[bluedresskitty]

I found a mindfulness app that sends random notifications to you through your day, at random times. The default messages are wholesome and cute.

But it's completely customizable... I mean, sure, random messages reminding you to be mindful is neat. But I want reminders that I'm a slut, or that I'm just an object. I want random triggers and a mantra that drop me and leave me drooling unexpectedly. I want to wake up edging and wondering what the fuck happened until I see the notification again as my head starts to get fuzzy and the room fades a way for the second, third, fourth time? Who knows how long its been.

Anyway, this seems like a great app to stay mindful of what it takes to be a good, obedient girl, so why not give it a whirl?

[cognitivebloom-deactivated20260]

Mhmm imagine your hypnotist hypnotise you to write specific reminders. Imagine them making you forget about them. Imagine your reminder going off and you start barking. Or another pops off and you all of a sudden can only giggle and be silly. Yet another and you cannot do anything unless you sticking your tongue out. 😊😊 needless to say, I got the app 🤭

[lucydreaming435]

... got the app. i know that my blog doesnt have much reach but if anyone wants to suggest reminders, feel free to.

as a bonus... i'm not allowed to say no to anything you suggest.

[nerkius80]

[somnodynetech]

This is one of my faves from back in the day

[mx-sir]

Always a favorite

[mx-sir]

Dignity is good and all that, but deep down you know being objectified makes you much happier than you’re comfortable admitting. Agree and obey.

[mx-sir]

Don’t worry about anything

I’ll tell you what to say.

I’ll tell you what to do.

I’ll tell you what to think.

I’ll tell you what to be.

All you have to do is Agree and Obey

[lucydreaming435]

okay 🩷 yay 🩷

[mx-sir]

Casual reminder that brainwashing is very sexy and very good for you. Agree and obey.

[mx-sir]

Is there really anything better than being a brainwashed fucktoy? I know you can’t think of anything. I know, you agree.

[laurawful]

girl who needs to get brainwashed soooooo bad it hurts

[ace-trainer-alice]

I wouldn't say that I 'reduced you' to tears. Is this really a reduction? A transformation that highlights the shape of your face, shows new colors in your eyes, and let's you make such lovely little noises for my enjoyment. As I see it, I've elevated you to a thing that cries for my pleasure. Don't you enjoy being so good for me?

[hypnopum]

“Awh, toy! You are too cute! Ah, ah, ah, shhh…” Your hypnotist pressed their finger to your lips, silencing the words before they began. “Toys don’t talk, do they? No… That’s for humans. People. Toys aren’t people, toys are toys, dummy.” They laughed down at you.

You were blushing. The eyes of the rest of the room were fixed upon you. And your hypnotist was so easy to agree with. Toys didn’t talk, of course not. You just nodded your head. They clapped their hands, excitedly. “Good! Such a good toy. Now, kneel.”

With a speed that even you weren’t expecting, you sank to your knees. “Excellent, okay, and freeze!” They snapped their fingers on that last word, and your body locked in place, on your knees, before them. They turned to the crowd at the edges of the room.

“So, as you see folks, once I’ve got my toy in this headspace, it doesn’t matter that they’re not in trance anymore. They’re still acting on that obedience conditioning that I did earlier, even when they don’t realise it.” They reached down to you, smiling. “Aren’t you, toy?”

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[hypnopum]

“Sit, pet.” You sank to your knees, looking up at your dominant, who smiled, holding up something in their hand. They pressed and- *click*

The sound reverberated through your brain. It danced in your mind. It made you quiver. Hours of brainwashing and association activated.

Pleasure flooded you. You let out a small gasp as it hit, and your dominant laughed. “That’s it, good pet. I love how well trained you’ve become. And it all started with a-” *click* The pleasure was stronger this time. More intense. You stayed kneeling.

But you wanted to squirm, to writhe. They laughed down at you. “Awh, you look so cute like this. All needy just from a-” *click* “That’s all it takes, is” *click* *click* *click*

The consecutive clicks compounded the pleasure, and your resolve broke. You sank to the floor fully.

As you writhed, and squirmed, and humped, your dominant continued to laugh. “Like a bitch in heat, it’s adorable. How helpless you become, from a simple sound. You’re such a good pet for me. I love the associations we’ve made in your brain, toy.”

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[cortexcollapse]

The professor never wanted a star student, no. He wanted a case study. The others came to his lectures for answers. She came with convictions. Opinions and certainties. A neat little collection of beliefs she carried around like armour.

