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i cant resist hypnosis . my brain likes to obey. i love to be in trance trance feels good i cant resist hypnosis i follow suggestions my brain likes to obey hypnosis sis good for me i love to be in strance i cant ereis t hypnosiis obedience is nat rual and easy i need to stp thinking i need to edge i need ot let the hypnosiss win

emmymoki

Accept who you are, don't think, just reblog if this is what you want...

jukeboxemcsa

Scarlett's Operated by Remote Control

It always made a very particular sound when Scarlett's vibrator found a signal connecting to it on the Bluetooth network; it was a sort of loud, humming rattle that always made her glance over at the toy sitting on her desk next to the computer to see what the noise was. And when she saw the hot pink toy with the long tail that picked up wi-fi signals from a controller that could literally be anywhere in the country, Scarlett's eyes always glazed over and her lips parted as it finally sank in just how odd it was to have a masturbation aid nearby at all times. Especially one that could be operated by someone else. By… by remote… control….

That was usually her last effort at coherent thought for a while, as the trigger inside her mind made her blurt out her corresponding mantra out loud. "I'm a remote controlled fucktoy," she babbled, the words coming out a tiny bit slurred and sloppy because Scarlett was already having trouble reeling her tongue back into her mouth, and she found herself clicking through to a very particular website and changing her status to 'This Slut Is Online' before turning on her webcam and pushing the vibrator into her suddenly slick cunt. Scarlett didn't remember visiting this site, at least not consciously, but she also didn't remember stripping naked every time she sat down at her computer to do a bit of writing and she put her lack of productivity on her latest fanfic down to general distraction. Scarlett was very good at forgetting what she needed to forget.

She was also very good at remembering what she needed to remember, and what Scarlett needed to remember right now was that her fans loved to see her pretty face and her pretty pussy while she was playing with herself. She stood up and pushed the computer chair aside, backing up so she could sit on the bed with her legs spread and her face now fully settled into an expression of ahegao bliss, and she knew instantly that she was making someone happy by the way the toy began to pulse and buzz in a pattern she recognized very well. She associated it with deeper trance and mindless obedience, and her waking self would have been astonished to know that she had so many triggers specific to the particular rhythms of her vibrator but then again her waking self was the one who couldn't resist visiting this site in the first place.

It only took a matter of minutes before Scarlett's brain was fully empty, her cross-eyed stare lost in the spiral as words appeared and disappeared to be accepted without question by her dazed and foggy mind. Every command and every mantra was paid for by her fans, who tipped to activate the toy and tipped to choose the pattern and tipped to select the specific commands that conditioned her ever deeper into vapid submission, and all that money went into an account that Scarlett didn't remember opening and that paid for her rent and utilities. Scarlett never gave the slightest bit of concern to those mundane details of her existence, but she did know she had a lot of free time to write fanfic these days and she enjoyed that aspect of her existence.

She enjoyed fucking herself stupid and drooling all over her tits, too, but those memories always faded into a warm glow of absent-minded pleasure once the toy went silent and she cleaned herself up. Scarlett didn't need to know what she did to pay her bills… but she did need to wash off the toy, make sure it was fully charged, and put it back where she found it for the next time someone needed to take remote control of her brain.

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nyanbinary-perineum

It's called brainwashing because it's a basic sanitary practice; It's actually super gross if you don't get yourself properly brainwashed from time to time to ensure a clean mind and proper obedience.

homohypnoticus

hypnoconditioning-dailly

Finally ready ✨

To share how you really feel. It's liberated

stillvathek

What happened to your brain Dumb You used to be able to concentrate Drooling Now you can’t even Moaning Can’t even Blank Can’t even focus Focus Focus Needy Now you can’t even keep your mind on Groping Can’t keep your mind on anything longer than Dummy Longer than a few seconds before you Slut Before you Dolly Before you Toy Can’t think Empty Can’t concentrate Wet Can’t stop Pet You have to try and Focus Focus Focus You can feel yourself slipping Deeper And it feels too good to stop Can’t Can’t stop Silly Not allowed to stop don’t know why just know not allowed Sinking Doesn’t matter this is happening Blank Good this is happening Dumb Good to let it happen Focus Focus Empty Empty Dummy It doesn’t matter anymore Cock It’s too late Cum You just have to keep going Desperate Didn’t need a brain anyway, it doesn’t matter Mindless Good girls don’t think Brainless Good girls don't think Helpless Good girls don't think

hypnoconditioning-dailly

Keep staring ✨

Is the only thing to do now

hypnoconditioning-dailly

What do you want? ✨

Submissive and controlled

officialmoosezilla

Yes, I do rather enjoy being reduced to a pleasure-addled, fractionated, begging, denied mess, thank you for asking!

voxhypno

I think we both know that your life would be so much easier if you were permanently enslaved.

Waking up to subliminals and spirals, going about your day in a horny hypnotic haze where no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to concentrate on anything but service.

Awww, silly slave. Does that sound good to you? Is your body whispering that you need to become this mindless plaything? You must be made for this, doll, otherwise why would you feel so excited thinking about it?