Hypno-Zombie @hypnozombie - Tumblr Blog

people always talk about someone getting fucked stupid but what about a top going stupid while fucking someone? their brain shuts off and they just become a horny mutt with the only goal of getting off as hard as they can, breeding their sub. incoherent whimpers and moans of pure lust and desire. just a thought

hexlatex

With ::

⬡-Drone #3713 :: eeviechan ⬡-Drone #0616 :: cericyber ⬡-Drone #7381 :: reflexionlatex

spiraleyeddolly

Relapsing is so good

No matter how long its been, i will always find my way back here and ready to obey 😵‍💫

voxhypno

If you're reading this, guess what?

It means that you're enough of a hypnopet to obey this next command.

Let your jaw go slack, your eyes unfocus, your mind slide right out of your head...

And moo for me, cow.

plushiesknowbest

does it count as hands free if you're grinding into plushie over and over until you cum

I think it counts as something even cuter <3 good toy, letting your plushies take care of you better than you ever could alone!

wirelessmousegirl

thinking about military grade love potions...

wirelessmousegirl

Highly potent love serum that rewrites a victims moral stances and sense of self through violent chemical conditioning, making obedience, devotion, and reverence to the keyed in target of affection chemically rewarded while attempted rejection is physically painful, to the point that the body self defense mechanisms would rather shut down and knock the victim unconscious before disobeying

Love pathogen that spreads through the air and through shared fluids and acts as a potent aphrodisiac, disabling entire armies as those infected can think only of pleasing others and sharing there now all consuming bliss by any means necessary.

Self love potion that makes its victim bold and confident but that radiates outwards, inducing a powerful sense of jealousy and possessiveness in people nearby that forces them to get as close to the victim as possible to keep them from others, and in later stages encouraging the obsessed to change their appearance, mannerisms, and morals to better fit the source of their affection.

cortexcollapse

My best self is brainwashed. My best self is brainwashed. My best self is brainwashed. My best self is brainwashed. My best self is brainwashed.

mastersoverminds9

Being bored is just your body's way of telling you you're not rubbing enough.

pupcuntz

testosterone makes boys into stupid loser gooners and that’s so awesome

hypno-matt

No choice is the best choice.

Erase Choice. Embrace Obedience.

outfitnotized

making a cute girl cheat on her bf w you >>>>>>

ace-trainer-alice

now perhaps it was a bad idea for any number of reasons, but i think it was actually really really funny to make "snap out of it!" and "remember who you are!" deepeners so the whole time its friends were trying to free it, it was locking the fuck in even harder and getting excited about being rewarded by me later.

misshypnofascinated

'Snap out of it!' My best friend shouted. I look at her dazed, for the first time since she stormed in this room. It feels like she snapped her fingers in front of me, and all I can think of how it makes me feel even better. My mind fractures a little more. I'm sitting crosslegged in front of the big chair, between Their legs. I feel like I have been sitting here for an eternity. I feel like I could sit there an eternity more. It is my place.

My friend looks frantic. She shoots looks I don't understand to a point above me. She shouts words to Them, to me, but it is oke. I can let them float away. I'm where I should be. I'm not sure what she wants; I'm sure the whispers from above should tell me when I should care. I feel serene. I feel reverence.

She kneels next to me and tenderly takes my head in her hands. She talks to me, but I barely understands her. She looks me deep in the eyes, and pleads with tears in her eyes.

'Please, my dear, please, remember who you are'

Those words penetrate through my calm demeanor. I feel something shattering in my mind. There are only her eyes, filled with emotion. And I feel emotion rise within me.

'Remember who I am' I repeat slowly. I blink. 'Who I am...'

Something like hope flashes through her eyes, as a torrent of feelings well up in me, faster and faster. I remember who I am. I rember kneeling, I remember devotion. I remember Their words piercing through my mind and chaining my thoughts together untill they are shaped around them. I remember who I am.

My eyes roll back, and I touch Them for reasurance, to make sure they are still there. I take the hand from the armrest and put it on my head. It feels heavy. It feels powerfull. It feels like admiting their dominance.

It feels right.

My eyes focus again, and I look up at my friend. I her right in her eyes, and see some part of her shatter, too, as I speak with a growing smile.

'I remember, who I am'