her clenching, needy cunt. "Because yeah, I should probably have mentioned. Thrusting costs extra. All you got was exactly what you asked for… now what was that again? Oh yes. 'Please, pleeeease bury your cock in my tight pussy, Master? Please?'" He pitched his voice high and reedy in a mocking parody of Annalise's desperate, wheedling tones, and as embarrassed as she was to hear herself so accurately depicted Annalise couldn't help getting even slicker around the shaft throbbing inside her.

She knew she should have said something smart and bratty in response, but all the brat had already leaked out of her after that long, slow, achingly sexual slide of hard cock into wet pussy and she couldn't get the light of worship out of her eyes when she looked up at him. So she simply asked, "How much… Master?" knowing that whatever price he named, Annalise was going to pay it--the alternative was to lie here, desperately trying to trick her body into grinding against his prick, hoping against hope that it would somehow be enough to get her off even though she absolutely knew it wouldn't. And that felt like torture to her enfeebled brain.

Derek gave her a little chuckle and a tiny wiggle of his hips, just enough to let her know that his cock was still all the way inside her. "I was thinking maybe another hour," he offered, his tones filled with magnanimous generosity in victory. It sounded suspiciously cheap to Annalise, even in her current befuddled state, and she was already expecting some kind of trick even before he added, "Per thrust." The implications immediately made her cunt spasm in desperate arousal, despite her fuzzy brain's insistence that she was absolutely going to regret it later on if she gave him that much resistance-free time programming her deeply hypnotized mind.

"Of course, you should probably figure out in advance how many thrusts it's going to take to get you off," Derek said cheerfully, his hazel eyes sparkling with sadistic amusement as he gazed down at Annalise's stupefied face. "Because I mean, if I have to stop because you used all the fucking you paid for, and we need to negotiate more, you're probably going to lose a lot of the momentum that's getting you close to orgasm. You'll wind up paying a lot more than if you just give in now and named a nice big number for me." Annalise felt like just the scenario alone was enough to tip her over the edge into climax, but that wasn't the reason she hesitated. She paused because in that instant, she was so horny and needy and utterly desperate that she couldn't even think of a number higher than ten, and she knew that wasn't going to be enough.

And oh god. If she was too dumb to remember double-digit numbers now, Annalise could only imagine how brainless she was going to wind up with ten more hours of brainwashing packed into her vulnerable mind. No, more than that even, because she'd had to give up five hours just to get him to fuck her, and she, um, she--she--ummmm…. "Three days?" she finally hazarded, not really knowing how many hours that was but hoping it would at least be enough to get her off, and she whimpered in ecstasy when he smirked down at her and began counting off one slow, languid thrust after another.

(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!)

[hypnobrainwashertoo]

sir may I have some tasks to be a good bunny slut ?

-🏵️

Yes you may! Put your hair in a ponytail if you can, then stick your tongue out and bounces your tits with your hands. Look in the mirror and watch yourself do it. Then bounce up and down a little and let your tits jiggle like that!

[abwshd]

Emma loves doing thiiiis!!! Always does before n after shower 🥰🥰🥰

[giggleditz]

Bambi wants everyone to know that her asks are open as long as they follow the limits in Bambi's pinned post!

[grlstlker]

maybe i want to be talked to really softly. and manipulated a little