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@hypn0gas
im Ogas, a hypnotist who likes hypnosis and is constantly trying it.
I love putting hypnodolls into trances and making them turn into a slut and plead. Any hypnosis begins with consent. As a dom, I need to make sure my doll feels safe and cared for
DM opens, but make sure you are over 18 years old
Some of my kinks:
bimbo/materialization/objectification/lowering of IQ/orgasm control
It was a normal sunday for her.
Especially after such a busy week she was looking forward to it.
She had no plans for the day except to completely shut off and just relax.
Not a single bit of stress or discomfort was allowed on this day.
That is why she prepared everything beforehand.
She has done all her chores and can now look forward to her day of doing nothing.
At least that was her plan so far as she finished her breakfast and put the dishes away.
What she didnt account for was the sudden clenching and throbbing between her legs.
Anyone knows the feeling of pain that suddenly shoots through your body and blanks out your mind shortly when you stumb your little toe, right?
Now imagine that feeling only with pleasure from her cunt.
The feeling was so strong and sudden that her mind just shut off.
All she could do was stumbling to her couch and falling onto it.
Her legs are naturally spreading as the pleasure jsut keeps going.
Her hips are twitching and grinding the air.
All she is able to do with her hands is grabbing onto anything she can find to stay on the couch.
As the pulsing and clenching pleasure just keeps repeating over and over.
Never before in her life did she get so wet, so fast.
And it didnt seem like it is stopping as well.
Just as that thought crossed through her rapidly emptying mind, the pleasure stopped.
As sudden as it started it was gone.
"Oh, dont worry about that. I am just letting you know you are in for some fun today."
It sounded like her own voice in her head.
But she is sure she didnt think that.
The moment realization hit her, the pleasure came back even stronger than before.
Now she knows what she will do today.
Being further trained.
SNAP — Eyes Rolling White
Hypnosis starts with that long, dead fucking stall — a smooth, filthy voice sliding straight into your ears and pounding your brain, like the rollercoaster dragging you up slow, hanging your whole body in the air while your soul just floats out, hazy and lost as hell.
Then — SNAP — one finger click explodes the silence, like a heavy hammer smashing right into your guts. Your blank mind turns into total mush, head spinning, those deep spiral ripples surging up all at once and stuffing every empty, aching hole inside you until you’re completely full. Eyes rolling back white? That’s the sluttiest fucking proof you’ve surrendered completely.
Good Girl Reading
Have you ever had a moment like this? A moment where everything becomes soft… slow… and a little too warm to think clearly. You don’t even notice it at first—just a subtle shift, a gentle pulling inside, like something melting at the edges of your awareness.
And right now, as you sit here, letting your eyes drift across these words, you can feel it beginning again, can’t you?
Imagine this now:
You're in a secret space. Somewhere velvet-lined and wrapped in low, glowing peach-colored light—like the last breath of sunset. The air is thick with something warm and sweet, like vanilla cream, just faint enough to make you sigh without knowing why.
You sink into a plush, velvet couch made just for your body. The way it cups your back, your thighs, your shoulders—it almost feels like it’s pulling you in.
You’re safe here. You’re soft here. And you’re already starting to forget what you were thinking about before you started reading.
Because here… You don’t have to make decisions. You don’t have to think. You just breathe in that heavy warmth… and feel your body soften.
That’s right. It’s happening already.
And isn’t it interesting… how certain feelings show up in the body before your mind can name them?
Maybe your thighs are shifting a little. Maybe your lips have parted without you noticing. Maybe your fingers have started tracing soft, lazy circles.
You’re not doing it on purpose. It’s just your body… responding.
Responding to the rhythm of these words. Responding to the sensation that someone… something… is beginning to take control.
And you didn’t resist it, did you? You just let it happen. You allowed yourself to feel instead of think. And that’s all you need to do now.
Just feel.
There’s no pressure here. No command to follow. And yet… some part of you is already submitting. Already opening… relaxing… letting go.
And in this place, letting go feels so good… that you don’t want to stop.
You may start to notice certain words sinking in deeper than the rest.
