Are you sure you don't wanna feel my tongue on it? Not even just the tip? Your girlfriend will never find out
One lick isn’t cheating right? But you can’t suck it ok?
Okay no sucking only licking đź‘…
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@hypnoraven
Are you sure you don't wanna feel my tongue on it? Not even just the tip? Your girlfriend will never find out
One lick isn’t cheating right? But you can’t suck it ok?
Okay no sucking only licking đź‘…
hypno/mindbreak is soo hot
your enemy tying you up with a vibe right on your clit and headphones that play her moans, plus a screen playing a spiral with words like "horny" "dumb" "submit" "aroused" "nympho" flashing. she puts the vibrator on high before leaving you there for hours, making a mess of your panties like a good girl and having your brain turned to mush.
your producer girlfriend being sweet enough to make a beat just for you, a simple song that you listen to because it reminds you of her. little do you know, she layered a hypno file under the song and every time you listen, you get a little dumber. you listen to it constantly, all the time until you're just a mindless, stupid whore for your mommy.
lastly, your best friend helping you through a breakup, she stays over a lot and comforts you all the time while helping you recover from your depressive episode. one day, she turns on the tv and tells you to look at the screen. you're confused because it's just spirals, but eventually you realize you just can't look away... you don't wanna, you feel sooo good and your underwear is soaked. your best friend comes up behind you and starts touching you all over, but you don't stop her. "doesn't this just feel so good, angel? doesn't it feel good to just get dumber and dumber?" she whispers. "yes mistress!" your whiny voice replies.
bambi rlyyy wants to push herself into 4 like totally !!
Make me train my asshole daily
have business idea, need funding
tie me up and stuff my holes, i wanna be used, wanna cum over and over and over again til i lose the ability to speak, to think, and all that comes out are desperate whimpers and pathetic noises
what’s the difference between you and a fleshlight?
you’re self lubricating
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thank you for putting me on my knees to suck your cock and when I’m out of it and edging from how good it feels in my throat you hook your leg around my head so you can fuck my throat as deep as you want while I can’t get away
thank you for telling me what a good dumb whore I am for swallowing it all down until I’m crying from lack of air
The girl in the collar hummed happily as her owner came down her throat. That meant she’d been useful, been good, and that made her even happier then she had been before, and thanks to him she was almost always happy now.Â
Slurping, head bobbing, she eagerly swallowed it all and then went to work cleaning his cock, just like how she knew she was supposed to: licks and slurps and happy little mumblings. And it was while she was doing this that something caught her attention.
Her owner was watching television. He often did this with her by his feet. It was how he liked to relax, he said. Sometimes she just knelt, awaiting a command, and sometimes she was obeying a command. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t her choice. This time obviously she was obeying a command, and it was thanks to her position between his legs that she could just about see the screen, off to the side.
Normally none of what she saw there made much sense to her and normally it didn’t matter because it wasn’t for her, but something about this caught her attention, which confused her a little bit. It was confusing because she didn’t know why it would have caught her attention. Just something from the corner of her eye had made her look. Then it happened again and, since she was watching properly (mostly properly) she saw why: there was a girl on the screen she recognised.Â
Or thought she recognised, at least. Something about her was familiar.
Whatever was on the screen was showing clips of this girl, in a costume, flying around a bit, or standing and looking strong and confident. It looked very strange to her, and it didn’t help her understand what about the girl was nagging so much at her.
The chyron running beneath it all read:
“Whatever happened to Justice Girl?”
“Master, do I know her? She feels like… someone…” she said, brow furrowed. Thinking was hard, and remembering was basically like thinking - her owner did both of those for her, which was why she was asking him. She hoped he would make the thinking stop. Her head was starting to throb.
“No,” he said, idly, tapping her on the head to keep her going. She managed one lick before the screen (and the throbbing in her head) distracted her. Such a ditz.
“But she seems familiar…”
Reaching down, her owner put a finger on her chin and tipped her head so she was looking up at him and not at the screen. She didn’t resist. She couldn’t. The moment his eyes met hers the whole world shrank down. There was nothing else. Only him.
“You don’t know her.”
His words filled her head. The throbbing stopped. It was the truth.
“I don’t know her,” she said, dreamily, dumb smile on her face. It was so much easier knowing what she was supposed to think, and so obvious now. Of course she didn’t know her. Master said, and so she didn’t.
“You were always my toy.”
“I was always your toy…”
“You were always my pet.”
“I was always your pet…”
“You were never anything else.”
“I was never anything else…”
Putting a hand on top of her head, he turned it so she was facing the television again. She stared, eyes empty, her face blank, a big dumb smile spread across it. She saw the girl on the screen, the girl who was totally and utterly identical to her, and she felt nothing. Just a stranger.
“Do you know her?” He asked.
“I don’t know her,” she sighed happily. It was the truth.
Her owner smiled and sat back again. It was a lot easier doing that, now.
“Good girl. You can touch yourself.”
Squealing with glee and babbling thanks she very quickly shuffled back on the floor so he would have a better view, spread her legs, and started doing just that, panting and moaning and being totally open and on display for him the way she’d been trained to be, the only way she could even think of being.
On the screen, the news moved onto something else.
The Bimbo BOUNCE
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 blow 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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She was a doctor before she met her new boyfriend. She was telling him how hypnotherapy was fake, and he implied he could use it to fix her relationship with her girlfriend. She told him he was silly, and her and her girlfriend didn't have problems. He reminded her that her boyfriend thought she wasn't suited to be a doctor since she was so dumb. She didn't think so since she was a 4.0 graduate but he reminded her that she was a dropout. And honestly, the longer she talked to him, the dumber she felt. She was so dumb, she almost forgot he was her boyfriend!
Thankfully, he took her home and helped write her letter of resig... quitting. He was going to help her start a career online more suited to her intelligence level. She's had a lot of fun entertaining chat, even if some girl named Emily in chat keeps asking where she is and to come home.