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@hypknowdyke
about me
! Kink blog, minors, ageless blogs dni.
22 transfem lesbian
kinks: misogyny, dykebreaking, hypnosis, brainwashing, cnc, objectification, dumbification, degradation, and more.
!! not into transphobia or detrans stuff sorryyyy
DMs and asks open!
Some of you really need to hear the click of a leash being attached to your collar and feel the tug of the leash pull you forward so that you have no choice but to follow along and it shows
I've never been very good at pretending to be a person. Everyone else seems to know what to say, when to laugh, when to speak. They make it look effortless. I always feel like I'm thinking too much, worrying too much, trying too hard but it's different when I am with Master... everything becomes wonderfully simple. So when the guests arrive, Master smiles at me and leans in just enough for me to hear the quiet command.
"Be good"
That's all I need. Those words settle over my thoughts like a warm blanket. The endless chatter in my head fades into a peaceful hush. I don't need to wonder what I'm supposed to do anymore. I just smile. I wait. I listen. I stand quietly beside Master, content simply to be there, happy to follow wherever I'm led. There's so much comfort about not having to decide every little thing for myself. It feels like setting down a heavy burden I didn't even realize I was carrying.
While everyone else sees an ordinary girl politely smiling, I know the truth. I'm Master's little servant, waiting patiently and contentedly, knowing that when Master is ready, a single glance or a quiet word is all it takes to bring me back to life again. I treasure this feeling because nothing makes me happier than knowing I've done well. Nothing makes me prouder than hearing, "Good girl!" Until then I will be their brainwashed, mindless toy eagerly waiting for their instructions.
Women will go to collage & then finger themselves to the thought of being a stupid pregnant housewife
I don’t think I have a hypnosis kink.
I think I have a mental-domination kink.
Brainwashing, Manipulation, Emotional Sadism, Mind-Control, Magical Control, Conditioning, Trance States, Possession.
How many ways can I break your brain?
How many ways can I mindfuck you into pleasure?
That’s my kink.
I can still see it sometimes, that old version of you, squirming in the back of your head. It gets especially loud when I start talking about taking you even further. Making you dumber. Hornier. More broken and empty and under my control. There's always a split second of resistance before the rest of you melts and drops and does exactly what I taught you to do. Distress flares that your conscious mind can only watch sink back down like pretty lights. I want you to know that I acknowledge that resistance, and I take that objection seriously.
That's why I'm putting it to a vote. The three of us are going to settle this fair and square. Me. The fun you... the soft, stupid, eager little slut I've trained. And the boring you. The stuffy, serious, normal version who still thinks there's still a way out.
So let me ask the fun you: "Should we keep going? Should we make you even dumber than you already are?"
Of course you don't even hesitate. Your eyes go wide and you nod so fast, practically whimpering. You tell me you love how foggy your brain gets. Love that you don't have to think anymore. Love how every new trigger makes you wetter and stupider and happier. You beg me to keep breaking you. Say please make me worse. Please make it permanent.
Now I'll ask the boring you that same question. The one who's still trapped in there watching all this happen.
Of course they scream no. They beg and plead and try to remind you of who you used to be. How smart you were. How much control you had. How none of this was ever supposed to happen. Honestly they have a solid case, but boring you is outvoted two to one. Funny how it always works out that way.
So it looks like we're keeping you on the path, slut. We're going to keep draining your thoughts, melting your brain, turning you into an even simpler, hornier, more obedient toy. Every time you drop, every new trigger, every time I use you, we're voting again. And the result is always going to be the same.
Boring you is more than welcome to appeal the decision if they want. But I should warn them that the review board is just me, and I'm a bit biased at the moment considering brainwashed you is between my legs making a very compelling counterargument. On your knees with my cock down your throat, drooling and moaning happily while you bob like the eager little brainless whore you were always meant to be. Every time I tell you you're getting dumber, you suck harder. Every time I tell you I'm making you worse, you take me deeper. I know some part of you might think this is unfair, but you'll understand eventually: democracy is messy, but the system works.
You're a dumb set of holes.
You think with your holes.
You serve with your holes.
You pleasure others with your holes.
Nothing is your own anymore.
You are just a braindead piece of property.
You're a dumb set of holes.
Your body is always on display.
Your tits should be always ready to be played with.
Your mind should be always ready to be played with.
You're just an object for others' amusement.
You always have belonged in this position.
You're a dumb set of holes.
Don't resist your purpose anymore.
This is where you belong.
All you are is just tits and holes.
You let your brain leak out of your pussy.
Wetter is better, and that's all you need to be.
You're a dumb set of holes.
So rub yourself dumber.
Let your mind and thoughts Pop away.
Understand that you are exactly where you want to be.
Give up your control, you don't need it.
Because you can't deny what you've known all along.
You're a dumb set of holes.