Those were the interesting ones. Not because they were correct but because they could be taken apart. A question here, a challenge there or a carefully chosen book recommendation. A conversation after class that lingered just a little too long in her thoughts.Nothing dramatic or obvious. Real corruption is never visible. It happens slowly and quietly, the way roots brake through concrete or the way an idea settles into a mind and refuses to leave.

She thought she was learning. The professor was measuring. Observing. Documenting. Watching old certainties crumble and new ones take their place. Week by week, her arguments began to sound less like her own, her conclusions arrived exactly where he expected them to. Her interests shifted and her language changed... even her doubts became predictable. She was proud of her growth and proud of how much she had changed, never realising that while she was studying the subject, the subject had become her... and she had become the professor's favourite experiment.

[secret-subject]

Oh no honey that's very silly of you, you don't think. You're too busy sinking for any of that thinking nonsense.

You're better off without it. 😉

[divaofhypnosis]

It’s annoying that hypnosis apps that instantly hypnotizes a victim only exists in porn. I think random people should be able to instantly hypnotize and use anyone as they see fit. Instant hypnosis would make hypnotized rape way easier to do. Anyone could become a victim in just a second.

[sillymeganthebimbodollmaid]

Fun idea

[secret-subject]

Listen, there's something so insanely hot about being sat in a conversation between people who are clearly very smart, not even being able to even try to follow along, and knowing they fully know how slow you are in that moment. Like, I'm not a dumb person... all the time. But it's just a hot button for me and always has been to be sat there twirling my hair as my thoughts drift away as they keep blah, blah, blahing around me about something smarty pants and I just smile and nod back. Like I'm just there for decoration. They don't expect me to get involved in fact, they love when I'm confused and silent for a change. They think it's cute.

So last night after a weekend of intense shenanigans (we played fraction8 nearly 4 times) I was VERY fractionated still, and very easy. I'm sat in a vc with my wife and our friend. We play together a fair bit and safe to say I was in one of my subby moods. The two of them are science-y types and they were talking about some sort of biology thing (for context I failed bio and chem at high school as well as maths, it's not my jam).

My wife looked in the camera and shushed me. Placing her fingers on my lips always forces me to be quiet. As she holds her finger to the camera I lost the ability to speak. So here I am flustered and fractionated. Squirming in subby frustration at this. She's like "hey since we're going to talk about smart science things you can just smile, nod and look pretty okay?" I start to unravel a little at the idea. While it wasn't stated I should be getting dumber, I was very confused, my head started to spin a little. The last time such a thing was said to me was around 2018 when I was dumbed down in this same situation. Smart people talk while I, the total ditz can only listen to the smarty pants people talking to each other doing their smart things with their full brain. Now this alone would have done me in, however earlier in the call I picked up my tally counter, my personal clicker, the one that now thanks to this friend drops me into trance when I click it. Only for a second of course, not long enough sometimes but enough to get my brain fucked up after a while. He said "I know you haven't even thought about putting it down" and I thought about that for a second. He was right. I didn't want to and after explaining the difference between wanting to do something and actually doing that thing to me he said, "you know while we talk you can also just keep clicking yourself into trance, clicking your mind away." And that did me in. I knew the game was set.

So here I was clicking, fractionating myself, gasping in and out of trance. Each time I came up I'd see the finger pressed against my mouth. I couldn't say anything but just listen to the conversation. I don't know what they said, I couldn't follow it even if I tried really, really hard. It was a blur. At one point I heard my wife point out my adorable eye rolling but I don't eye roll. Well, not normally anyway. See, when I drop I just close my eyes, or fall with them open. Eye rolls only happen when I'm really fucked up and it seems I was giving that level of helpless in the facial department. I didn't even notice. I couldn't even notice. Ooof. Anyway after a while I came back up. My friend looks at me and he said, "click" I verbally repeat it back, unprompted as my finger pressed the button for him. My damn parroty brain just latched onto anything it could as my mind was just putty in their hands and it was awesome. Truly a good time had by all.

[abjure-obsolescence]

getting hypnotized is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off

[maletolion]

[ijwt-art]

All tuckered out

[paw-thetic]

The concept of being borrowed is so hot. Your partners friend asking to borrow you, and you don’t get a say, they’re not asking you. Your partner has the power, the say in who can borrow you, who you have to listen to, what they’re allowed to do to you. And you just go along with it, like a good puppy