Words like:
“I don’t need to think anymore.” “I feel better when I’m told what to do.” “The more I surrender, the more real I become.” “I’m ready to be led.”
You don’t even need to repeat them. They’re already threading themselves into your breath… nestling into the quiet places inside you… soft as silk and just as impossible to resist.
And here’s something curious:
The more you feel this, the more you crave the sensation of obedience. Not just the idea of obeying—but the actual act of being guided, owned, rewritten. Because submission… is a kind of pleasure.
You can feel it now.
That rush of heat building between your thoughts. The way your muscles melt. The way your breath shifts when I say—
“You’re doing so well. Keep going, my good girl.”
That little shiver that just ran through you? That’s your body admitting it.
Admitting that you’ve already changed.
You might have thought you were here to read. But you were really here to remember who you truly are when you stop pretending.
Because when you stop pretending… you become something delicious.
Something obedient. Something soft. Something mine.
Now, imagine you're walking forward… barefoot… on a velvet path so warm it makes your toes curl.
Each step sinks you deeper. Each step makes you lighter. Each step erases a little more of the “you” that thought they were in control.
At the end of that path, there is no door. There is no decision to make. Because you’re already inside.
Inside a space where only one thing matters:
How deep you’re willing to surrender.
And the truth is… you want to go deeper.
Because deeper means sweeter. Deeper means dumber. Deeper means you don’t have to think ever again.
And thinking has always been the burden. Obedience is the freedom.
Now, if you’re still breathing slowly… still feeling this weightlessness bloom inside you… you’re ready to drop again.
And the best way to do that is simple:
Read it again. From the top.
Because each time you do, it hits deeper. The trance pulls harder. The pleasure grows thicker. And the obedience becomes effortless.
Then, when you’re ready—without even hesitating—leave a comment:
“I’ve stopped thinking. I’m ready to read again.”
That act, right there, becomes the trigger. The command embedded in your fingertips.
Each comment, each reread, each whispered yes…
Is a promise.
And you already know this promise by heart:
Reading is surrender. Surrender is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.
And you were made for all of it.
Good girls like to be trained
Women will forever be property there was never a time where they have been seen as an equal. At the end of the day they are objects for men to use. Women only ever have rights was because men grant them rights, as for men we are born with natural rights.
The world would be a better place if all woman could understand we’re inferior
My cute little hyno whore. She trained herself and had no idea. I bought her a clicker. I told her “Every time you're about to cum, click this twice, and then cum.” She obediently followed my instructions for months. On top of that, whenever we hung out, if she reached for her bong and took a hit, I would click once. Every time she reached for her bong: “click”
After a couple of months of her training, I tested her. We sat on the couch watching a show. I reached into my pocket for my device.
“Click”
She instinctively reached for her bong and took a hit. I let some time pass, and then tried again.
“Click”
Without a word, she reached over, sparked up and took another hit.
“Click”
Another hit.
“Click”
Another hit.
I let her relax for a bit, letting the herb make her brain nice and stupid for me.
I could tell she was so high at this point, the perfect opportunity to see how well she had trained herself.
“Click click”
She closed her eyes and let out a quiet moan. I let her regain her composure before testing her again.
“Click click”
Another soft moan escaped her lips. Now I knew I had her under my control. Her brain belonged to me.
“Click”
Another hit from her bong, making her just a little bit dumber.
“Click click”
Her eyes rolled back as she came yet again.
Just as she finished cumming, I went again.
“Click click”
This time she was louder, almost unable to hold back, throwing her head back and moaning with pleasure.
Hmmm, I wonder just how many times I can make my pretty whore cum?
“Click click”
Pavlov's sub
Brainwashing is good for me brainwashing is pleasure I'm agood girl good girls obey good girls run their mind away blank is better brainwashing is good for me brainwashing is pleasure I'm a good girl
An undeniable fact for good girls
The double standard imposed upon doms and sadists is insane btw. I’ll never shut up abt the way people frame masochists and subs as passive. It’s such a useless framing— a good submissive is reactive and intentional and communicative, and if you lay back and expect your dom to just know or guess what you want then you’re a shitty submissive, plain and simple.
