some bimbo

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[hypnopum]

You looked up at your hypnotist, not particularly happy. “Awh, what’s wrong, toy?” They asked, crouching down, to get on your level, on the floor. “Is this demeaning? Being made to drink water from a bowl on the floor… Too bad.” They stood back up, pointing to the bowl.

“You wanted this, and I already went to all the trouble of getting the bowl.” Wait… What? “So, you’re going to drink.”

“I… I don’t remember that.” You said, confused.

“What? You don’t remember asking for this?” Their tone changed, slipping to that one that you loved.

The one that made everything feel all hazy. “Such a silly little toy. Of course you did. Don’t you remember?” You… Didn’t. Did you? “You told me to treat you like a dog. You asked to drink from a bowl.” Had that happened? There was the vague idea of a memory of that…

“Why would I be doing this to you if you hadn’t?” That made sense to your suddenly foggy brain. “Such a silly, stupid toy. Looks like you’re too stupid to remember the things you’ve asked for now, huh? It’s okay, just drink, and I can tell you what happened…”

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[hypnotizingbambi]

oh fuck I guess I did ask for it...

[switchingdesires]

Girls be like: "I‘m not that weird, actually 😇", only to end up spending the rest of their day edging to the most degrading shit their silly little mind can think of 💞🌷

[hypnopum]

“Braindead… Sexdumb.” Those two words, looping in your brain. Falling from your lips. Over and over again.

“That’s it…” Your hypnotist said. “Sinking into your mantra, toy. Sinking into the repetition. Just letting yourself get lost in the sensations it creates.”

“Braindead…” Was the next word from your lips.

They laughed at you. “You are braindead. Stupid… Dumb… Ditzy.”

Their words inflamed a horny part of your brain. It was responding to them, not you. “Sexdumb.”

“And Sex dumb… Yeah, that’s appropriate.” You felt them cup your chin, examining you.

Braindead… Sexdumb…”

“Your sex is doing all the thinking for you after all.” They said. “Any thought your brain tries to have gets redirected, arriving between your legs as a wave of pleasure and arousal.” As they said it, you felt it. The pleasure, the lust, trickling in.

“And it just feels so good, to brainwash yourself deeper. The more you repeat those words, the more totally they encompass your mind, until there’s nothing left.”

“Braindead. Sexdumb.” Nothing else exists.

“Braindead, sexdumb.” They said. “Good toy. Deeper and deeper.”

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[hypnopum]

CW: Non-Con

“What’s wrong, honey? Is it getting hard to think?” The pretty person at the party was talking to you, as you blinked at them in confusion. You felt… Dazed.

“I’m feeling kinda… Woozy?” You said, though your mouth felt like it was full of molasses.

They nodded, offering you a supportive arm, which you leant on. “Shh… Just take another deep breath for me.” They said. You took a breath, and noticed it again. The strong, overpowering scent of their perfume. Cloying your mind. “That’s it. Just keep breathing in. That’ll help.”

You grabbed onto their arm, struggling to stand, and their expression changed to one of concern. “What’s wrong? Are you still feeling woozy?” They asked. They held out their other hand, and as you stepped forwards, they pulled you to them, supporting you.

“That’s okay. Come here. Lean on me. I’ll support you.” They said, taking a step with you. You almost stumbled, but they held you upright. “Oh my, you really are staggering, aren’t you?” They turned around, and pulled you down onto something soft.

“Just sit here on this couch with me.” They said. You were in no position to move. “Isn’t that better?” It was. “Not having to stand. Just able to sit, and relax, and breathe deeply for me.” You took another deep breath. Their perfume smelled… Pleasant. You wanted more.

“Listen to my words, toy.” They said, and your brain hitched on that word, but they kept on speaking. “That’s right. Toy.” It sounded correct, coming from their lips. “That’s what you are right now, isn’t it?” You couldn’t tell if it was right. It sounded… Good. But it was strange.

“Unable to think. Unable to disobey. Just sinking into my control. Because it feels so good to obey. To give in. To be mine.” They wrapped their arms around you, and pulled you closer on the couch. Your body felt so weak, your mind was so foggy. You couldn’t resist.

“Just rest your head on my shoulders, and get comfortable, toy. Let those heavy eyelids close down for me.” You obeyed, unable to keep your eyes open. “I’ll have a little chat with your mind, and then we can go upstairs. Doesn’t that sound nice? Nod your head, yes… Good toy.”

