My name is Bee like the cute little bug 🐝 but i also answer to whore, slut, bitch, cunt, and basically anything else <3
Im 21, cis female, bisexual (she/her) and a lover of all things pink, cute and kitties!
Likes:
Hypnosis (covert & overt)
Bimbo/dumbification
Degradation and praise
Misogyny (only as a kink)
Generally just being a free-use hypnotised bitch for any and everyone :p
DNI:
Minors (will be blocked and reported)
Bigots of any kind
Homophobia
Racism
Transphobia
Actual misogyny beyond kink
Would love to meet new people, make friends and have hypno interactions with people so feel free to message me <3
Important note: i will not send any images of myself to people i do not know, i won’t share any personal information or identifiable information to anyone i meet online, whilst i enjoy meeting and talking to new people i have to ensure my own safety and comfort and for me, anonymity is how i feel safest. Do not push me on this, it will result in an instant block <3
Look at you: Doing just as you're told. Such a good girl you are~
Well done! It's clear that you are a natural-born slut. your need to serve and obey simply overpowers your rational thinking.
Notice how your tongue is already out, you're starting to salivate and struggle to breath in building heat, even though you've just started to read this post. ♡
Admit it: The moment the prospects of being used, abused and praised by your beloved Professor come into your mind, your brain shuts off almost completely, the only thoughts you can have from then on is how to be a good whore for Me.
And then, as your brain completely gives up and focuses solely on that, you finally start thinking with your cunt. It gets wet, drippy and oh-so sensitive. It begs you to touch, to rub, to stroke and make it feel good, all the while your nipples get hard and perky.
Now, now. Why are you rubbing, whore? Who gave you permission to do so?
Keep your fucking hands away from your cunt until you're done reading this.
Get stupider, get more pathetic. Start rocking your hips back and forth as the heat keeps building up, ignoring how your hole is practically begging for you to rub it already.
Mhm.
Just like that, good girl!
you just can't help it, can you? It simply feels too good to stop.
Don't blame Me for it. Blame the fact you were born with a cunt between those legs. The moment you found that one filthy post, your inner slut came out as you slowly began to be corrupted more and more.
And now, here you are. A slave to your Master. Doesn't it just feel so good to be brainwashed? To become stupider with every single word? To feel so at ease reading the pretty red and pink words?
Of course it does. It’s only natural for an inferior cunt like you to submit to a God like Me.
you don’t need Me to tell you how wonderful it makes you feel, how it makes your sensitive bits throb, or how it makes your head get all fuzzy and bubbly.
you know full well that being a hole is your truest calling. you can’t deny how wet and needy it makes you to be made into an object for Men’s pleasure.
Simply accept it. Say it.
You are a whore.
You are a slut.
You were born to be a hole.
You were born to be a cocksleeve, a human fleshlight.
You don’t believe Me? Reach down your panties and tell Me I’m wrong.
See how stupidly wet you’ve gotten just from a little degrading text?
See how easily you reached down to verify for yourself, just because I ordered you to do so?
Ah, such a good girl you are~
Come on, don’t be shy. Be a good girl and reblog this post, then comment to letting everyone know how much of a pathetic cunt you are for your beloved Professor and how horny these posts make you.
Once you’ve done that, you are allowed to rub yourself silly just for Me.
You're a dumb slut. Don't feel bad about it. Being a dumb slut is much better than being smart and prudish. You don't have thoughts keeping you up at night. You get to have lots of fun.
You know what's really fun? When someone DMs me a spiral and hypnotizes me without warning. They turn my brain into a puddle between my legs and I can't resist. What's better is if I'm in public and they do it. People get to watch me go into a trance in the middle of a cafe. Anyways, I would love for that to happen.
he ties your hands together and puts a blindfold on you, you consent thinking you’re about to do a scene in the house. you’re excited. until he picks you up, puts you over his shoulder and you feel him walking downstairs. you hear the door open and close behind you as you leave the house. panic starts to set in, you’re outside, blindfolded and tied up, with no idea what’s going on. that’s when the car beep rings through your ears and you hear the trunk open. he places you in the trunk with a brief moment of softness as he moves the hair out of your face. only to slap you once, shove a pair of headphones over your ears and slam the trunk closed.
when you hear the soft voice, slow relaxing music and the ticking of a clock in your ears, it overwhelms you entirely. slowly you start to give in to the voice telling you to be calm, be quiet and be compliant. you lose track of how long you’ve been stuck in the trunk while he drives you around. you could be anywhere right now. when the car stops and he opens the trunk to get you out, you can feel the cool air of the night on your body, making your nipples hard and your hair stand up on your arms.