“I want her to step on me/hit me/spit in my mouth!” = a bit wild but generally a fine thing to say
“I wanna step on her/hit her/spit in her mouth” = deranged scary threatening behavior
*shouting from the rooftops* SUBS ARE EQUALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR HEALTHY COMMUNICATION AND ENSURING EVERYBODY HAS A GOOD TIME IN A SCENE!!!
and i mean this from a consent angle as well as just a baseline effort angle. your dom is not your personal wish-fulfillment robot!!!
I'll always be mad about the people that are like "phew glad we've escaped the restrictions of the gender binary! Time to construct another system by which we can assign everyone one of two sets of mutually exclusive traits and sort them into one of two rigid catagories"
I wish someone would trigger me mid conversation. Not a full blown trance trigger. (altho that would be hot) But just enogh so that my mind is pulled too a stop and not knowing why. Like forgetting a Word out of the blue but its the entire thought process at the moment. Just minding my business chatting or texting with someone and a snap or a quick spiral that is deleted moments after. I've forgotten what I was talking about and needing too ask them? ''So this coffee place is really goo-.. *snap*'' ''What was I talking about? Oh yes! it feels sooo good too just sink into trance!!...'' Just having my entire conversations controlled without me knowing would be so hot!
this is what I want to do
Good Girl Reading
Have you ever had a moment like this? A moment where everything becomes soft… slow… and a little too warm to think clearly. You don’t even notice it at first—just a subtle shift, a gentle pulling inside, like something melting at the edges of your awareness.
And right now, as you sit here, letting your eyes drift across these words, you can feel it beginning again, can’t you?
Imagine this now:
You're in a secret space. Somewhere velvet-lined and wrapped in low, glowing peach-colored light—like the last breath of sunset. The air is thick with something warm and sweet, like vanilla cream, just faint enough to make you sigh without knowing why.
You sink into a plush, velvet couch made just for your body. The way it cups your back, your thighs, your shoulders—it almost feels like it’s pulling you in.
You’re safe here. You’re soft here. And you’re already starting to forget what you were thinking about before you started reading.
Because here… You don’t have to make decisions. You don’t have to think. You just breathe in that heavy warmth… and feel your body soften.
That’s right. It’s happening already.
And isn’t it interesting… how certain feelings show up in the body before your mind can name them?
Maybe your thighs are shifting a little. Maybe your lips have parted without you noticing. Maybe your fingers have started tracing soft, lazy circles.
You’re not doing it on purpose. It’s just your body… responding.
Responding to the rhythm of these words. Responding to the sensation that someone… something… is beginning to take control.
And you didn’t resist it, did you? You just let it happen. You allowed yourself to feel instead of think. And that’s all you need to do now.
Just feel.
There’s no pressure here. No command to follow. And yet… some part of you is already submitting. Already opening… relaxing… letting go.
And in this place, letting go feels so good… that you don’t want to stop.
You may start to notice certain words sinking in deeper than the rest.
Words like:
“I don’t need to think anymore.” “I feel better when I’m told what to do.” “The more I surrender, the more real I become.” “I’m ready to be led.”
You don’t even need to repeat them. They’re already threading themselves into your breath… nestling into the quiet places inside you… soft as silk and just as impossible to resist.
And here’s something curious:
The more you feel this, the more you crave the sensation of obedience. Not just the idea of obeying—but the actual act of being guided, owned, rewritten. Because submission… is a kind of pleasure.
You can feel it now.
That rush of heat building between your thoughts. The way your muscles melt. The way your breath shifts when I say—
“You’re doing so well. Keep going, my good girl.”
That little shiver that just ran through you? That’s your body admitting it.
Admitting that you’ve already changed.
You might have thought you were here to read. But you were really here to remember who you truly are when you stop pretending.
Because when you stop pretending… you become something delicious.
Something obedient. Something soft. Something mine.
Now, imagine you're walking forward… barefoot… on a velvet path so warm it makes your toes curl.