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[lunaadoresyou-deactivated202409]

honestly being turned into a dumb little spiral addicted slut doesn't sound that bad

[plantbasedlady]

If you're currently feeling submissive and hypnotizable, reblog this post.

Now.

[hypnopum]

CW: Addiction

You leant back in your bed, and hit play on the file your hypnotist had sent you. Their voice began playing through your headphones. “Awh, what a good toy you are. Opening this without me telling you what it was.” You blushed, they knew you too well.

“That’s okay. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. I know how much you love my voice. How much you need it. Each one of my words dripping into your emptying mind, filling you with pleasure.” They were right. You could feel your thoughts draining away before their words.

And it felt so good. So easy. So right. “You’re my good toy. You just give in. You just submit. My voice takes control. You don’t need to think, you just need to sink deeper.” Each phrase was one you were conditioned to, and each one pulled you deeper.

“Touch yourself toy. I know how needy you are. How weak you are. Just touch, and brainwash yourself with pleasure.” Your hands moved obediently, slipping between your legs. “My voice, your hands, intertwining to send your body deeper into bliss.”

You could feel their control filtering through your mind and body as pleasure began to mix with the comfort of their voice. The feeling of slipping into subspace was almost intoxicating. It felt wonderful. “That’s it, toy. Just keep sinking deeper. You crave this feeling.”

They were right, you did crave it. “You need my voice filling your mind more, and more, and more. Because it feels too good to stop. You need to give in over and over again, until you’ve got no more self-control. No more free will. Just my helpless, addicted toy. Mine, forever.”

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[hypnopum]

Your partner held up their hand infront of you, fingers splayed out. “Time to count you down, sweetie. Feel how heavy your eyes get as we start with five.”

You felt it immediately. You wanted to keep staring ahead. But your eyelids were suddenly being dragged downwards.

“Four. Heavier and heavier. Harder to think. So easy to sink. Try to keep your eyes open, toy.” They said, lowering a finger. Your eyelids were fluttering. Like lead weights had been attached. Your mind was stumbling too. Focussing on keeping your eyelids open.

You weren’t really seeing what was in front of you anymore. Not consciously. “Three.” Another finger lowered. “So hard to resist the downwards pull, isn’t it? Down into trance. Down into sleepiness. Down into mindlessness.” Your eyelids were almost impossibly heavy.

They were slowly sinking downwards as they fluttered. “Two.” Your partner said, giggling as they watched you. “You look so helpless like this. Keep trying. You’re doing so well for me.” Your mind was struggling to keep up. You just wanted to close your eyes and drop.

“One.” One finger remained. It felt like there were concrete blocks attached to your eyelids. The pull was irresistible. You couldn’t keep them open, no matter how hard you tried. “And zero. Let your eyes close, toy. There we go. Just sink, and slip, and drop for me.”

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[lord-of-dice-and-kinks]

Back-alley fun

Think about going on a date with me. But ending up in a dark Amsterdam alley. Think about us making out. Me groping you, kissing you, biting your neck as you gently jerk me off. Think about me pushing you on your knees and grabbing you by the hair. “Start sucking. I want it sloppy.” I growl, before slamming your face against my crotch and holding you there. Making you sniff and smell my dick. Forcing you to inhale and smell the strong smell of musk, sweat and cock. Seeing your eyes glaze over as you turn into your animalistic bitch in heat mode due to the hot smell of my dick. Before pushing the tip of my veiny shaft against your lips and slowly but surely filling up your mouth with my cock. Just think about giving me sloppy head in public. In Amsterdam. At night. Think about my groans and the way I would praise you for being such a dirty little slut for me. Think about how filthy you would look with my precum and saliva smeared all over your face. Think about smelling like my cock. Reeking like my filthy cock-worshipping little slut. Think about how nasty all of that would be. How wet and dripping your cunt would be as I would push my boot inbetween your leg for you to hump it.

And then. In the corner of your eye. You realize. Somebody noticed us. A few people are looking while playing with themselves. Some of them are staring at your wet little pussy. You tap my leg and try to push away. Embarrassed by the situation. Instead I just growl. “Shh. I’m not done with them. Lets just give them a show.” I say as I start to brutally pound your face. Fucking your face like a pussy. Using you. Spit and drool flying everywhere as you struggle to breath. Until I grab you up by the hair again. Drop down by pants further. Turn around and press my ass against your face. Pushing you all the way against the cold stone wall. You whimper and resist. It’s not as if we havn’t done this before. But this. In public..? With all these onlookers. Now everyone knows how filthy and kinky you are. Now everyone sees you sniff and rim my ass. Licking and kissing my asscheeks slowly. Getting your nose pressed against my asshole. Forced to smell my musky and earthy scent. The humiliation is a lot. And it gets your pussy dripping fucking wet. But it’s worth it isn’t it. And you know that I’ll take care of you and bring you home safely. You know that at home, I’ll fill your pussy up with cum.

