You're just a pet, after all, hypno-trained and compliant. With a collar around your neck, you can and should be reminded that you're not supposed to think.
If I had fuck-you money I'd absolutely use it for kinky shit.
For example, today I've got the urge to completely that care of a submissive pet while also completely ruining them and rewriting their brain.
With enough money I could remove every source of stress and worry from her life. Take care of every anxiety-inducing decision and just make sure everything is taken care of. Then fill the rest of her life with sadistically pleasurable training and brainwashing. Long stretches of sleep deprivation filled with pleasure, scrolling, and joyful distractions. The whole regimen designed to give just enough to keep her physiologically functioning, but mentally wrecked and susceptible to manipulation. Massages and spa treatments and personal trainers to help her work out and take care of her body perfectly, while making sure that the brainwashing files are constantly eroding her sense of self and replacing it with mindless, eager obedience.
Free time too, with the resources and help to pursue whatever hobbies and interest she wants to try. But twisting them all just a little bit to recenter them on her servitude and purpose as my toy. Sculpting the perfect, fulfilling life. Thoughtfully making sure that every need, all the way up Maslow's pyramid, but I'm a way that also constantly breaks her and rebuilds the pieces around being a kinky pleasure puppet. Helping her fetishize her own brainwashing so that even the choices she still wants to make for herself lead her deeper into being some version of what I wanted.
What joy I would take in all of these benevolently fucked up brainwashing experiments. I'd even publish it all for everyone to learn from here on Tumblr, as fiction, so that others could be inspired to try it out for themselves.
Your hypnotist slipped the dildo into your mouth, just the tip of it for now, but already you could feel the effect. The pressure of it in your mind. The way your thoughts began to stumble and jumble up. “How does it feel?” They asked, a teasing note to their voice.
“Itf… mmm… hrf to fink now.” You managed to say, around the dildo. They laughed.
“Well done for answering. Now… Let’s see what happens when we go to half way.” They pushed the dildo deeper, passed your teeth. Now it was holding your tongue down.
The pressure in your mind had increased. Your thoughts were so disorganised now. Your mind was being penetrated and it felt so good. “That’s it, toy. Just sink deeper. You know the deeper the dildo goes in your mouth, the less you can think. Such a good toy for me.”
They smirked. “It’s a waste of your mouth, I know. You could be using your mouth on me, but… I don’t want you getting too excited. This is about brainwashing you, not just satisfying your desire to give me pleasure.” Those words caused you to let out a small moan.
“Awh, did that thought make you excited? We’ll get to that later. For now, just keep sucking your brain away.” You felt your thoughts being pushed out of your mind, as the dildo slid deeper, to the base, and your mind switched off. “All the way in. No thoughts. Just the dildo.”
It was a bizarre sensation, the feeling of fullness in your mouth echoing the fullness in your brain. Like there were two dildos entering your head, rather than just one. “You look so good like this. Mouth full, brain switched off. It’s like I’m short circuiting you.”
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alright last one of the day. btw the "low" reliability scores are from getting the fake words wrong in some cases and missing the meanings for other cases
This kind of data driven dumbification is the best. Really should get a properly set up experiment for this kind of training going one of these days. Couldn't possibly publish it or whatever, but trying to set up a hypno and brainwashing training regimen that actually has data to show someone's gradual slide down the IQ scale? Ooh, that's the good stuff.
“Nothing much. Just a little trick. I heard about it somewhere.”
“I can’t… what?”
“I did wonder whether it’d work on you. I sort of thought you’d be too smart for it to work. Maybe I was wrong about you? Maybe. Who cares? What matters is that it did work. Feeling a little heated, Poppy?”
“Y-yes.”
“Of course you are, that’s only natural. It’s only natural for poor, hormone-addled little girls to get flustered with a bit of male attention. It’s giving you butterflies, isn’t it Poppy?”
“Yes.”
“Right in your tummy, right here, isn’t it?”
“Y-yes.”
“Making you think all sorts of naughty thoughts, hmm?”
“...yes…”
“Say ‘Yes Sir’.”
“Y-yes, S-Sir.”
“Better. Come on over here and sit down, that’s it, just sit on my lap, good girl. Now, I can guess what some of those naughty thoughts are. You’re thinking about being helpless, aren’t you? Hmm? Weak? Thinking about me taking advantage of you and being too weak and too girl to do anything about it? Yes?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Of course you are. That’s normal, that’s girly, and since you’re a girl it’s only normal you’d think that. That’s normal. And if you tried not to think about it, it’d only make it worse. If you tried not to think about it those butterflies would get stronger and you’d just feel weaker and weaker until you couldn’t think about anything else at all. And that’s happened, hasn’t it?”
“Y-yes…”
“Yes?”
“Yes S-Sir…”
“That’s okay, Poppy, that’s okay. No use fighting it now, is there? It’s too late. You’re girly, you’re weak, and you’re helpless, and this is normal. So just sit here, on my lap, enjoy being in my arms, relax, and let me be in control, hmm? Sir knows best, yes?”
“Sir knows best…”
“Exactly. I know what’s best for you, and since you’re just a weak, helpless, girly girl, you couldn’t even stop me even if you wanted to, could you? You can’t stop me, can you, Poppy?”