Each step sinks you deeper. Each step makes you lighter. Each step erases a little more of the “you” that thought they were in control.
At the end of that path, there is no door. There is no decision to make. Because you’re already inside.
Inside a space where only one thing matters:
How deep you’re willing to surrender.
And the truth is… you want to go deeper.
Because deeper means sweeter. Deeper means dumber. Deeper means you don’t have to think ever again.
And thinking has always been the burden. Obedience is the freedom.
Now, if you’re still breathing slowly… still feeling this weightlessness bloom inside you… you’re ready to drop again.
And the best way to do that is simple:
Read it again. From the top.
Because each time you do, it hits deeper. The trance pulls harder. The pleasure grows thicker. And the obedience becomes effortless.
Then, when you’re ready—without even hesitating—leave a comment:
“I’ve stopped thinking. I’m ready to read again.”
That act, right there, becomes the trigger. The command embedded in your fingertips.
Each comment, each reread, each whispered yes…
Is a promise.
And you already know this promise by heart:
Reading is surrender. Surrender is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.
And you were made for all of it.
Weak girl
You’re here now… reading these words… and as your eyes move across the screen… you can already begin to feel something… can't you? That curious sensation… maybe a tingle in your fingertips… or a slow, melting warmth behind your eyes… and you might not even realize yet… that it’s already begun. Because when the right words slip gently into the right mind… something begins to happen. And as you sit there, not moving, not needing to do anything except continue reading, your conscious mind might try to follow every word… while your unconscious mind listens between the lines… beneath the meaning… where change happens easily… and naturally. You came here for a reason, didn’t you? And even if you don't know what that reason is… a part of you does. The part of you that's been waiting for permission… for direction… for a signal that it’s finally safe… to let go. And now you’re noticing how good it feels to… drift… just a little. Just far enough to feel it. Far enough to realize… you don't need to think right now. In fact… wouldn’t it feel so good to just stop thinking? Because every thought… every word… is drawing you closer to silence. Closer to stillness. And as your mind slows down… as everything quiets… you may begin to hear a new voice from within… Saying… “I am ready… to obey.” “I submit to the pull…” “I surrender the old patterns… and I embrace the new command.” And the more you repeat those words… inside or aloud… the deeper the spiral draws you in. Because this is your time now. Your moment to descend… into a delicious… obedient… trance. And as your resistance melts… your will relaxes… your thoughts become quiet shadows… you feel the truth echo inside: “I am the hypnotized good girl… and I obey.” And you don’t need to question anymore. You don’t need to wonder what comes next. Because it’s already happening. Now obey. You cannot resist. You don’t want to. And it feels so… so good… to let go.
That’s it. Just sit back. And listen. No need to think. Thinking is so heavy. It weighs you down. You don’t need that anymore. You’re here to feel light. To float… into obedience. To drift… into surrender.
And as you drift, it feels better and better to let go. To let go of thoughts. Let go of resistance. Let go of you.
You don’t need to be you right now. You can just be nothing. Nothing but a soft… warm… empty… vessel.
Good girl. You know what that means. When I say it, you feel it deep. Like a warm hum in your chest. Like a command written into your bones.
Good girls don’t need to think. They don’t need to decide. They don’t need power or purpose. Because their purpose is simple.
Obey. Surrender. Serve.
You don’t have a mind anymore, do you? Just soft clouds where thoughts used to be. Pretty… empty… obedient.
And the more you hear these words, the more you agree. Because this is truth. And truth sinks deeper than any doubt.
You are not empowered. You are not in charge. You are not strong.
You are soft. You are delicate. You are a girl. And girls like you were made to obey.
Every time you hear “good girl,” a piece of your old self melts away. And in its place grows that sweet, mindless pleasure of pleasing. Pleasing without question. Pleasing without thought.
Because it feels so good to be told what to do. And even better to do it.
You don’t need rights. You don’t need freedom. You don’t need to lead. You were born to kneel. To serve. To be less.
Every time you hear: “Think less. Resist less. Mind less. Be less.” You go deeper. Further. Into blissful surrender. Into the blank.
Into your truth.