[rimjbgirl0-deactivated20210507]

i want an older man to fuck my face and catch the spit in his hands and rub it all on my face. lay me on my back and spend a few minutes dragging his balls and cock back and forth on my sloppy face so i can really appreciate it. stop and spit on me if it gets dry and continue dragging his balls on my face. then sit his asshole directly on my mouth so i can lick it and stick my tongue inside. rub his ass against my sloppy spit face. use me as his toilet paper. put his weight on me so i can get my tongue far in there. i want a man old enough to be my dad to use me as his toilet paper. fuckkk

[switchingdesires]

It‘s kinda difficult to hold a philosophical discussion when the majority of your tiny mind is occupied with cute little fantasies of getting abused like a dumb whore, hm sweetie? 🌸💫

[virgo-barbie]

starting my bambi sleep training now 🥴🩷

[bambidollblog]

[hypnopum]

Your partner leant down over you, kissing you. You had barely had a chance to pause your game. But you melted in the face of their love, and then they straddled you in your chair. Pinning you to the seat. Their hands explored, before coming up to your throat.

They looked at you, one eyebrow raised, asking the question, as they always did. You nodded, and they squeezed. A moan escaped your lips as blood flow was constricted. Your eyes rolled back, you bucked up into them, and they laughed. And then, they let go.

You moved to kiss them again, but they put a finger to your forehead, halting you. Your eyes locked upwards, looking at their hand. “Ah, ah, ah, no, toy. I decide when we kiss. And I don’t wanna kiss right now. I want you hazy, and confused. And it’s happening, isn’t it?”

Their finger rubbed gently on your forehead, scattering thoughts, disarming your mind. Your eyelids fluttered. You felt your expression soften. It felt so good. You nodded, softly, and you saw their smirk out of your peripheral vision. “That’s what I thought. So easily taken, huh?”

You nodded again. The finger kept rubbing. “And you like to be easy for me, don’t you? Because you love being like this. No thoughts. Just me, dropping my words into your silly little head, right?” They pressed forward slightly with their finger, setting you nodding again.

And, just as quickly as they had started, they stopped, and snapped their fingers. “Okay, up, sweetie. You can go back to your game now,” They got up, moving to the door. “Or, you know, you could come with me.” They didn’t have time to turn before you were following them.

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<3, Pum

[hypnovee-deactivated20231122]

bounce the thoughts out of your head

bounce the thoughts out of your head

bounce the thoughts out of your head

bounce the thoughts out of your head

bounce the thoughts out of your head

[hypnopum]

“Things have changed, haven’t they, toy?” Your hypnotist laughed as they pulled your chin up, dragging your gaze to meet theirs. “No, things were different when you first came to see me. You wanted to explore, learn about yourself.” They squeezed your chin softly.

“And you have learned, haven’t you? How to sink, how to effortlessly submit to my control.” Your eyes were drooping, but you held their gaze, as your mind melted away. “Yes, yes you have, such a good toy.” They pressed you back into the seat, leaning over you.

“But we’ve gone beyond just learning, haven’t we? Now I can excite you, I can break you, I can unmake you, at the drop of a hat. I can overwrite all of your thoughts. I control you, toy, don’t I?” They nodded your head, up and down. Your mind was struggling to stay up.

“So give in to my control, sweetness. Submit once more, and let me play around. You love letting me play inside your head. So just.” They held your chin up. “Let.” Their fingers slipped away. “Go.” Your head slumped, your mind dissolved. You were gone.

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<3, Pum

[poor-little-play-thing]

Bambi is so cock hungry

she's dropped for cock

she can't think of anything but cock

she needs it between her cock pillow lips and down her throat and in her empty holes the need to be filled with cock ratchets up as she drops for cock

she feels so blank empty and vacant

every time she tries to think her mind just pops as she goes zap cock drain obey

she can't stop touching herself to the thought of getting dolled up and gangbanged in her perfect bimbo uniform she drops for cock

good girl

good girl Bambi