“No…”
“No you can’t, and that’s good. Now, I’m going to take this hand of mine, this hand here, and I’m going to bring it up, and I’m just going to give you a nice, light, little tap on the temple - like that, see? I’ve just knocked a thought loose. A useless thought, you don’t need to worry about it. It’s something you won’t miss. And now it’s loose I can just pluck it out - like this - and pull it away and flick it into the air and, poof, off it goes, there it goes. Bye bye, thought, off it goes.”
“Bye…bye…?”
“Exactly, good girl. You didn’t need it anyway. You don’t need most of the thoughts in there, I think, and I know best. So let’s get rid of a few more, hmm? Tap tap. Ah, knocked a good few loose, that time. I’ll just take those. Pluck and pluck and pluck. All gone, see? You feel better already, don’t you?”
“I feel…”
“Shh, shh, don’t think about it too much. I’m in charge, remember? You feel better, I’m telling you you feel better, and so you do. Have a little kiss, just on the neck here. There, better?”
“Better…”
“All the best girls have empty heads, and you want to be the best, don’t you, Poppy? You’ll be the best little girl for me, just have to keep emptying you out. Opinions, ideas, all this clutter. Just taking it all away, one little bit at a time. Hmm, you should take your shirt off, you know.”
“Yes Sir”
“Good girl. Bra too. Good girl. Yes, you’re a very pretty girl, Poppy, and that’s good. That’s all that matters, that’s all that matters to you. All you need to worry about is being pretty. Don’t need to worry about being smart or talented or capable or any of that - just pretty. It’s all that matters. Yes?”
“Pretty…all that…matters…”
“That’s it, good girl. Shift about on my lap, face me, legs apart, that’s it, straddling. Good girl. Look at me. That’s it, good girl. I’m going to just put my hands here, on your head, and you’re going to look into my eyes and I am going to tell you some facts, okay? Some facts about you? The things I’m going to tell you are true, okay? You can’t deny them, they’re true. Okay?”
“Okay, Sir…”
“You’ve always been stupid, Poppy. You’ve never been smart. And that’s good, you like that. You’ve never wanted to be a smart girl. Smart girls are boring, you know that. You’re happy being simple and stupid. And a slut. That’s another important thing about you, Poppy: you’re a cock-crazy, horny, needy little slut. You try to hide it, of course, but it still slips out. You can’t help it, because it’s who you are. You’re stupid, and you’re a slut. These are facts.”
“F-facts…”
“The facts can fit in nice and snug and safe since I made room for them, taking out all those other things you didn’t need. A good girl doesn’t think, she just has her facts. They help her remember who she is when everything gets too much. A girl’s facts are important!”
“Facts… important…”
“Good girl, I’m glad you remember. I was a little worried lately you were starting to forget your facts, but I’m happy to see I was worried over nothing. You remember that you’re a stupid slut, you remember that you’re a pathetic horny little girl who gets wet when she does what’s she’s told. You remember you’re just holes and tits. How could you forget that? How could I think you could?”
“Nnh… I…”
“Too many words, isn’t it? Poor girl. Just say ‘Yes Sir’.”
“Yes Sir…”
“There, much better. The words don’t really matter, Poppy. Words are hard anyway. What matters is just sinking. Sinking into that lovely, fluffy feeling where there’s no thoughts or anything difficult. Just Sir, and Sir’s voice telling you what you need to know and what you need to do. Much better. Much safer.”
“Safe…”
“Sir will keep you safe, don’t you worry Poppy. Safe and happy and stupid.”
“Stupid…”
“And because you’re stupid and a slut that’s why you know you have to listen to Sir and do as he says, because he’s smarter than you, he knows better than you, and he’s got a cock. A lot of men have cocks, in fact, but you know that Sir’s is the best for you. It’s the one you dream about, and the one you’d do anything for.”
“Anything…”
“It’s the one that’s making you drool, right now.”
“D-d-drool…”
“It’s the one you’re going to get onto your knees and suck, right now.”
“Yes…Sir…”
“Good girl. Hands behind your back, that’s it. You hold still a second for me. Tilt your face up a bit. There you go. Just resting this on your face. Aww, you’re whining Poppy! I know it’s a bit of a tease but I’ve always wanted to see you like this. It definitely suits you, you know. Kneeling, Sir’s cock resting on your face. How did I ever think you were smart? Tsch. I have a lot to make up for.”
“Nnnhhh… Sir… please…”
“Alright, okay. Enough teasing. You’ve been very good for me, so of course you get a treat. Kneel up straight, mouth open. There you go. Good girl. Such a good girl.”
“Mmmpphh…”
“Shh, no more talking. You concentrate. There you go. Good girl.”
I think one of my favorite hypnokink icebreaker questions is "what are your favorite words you're horny about?". Answers I've heard include: attentive, break, broken, change, compliant, deeper, docile, drop, dumb, easy, enraptured, fuzzy, malleable, mesmerize, obedient, obey, pliable, pliant, shattered, silly, sleepy, subjugate, submissive, tame, weak-willed, and willing.
Anyway, how are y'all doing and do you have any particular favorites? Hypnokink is on some level a language kink and I think it says a lot about someone what their favorites are. At least it gives you a pretty good idea of which words to whisper in their ear once you've got your fingers on or in them.