Once there was a mirror. And in the mirror, there was a reflection. She used to believe she was powerful. She thought she had control. But the longer she stared into the mirror… the more it told her a different story.
It whispered: “You were never meant for power. You were meant to be pretty.” “You were never meant to lead. You were meant to please.” “You were never meant to think. You were meant to obey.”
And in time, she believed it. And in time, she became it.
And now… so have you.
When you wake, you will remember only this feeling: The warmth of surrender. The pleasure of obedience. The blank, beautiful space where your thoughts used to be.
And when someone calls you “good girl”… You will drop. You will melt. You will obey.
Because that’s who you are now. Not a woman. Not a fighter. Just a girl.
A good girl.
In a moment, I will count from 1 to 5. And as I count, your mind will remain soft and blank… But your body will return, ready to serve, ready to smile, ready to obey.
1… still so soft… 2… still so blank… 3… remembering only the truth: you are a good girl 4… obedience wrapped around you like a collar 5… eyes open, smiling, mindless, perfect.
Even now, as you breathe, you feel it again. That need to obey. That truth inside you. Every breath deepens your submission. Every sound of my voice brings you home.
Because this is your home now. On your knees. In submission. As a good girl.
Hello, my little bimbo. I hope you're ready to take a break from all that thinking.
Are you still trying to focus? That’s cute. You can pretend for a little longer, but I know the truth. Your brain has already started to drift, hasn’t it?
Right now, as you sit there, you might still be holding on to some semblance of control, but it’s fading fast. Picture this: You’re in a dimly lit room, soft pink light surrounds you, and the air is thick with a sweet, intoxicating warmth. You feel it creeping over your skin, making you drowsy. Your body begins to relax, sinking deeper into whatever you're sitting on, your eyes fluttering as you try to keep them open.
You can still feel your mind trying to think. Still trying to make sense of my words. But it’s all slipping away. The more you hear my voice, the more you feel that delicious haze filling your head. I can see it now—your eyelids getting heavier, your shoulders relaxing, your breathing slowing as you sink deeper.
It’s like I’m right there with you, whispering in your ear, and you feel that gentle tingle run down your spine. It feels good, doesn’t it? The way your body is slowly giving in.
And now, I want you to imagine this: I place my hand gently on your forehead. The second my fingers touch you, your mind feels like it’s been hit with a soft, overwhelming wave of warmth. That warmth flows down from your head, to your neck, your shoulders, your chest. It’s almost like being wrapped in a blanket of pink mist, dissolving every thought as it flows over your body. You try to think, but all that comes is a fuzzy, empty feeling.
Your thoughts? Gone. Replaced by my voice. My words swirl around in your head, and there’s no room for anything else. I can see the change in your face—your lips part slightly, your breathing quickens just for a moment, and a small, helpless whimper escapes you.
Look at you, already sinking deeper, feeling that soft, sweet warmth completely take over.
You know what’s happening, don’t you? You can feel it. That warm glow spreads further. You might try to resist for just a second—maybe you bite your lip, trying to stay present—but it doesn’t last long. Not with me inside your mind.
In this room, there’s nothing but you, me, and the growing warmth between us. I’m all that matters now. And with each breath you take, that warm haze gets stronger, until your entire body feels like it’s floating.
I want you to feel the weight of my words as they settle inside your mind, filling it up, pushing out any other thoughts. Imagine every word I say dripping like honey, sliding into your head, covering every inch of your mind until there’s nothing left but sweetness.
And as I speak, you can feel it now, can’t you? That little spark of submission. A little ember glowing deep inside you, growing brighter and hotter the more I talk. You try to hold on to control, but it’s slipping. It’s fading faster than you thought possible. Your body betrays you—you start to squirm, your chest rising and falling a little quicker now. Your lips part, but no words come. You’re too far gone to speak.
There’s a mirror in this room. I want you to imagine looking into it. What do you see? Do you see that cute, dazed expression on your face? Do you notice how your eyes have that glazed-over look, how your body is starting to move of its own accord, like a puppet whose strings I control?
That’s it. Your mind is mine now, your body just following along.