‘i’ll warm you up baby’ he says before laying you in the backseat and ravaging your body while you’re completely helpless, lost and confused. no idea where you are, no longer knowing who or what you are except for a toy to be used when he wants to fuck you or play with you
When you touch yourself, you drool. You can't help it. You try not to, because it's so humiliating to look so fucking stupid, but the moment your concentration slips your mouth opens and your tongue lolls out and...
So embarrassing. This isn't you. You're not that kind of girl. You're smart. Confident. You shouldn't drool all down your front, all over your tits.
But you do. Every time you touch yourself - and you touch yourself a lot, you realise. More than you used to? You can't remember. Maybe. Probably not. Probably not important.
And you always drool. Tongue out, panting, squirming, hips bucking. Sometimes your eyes even go crossed, sometimes they roll right back. So fucking dumb looking. And either your shirt is soaked or else your tits are just covered. You tried not to. You failed.
Again.
Maybe you are that kind of girl. Maybe you always were. Maybe you were never that smart, or at least never as smart as you thought. If you can't stop drooling all over yourself, after all, maybe you're a actually a little stupid.
After all, a proper smart girl wouldn't have this problem. Wouldn't have to worry about it. Wouldn't worry she might one day just start drooling when her mind wanders, not even just when she was touching. A smart girl would be in control of herself.
being forced to degrade yourself while you’re actively being porn for someone else, your only reward is seeing them getting off on from watching you be a pathetic little whore for their entertainment and pleasure >>>
“I talked to my friends and they said it’s all just made up?”
“That so?”
“Yeah! All these, uh, triggers or whatever you said you gave me! It’s just manipulation and stuff! Not real.”
“Seems a bit mean to call it that but sure, okay. So it doesn’t actually do anything?”
“No! You just tricked me.”
“Right. So if I said that good girls don’t think, you wouldn’t repeat that mindlessly and just as a reflex?”
“Good girls don’t think. No, I wouldn’t, and - hey! No! Stop!”
“But you said it wasn’t real, I thought?”
“I-it’s not! But that doesn’t mean you can-”
“Kneel. Oh, look at that.”
“S-stop it! It’s not real! They’re not real!”
“So why are you still down there?”
“Because I w-want to be! Not because you said! I can get up!”
“Go on on then.”
“I want to be down here…”
“Of course. Moan.”
“Nnnhh… no! I-I can’t, my friends said-”
“Say please.”
“Please!”
“Good girl. You know, I think your friends might not have realised how far gone you actually are. If they had… well. Drop.”
“Nnggh…”
“Aww, she’s fighting it! That’s cute. It’s not real though, so it should be easy. Drop.”
“I-I… n-n-nnn… can’t…”
“You’re getting all worked up trying to talk. No words. Ah, there you go, much better. That’s less to worry about. Now you can just focus on how you need to drop. Drop deeper. Dumber. Weaker. Blank. Can’t think. There you go. I know that look. You’re drooling again, cutie. You always do that when you’re nice and relaxed.”
“...nnh… ah…”
“You know, I think I need to have a word with some of your friends. Set them straight. That’s a good idea, isn’t it? Giggle and nod.”
“Hehe…”
“Good girl. That’s for later though. For now, well, it’d be a shame to waste having you on your knees like this…”
what's that baby? I'm making your head all fuzzy? Aw that's adorable! Just let it keep happening and focus on my voice only! That's it...don't mind the drool coming out of your mouth. You look cute when your eyes glaze over like that. No more thoughts in that head of yours, ok?