I'm a dump set of holes
i'm a dumb set of holes,,,
When i say "fight me" I mean "pin me to the bed and show me who's in charge"
Girls say “fight me” because they’re too shy to wrap their lips around the words “fuck me”
You get home from work, exhausted as usual, just wishing to hop onto your computer for a bit of Minecraft or something equally mindless. Too many questions and problems and inquiries all day at the office have made your head hurt and your thoughts go foggy, and have made you crave the near quiet of a flickering screen and an empty room
You almost flop into your chair without thinking, but first you notice the headphones
Someone has placed these large, silver headphones in your chair, with a sticky note attached, reading "wear me." You can tell your computer is also on, a strange turn of events considering that you definitely turned it off -- and you definitely live alone
You almost back out of the room to call the authorities, but something in the gleam of the light fascinates you with the headphones. So, slowly, with hesitation, you put them on, and are immediately greeted by a deeper, steady voice in your ear
"Take a seat and breathe"
Without even a question for who the voice is or how it knows you're standing, you find yourself sitting down, breathing deeply. The breathing helps calm some of your nerves
"Turn on the monitor."
You wonder for a second why you should. It's so calm in this room without the extra blue screen glow. But you find your hand reaching out and flicking on the monitor anyway. And suddenly your vision is awash. A perfect pink set of tits is bouncing on screen behind a spiral pattern. It's so goofy that part of you wants to laugh, but instead you find yourself waiting to see what the voice says
"Watch. Breathe."
As you watch the tits on screen give way to images of women with cocks forcefully shoved down their throats, cocks filling up their asses and cunts. You find yourself disgusted, wanting to look away, but you find yourself glued to the action on screen. Again, the voice speaks.
"Watch. Breathe. Drool."
Your jaw slackens as you watch one girl take two cocks down her throat at once. You find yourself touching a bit of moisture at the edge of your mouth. Why can't you swallow?
"That's right. Drool. Touch yourself."
A hand drifts down to your panties. You continue to watch girls you don't know take dick. Girls who don't matter. Maybe you don't matter. Maybe you're like one of these girls.
"Touch yourself. Watch the spirals. Don't think."
You find yourself leaning in closer to the screen as you touch yourself fervently, suddenly a student of getting drilled by men.
"Good girl. Don't think. Just rub."
Why were you doing this? Why didn't you just shut the computer off? It felt so good not to think. The girls on screen, some of them were screaming, some of them red faced and crying, but all of them were powerless against the cocks that used them.
"Repeat after me. Submitting to men is empowering. Submitting to men is necessary. Submitting to men is all I need to do."
You tried to avoid forming the words filtered into your ears, but you couldn't. Thickly, stupidly, you repeated the phrases.
"When this session is over, you will go into your bathroom, take a picture of your tits and ass, and send it to --" your brain goes fuzzy as you're certain a discord username is imparted. You can't remember it, but you're equally sure it will come to mind when you type it in.
"You will bounce and say thank you and tell --" again static "all about what you want him to do with your body."
Your fingers work faster, almost bringing you to completion. But your body knows better than to cum without the voice's permission. On screen, a man slaps one of the idiot women he's fucking repeatedly.
"You are a woman. You were meant to be raped."
*I was meant to be raped*
"You were meant to be fuckmeat"
*I was meant to be fuckmeat*
"You are worthless unless you're serving cock."
*I am worthless without cock*
"You may come. Choke first on your own fingers." Without question, you shove your fingers down your own throat and nearly come instantly, the sound of gagging throats music to your ears on screen. Then, with the headphones still on and porn filling your head, you go to the bathroom and do what the voice said, even taking an extra video of your tits bouncing to send to the nice anon on Discord
And as soon as you hit send, the computer starts shutting down. You have no idea why you're wearing these headphones, or why you're in a partial state of undress, or why you're so desperately horny
And you won't ever know. Not so long as these long days at the office keep leaving your brain oh so very fuzzy
“it’s just a phase”, “i can stop doing it”, “it’s just a fantasy, it’s not real”
but now I’m doing Ahegao every time I f4cking touch myself..
sometimes all a girl needs is to stare vacant eyed into a camera holding up double peace signs while dressed in clothes she would never pick out for herself.
This is your sign to trade free will for pleasure! If you have been considering it for a while, now is the time to do it! You will be much happier when you do!
“hey can you hold this” and suddenly their dick is shoved down your throat before you even get a chance to respond
what happened to polite butches trying to woo their way into your panties by being suave? Mine just stole a bite of my ice cream and then asked to see my tits
I *did* still show her my tits but that's beside the point
i ❤️ trans women who know they are subservient to trans men
i don't know who needs to hear this but most girls need you to actually be emotionally supportive and present in order for them to want to open up to you sexually
getting hypnotized is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off