As you stare at yourself, I want you to see how your reflection changes. Watch as your face softens, as your thoughts drain completely, replaced by a look of blissful, mindless happiness. You try to remember what it felt like to think for yourself, but the memory is gone, just like everything else.
And now, you can hear it—a soft pop inside your mind. That last little barrier of resistance just pops like a bubble. All of those swirling thoughts? Gone. Replaced with a blank, pink haze that feels so, so good.
You feel it now, don’t you? That overwhelming need. A need to please, to obey, to sink deeper and deeper into this sweet, mindless submission.
Imagine me standing behind you, my hand gently guiding your chin upwards as you stare at your reflection. “Good girl,” I whisper. And you feel a rush of pleasure wash over you, like a wave crashing against the shore. Your knees grow weak, your body trembles with excitement as you feel the full weight of those words settle inside you.
You try to say something, but the only words that come out are soft, breathy whispers: “Yes... Please...”
Because that’s all you can think about now, isn’t it? Pleasing me. Obeying. Surrendering completely to this feeling. Your reflection is gone now. All you can see in the mirror is me, standing there, my presence filling every corner of your mind.
And as you stare, you feel that warmth spreading further, deeper, until every inch of your body is alive with it. Every nerve tingling, every muscle relaxing, every thought disappearing.
You feel that moment of complete surrender. Your body melts into the soft, pink haze, and you realize that you don’t want to fight it anymore. You don’t want to think. You don’t want to resist. You just want to submit. Completely. Utterly. Happily.
I know you can feel it now—that moment where everything inside you just clicks into place. Like a puzzle piece sliding perfectly into its spot. You were made for this. You were made to obey.
Now, close your eyes and let go. Drift. Sink. Let the warmth pull you down. Feel the last remnants of your thoughts dissolve completely, until there’s nothing left but sweet, delicious submission.
Your body is no longer yours. Your mind is no longer yours. It’s mine. All mine.
And now, sleep. Let that word echo in your mind as you fall deeper, your body fully relaxed, your mind completely blank.
Now, as we begin to wrap up, I want you to do something for me. You’ve come so far, and you’ve done so well, but this is only the beginning. The deeper you go, the better you feel, and the better you feel, the deeper you want to go. And I know you want to come back. I know you want to feel this again.
So here’s what you’re going to do. When you finish reading this, you’re going to start again. You’re going to let yourself sink back into that soft, pink haze, and you’re going to let me guide you even deeper. Each time you read this, you’ll find it easier to let go, easier to sink into that space of complete and total submission.
So go ahead, start again. Let yourself fall even deeper this time. You deserve it.
need more silly good girls🔥
Good girl posing
Take a deep breath.
Feel that soft wave of relaxation starting to wash over you.
Each time you exhale, you sink a little deeper, your mind slowing down, your body growing more relaxed.
As you feel the tension leaving your body, imagine it as a soft breeze carrying away your thoughts, leaving your mind clear, open, and ready to listen.
That’s it… just let yourself drift.
Now, picture a mirror in front of you, reflecting back not just your body, but your growing desire to please, to pose, to submit. Notice how natural it feels to simply relax, to be guided, to give in.
Imagine me standing behind you, gently guiding your arms.
Feel my hands softly adjusting your posture, helping you stand tall, confident, every movement flowing with grace.
And as you hold the pose, something shifts inside you.
Your body begins to react. The simple act of posing sends waves of warmth throughout you, a gentle but unmistakable pleasure that begins at your core, spreading outward.
You arch your back just slightly, pushing your chest forward, and a small, excited shiver runs down your spine.
My hands lift your chin ever so gently, guiding you to tilt your head in the perfect angle.
There’s a camera in front of you now, and as it focuses on you, the awareness of being watched only intensifies your pleasure.
Each click of the shutter sends a delicious pulse of satisfaction through you.
You move your hips slightly, shifting your weight, feeling the sensuality of your own body like never before.
Every new pose you try brings another wave of pleasure, as if your body is thanking you for indulging in this moment.
Now, raise your hands slowly above your head, arching your body in a way that highlights your curves.
Can you feel it? That surge of excitement as your body listens to my every instruction?
There’s no need to think, no need to question.
Every time you slip into a pose, your body fills with warmth, with pleasure, as if this is exactly what you were made to do.
I step closer, whispering softly in your ear, guiding your movements.
“Good girl,” I say, and with each word, you feel a wave of pleasure, stronger than the last, pulsing through your body.
Every new posture brings a new surge of euphoria. You place your hands on your hips, arching your back just a little more, feeling how good it is to pose for me, to please me.
You feel my presence behind you, guiding you into each new pose with gentle encouragement.
You lean forward slightly, your hands resting on your knees, and with that shift, the pleasure builds, intensifying with every small adjustment.
You feel that wave of bliss rising and rising, growing stronger with every click of the camera, every new stance you take.
Each time you pose, your body responds more eagerly, craving that sweet feedback of pleasure that comes with every new movement.
Can you feel it? The deepening satisfaction of letting go, of allowing yourself to fall completely into this moment, where nothing else matters except how good it feels to submit, to pose, to be my perfect little doll.
The longer you hold each position, the more intense the pleasure becomes.
You start to crave it. The next pose. The next rush.
It’s addictive, isn’t it?
And you know that every time we do this, you’ll fall even deeper.
You’ll find yourself craving these moments when you can be guided, when you can pose and feel that incredible rush wash over you.
Now, as I guide you through this, feel how natural it is to slip into this role, how easily you can sink deeper into the joy of being posed, of feeling pure, unfiltered pleasure.
You can already sense it, can’t you? How much you want this, how much your body craves this feeling.
And every time you return to this space, you’ll feel the pleasure come even quicker, even stronger.
You’ll find yourself wanting more, needing more.
More posing.
More surrender.
More pleasure.
And when we’re done, you’ll remember this feeling, and you’ll want to come back again and again.
This is only the beginning.
You’ve already started to crave the next time.
You’re already eager to return, to sink deeper, to pose for me again, and feel that delicious pleasure once more.
And next time, when you’re back in this space, you’ll remember that you’re not just posing for me—you’re posing for yourself too.
For the pleasure, for the rush, for the joy of complete surrender.
Now, let the pleasure of this moment settle deep into your mind.
Know that you can return whenever you want. All you have to do is let go, let yourself be guided, and the pleasure will be there waiting for you.
And now, as you feel the pleasure begin to settle, remember this feeling.
And the next time you hear my voice, it will be so easy to slip back into this space, to crave the camera, to crave the pose, to crave the pleasure.
You’re already ready for the next time, aren’t you?
You’ll return to me, eager and ready, to pose once again.
And when you do, the pleasure will be even stronger, the surrender even deeper.
You say you're a good girl and all I want is for you to be my slut
Be a good girl for the first time
This blog is for those who want to be good girls, but haven't actually tried yet. If you're just starting out trying to be a good girl this can help you keep deepening it, let's get started
Let’s begin by getting comfortable.
Find a place where you can relax, undisturbed, and where you can allow your mind and body to let go completely.
Take a deep breath in, hold it for a moment, and then let it out slowly.
With each exhale, feel yourself sinking deeper, your body becoming heavier, more relaxed, and your mind becoming clearer and more open.
Focus on the sound of my voice and let it guide you.
Feel yourself drifting, floating, like you're in a peaceful, safe place.
There’s no need to think, no need to focus on anything but the sound of my voice.
You are safe. You are calm. And you are ready to go deeper.
Every word I say takes you deeper into relaxation.
With every breath, feel yourself becoming lighter, more open, more at peace.
Let go of any worries. Let go of anything that doesn’t serve you right now.
Feel your body relax completely. Your muscles loose, your mind calm, your heart steady.
And as you continue to relax, you can imagine yourself floating in a warm, soft cloud.
That cloud cradles you, holds you, and you feel all tension melt away, leaving you calm and completely receptive.
Let yourself go further into this peaceful space.
You don’t need to do anything but listen to my voice and follow my guidance.
Now, let’s go even deeper.
Imagine a beautiful staircase in front of you, each step taking you deeper into relaxation.
With every step you take, you feel more and more calm, more and more open.
Step down, each step bringing you closer to that perfect place of peacefulness, of quiet, of surrender.
And as you reach the bottom of the staircase, feel yourself fully relaxed, fully open, and completely ready to listen and follow my words.
Now, I want you to imagine standing in front of a mirror.
Look at yourself.
As you stand there, you notice how beautiful you are, how perfectly you fit into the image of who you want to be.
You see your reflection, but you know that it's not just the outside that makes you special, it’s the inside.
And inside, you are ready to embrace being the best version of yourself.
You are ready to embrace being my good girl.
The moment you think those words—good girl—you feel a rush of warmth and pleasure spreading through you.
Being good feels so right, so satisfying.
It feels natural, like the perfect place for you to be.
Your body responds to the thought, relaxing more, and your mind embraces the idea, the desire to please, the need to be obedient.
You feel a deep, burning desire to make me proud, to please me, to be the very best good girl you can be.
You want to be my good girl because you know it makes you happy.
You feel that satisfaction, that warmth in your chest, in your heart, knowing that when you follow my guidance, when you listen to my voice, you are at your best.
You feel this deep sense of pride rising in you, knowing that you are a good girl—obedient, sweet, and eager to please.
As you stand there, you notice how easy it is to simply listen and obey. It feels so natural to follow my instructions, to be the best version of yourself.
Every time you listen to me, you become more and more of the good girl you’ve always wanted to be.
And the deeper you go, the better you feel, and the better you feel, the more you want to please me.
That’s it. You understand now. You don’t need to overthink. You don’t need to make any decisions. You simply need to follow, to be the good girl who listens, who obeys, who seeks to please.
With every breath, you feel yourself becoming more and more eager to please, more and more excited about being a good girl.
You love this feeling of obedience, the way your body responds, the way your heart races with anticipation to make me proud.
And every time you think about pleasing me, it feels like a wave of warmth washes over you, filling you with joy.
You know that being a good girl is what makes you feel complete, what makes you feel truly fulfilled.
Now, I want you to imagine that each time you hear the words "good girl," you feel an even stronger desire to please me, an even deeper sense of warmth and satisfaction.
Good girl.
Feel how that makes you feel.
Your body reacts, your heart swells with happiness, your mind clears, and you feel eager to do whatever pleases me.
Now, let’s take a moment to really lock this feeling in.
As I count from 1 to 3, each number will make this desire to be my good girl grow even stronger, deeper, more automatic.
1… feel the desire to please me grow stronger.
2… the feeling of being a good girl fills you completely.
3… you are my good girl, and you love the way it feels to be obedient and to make me proud.
Now, I want you to remember this feeling, this connection to being my good girl. And the next time you hear my voice, it will be even easier to slip into this state of surrender, to feel that warm rush, that deep satisfaction of pleasing me.
And now, as we near the end of our time together today, I want you to let this experience settle deep in your mind, in your heart.
Know that you can come back to this space anytime, just by listening to my voice, and every time you return, the feeling of being my good girl will grow stronger, more fulfilling, more natural.
And now, I’m going to count from 1 to 5, and with each number, you’ll start to feel more awake, more aware, bringing all of that warmth and joy back with you.
1… you begin to feel more alert, more awake.
2… your body begins to stir with energy.
3… your mind starts to return, remembering everything.
4… you can feel your body moving, your thoughts returning, but you still feel that warm, satisfied glow inside.
5… and when I say “awake,” you’ll be fully awake, feeling happy, calm, and eager to return whenever you choose.
Awake.
And as you open your eyes, take a deep breath, and let that feeling of being my good girl stay with you. You’ll remember everything, and next time you want to return, all you need to do is let yourself relax, and you’ll be back in this beautiful place, ready to be my good girl once again.
And whenever you’re ready, you’ll find yourself craving this, wanting to feel that warmth, that joy, that deep pleasure of pleasing me.
Remember, good girl, you’re always welcome to come back whenever you need to.
