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My fav kinds of content (expect a LOT of this all over my blog):
Hypnosis
Light bondage
Edging
Mild voyeurism
Teratophilia/monsterfucking
Breeding
Somnophlia
Overstimulation
Dumbification
Intox
Stuff I'm hesitant on, but potentially willing to try:
Pet play
Mild CNC
Spanking
Choking
Degradation
Roleplay
Threesomes
Anal
Hard nopes:
Watersports/scat
Hardcore CNC/rape
Kidnapping/abduction
Age play
Hardcore pain
Temperature play
Hucow
Might need to update this with stuff now and then, but this is basically me 😙 have fun
You’re lying across my lap, looking up at me with that expression I’ve come to recognize. The one that means you’re about to be annoying in a way I find incredibly attractive.
"What thing?"
"You know what thing." You tap your temple. "The brainwashing thing. Make me dumb again."
"I made you dumb three hours ago."
"And now I’m smart again and I hate it." You say this with genuine petulance, like intelligence is an inconvenience that’s been inflicted on you. "My thoughts are back. They’re loud. I don’t like them."
I run my fingers through your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp the way I know you like. You make a sound that’s almost a purr and push up into my hand.
"You need breaks. Recovery time. You can’t just be a dumb doll forever."
"I mean, I could. We could try it and see."
"That’s not how brains work. You need to come back up so you can go back down. Otherwise you build tolerance."
"That sounds fake."
"It’s not fake. It’s neurochemistry."
"Okay but what if I just don’t care about neurochemistry?" You shift in my lap, restless, your hand finding its way to my thigh. "What if I care about being a drooling mess on your cock? Me and your cock. We have chemistry."
"You’re being bratty. That’s why I know you’re not ready. You’re going through dumb withdrawals."
"I’m not bratty, I’m horny. When I’m bratty I want to annoy you. Right now I want you to turn my brain off and fuck me stupid. Totally different energy."
"The answer is still no."
You sit up slightly, turning to face me. "You don’t understand what it’s like. When you do that thing with your voice and tell me to sink and stop thinking, it’s like… you know when you’re really stressed and you get into a hot bath?"
"That’s more of a you thing."
"Whatever. It’s like that but for my entire brain. Everything goes quiet and far away. And then you fuck me and I don’t have to worry about whether I’m doing it right or making weird faces because I’m too stupid to worry. I just feel things. It’s the best."
"Yeah I get it. I’m the one doing it to you. I know what it turns you into."
"Then why won’t you do it again?"
"Because I’m trying to be responsible. Moderation is important, and I care about your mental health."
You groan and flop back into my lap. "My mental health would be better if you’d just fry my brain a little and rail me."
You’re squirming now, pressing your thighs together, and I can tell the conversation itself is turning you on. Talking about going dumb makes you want to go dumb. "Just a little? You don’t have to do a full session. Just take the edge off. Make me fuzzy. I’ll be so good."
"You’re always good when you’re fuzzy. The hard part is being good now"
"Right, so let’s do the easy part. I like easy. I’m advocating for easy."
I should say no. We did a long session this afternoon and you need time to integrate, to come back fully, to remember that you’re a person with thoughts and preferences and a life outside of this dynamic.
But you’re looking up at me with those eyes, and I can feel my resolve crumbling.
"A little," I say. "Just enough to take the edge off. Then you’re eating dinner and going to sleep like a normal person."
You’re already grinning, already settling back, letting your body go slack in anticipation. "Yes Sir. Whatever you say."
I start stroking your hair with more intention now. Slower. I watch your breathing change, watch you sink into the sensation before I’ve even said a word.
"You really can’t help yourself."
You shake your head, a small dreamy motion. "Don’t want to help myself. Want you to do everything."
"Close your eyes."
You do. Immediately. Like I’ve pressed a button. It’s almost too easy at this point.
"Deep breath. Let it out slow."
Your chest rises and falls. Tension drains from your shoulders. You’re already halfway there just from anticipation.
"You know what happens next. You’ve done this so many times your brain just does it automatically now. The moment I start talking like this, you start sinking."
A soft sound escapes you. Agreement. Surrender.
"That’s embarrassing, if you think about it. How easy you are. How quickly you just…" I snap my fingers. "Gone."
Your face goes slack. Your mouth falls open. I didn’t even have to try. You did all the work yourself, desperate to get back to that empty place.
"How do you feel?"
It takes you a moment to find words. They come out slow and slurred. "Good. Floaty. Dumb."
"Of course you do." I keep stroking your hair. "Open your eyes."
You do, and there’s nothing behind them. No anxiety, no self-consciousness. Just empty, eager devotion. You look like a different person when you’re like this. Happy in a way that your overthinking brain usually won’t allow.
I should stop here. I said just the edge off. I said I’d be responsible.
But you’re already reaching for my cock with clumsy hands, and I’m only human.
"Can I?" You’re fumbling with my zipper. "Want to be useful."
"I thought you wanted me to use you."
"Same thing." You get my cock free and stare at it with dazed appreciation. "Toys are used and useful. Want to be your toy."
You lower your mouth and take me in with no technique at all, just enthusiasm and wet heat and happy little sounds. You’re drooling because you’re too dumb to remember to swallow. It’s obscene. It’s also incredibly hot, which is annoying because it means you’re going to win this argument.
I gather your hair and hold it loosely. "You know you’re proving my point, right? I said moderation is important and now you’re slobbering on my cock like you’ll die without it."
You moan in what I think is agreement. Hard to tell with your mouth full.
"This is exactly why you need breaks. So you don’t turn into a permanently cock-drunk idiot."
Another moan. Your hips are rocking, grinding against the couch.
"You’re not even listening to me, are you?"
You shake your head slightly, still sucking. Of course you’re not. There’s nothing in there to listen with.
I pull you off by the hair. You whine at the loss, mouth still open, a string of spit connecting your lips to my cock.
"Tell me what you are."
The words come slow. "Your… dumb… doll."
"And what do dumb dolls do?"
"Whatever you tell them. Get used. Feel good..." A pause while you search for more. "Don’t think."
"At least you’ve got that right. Good dolly."
Your whole body shudders. You’re so simple right now. A few words of praise and you light up like it’s the greatest thing anyone’s ever said to you.
I pull you into my lap and position you over my cock. You sink down with a look of dumb gratitude that makes all my good intentions feel very far away.
You start to move, slow and clumsy, grinding more than riding because coordination is beyond you. Your head falls back. You’re making sounds that aren’t words, just pleasure noise.
"This is what you wanted? To be too stupid to fuck me properly?"
You nod, still moving. "Love it. Love being dumb."
"You’re ridiculous."
"Mm-hmm." You don’t disagree. You don’t care.
I grip your hips and take over, setting the rhythm you’re too fuzzy to maintain. You go limp and let me, become exactly what you said you wanted. A toy. A warm hole that moans when you use it right.
"You’re going to cum for me," I tell you. "Because that’s what dumb dolls do. They cum and say thank you and don’t think about anything else."
"Yes. Yes yes yes."
I fuck you harder and you fall apart, clenching around me. I follow a moment later, pulling you down, filling you while you twitch and babble.
Afterward you slump against my chest, still making small sounds, still floating.
"You’re going to be insufferable about this," I tell you. "You’re only going to want more and more."
You nod against my chest. "More is better."
"Don’t start arguing even when you’re dumb. I can’t handle that."
You snuggle closer. "Me dumb is better. Accept it."
there’s nothing funny about wanting to be fucked facedown ass up by someone who wants to fuck you until you’re an empty brain, slack body, and barely conscious being pounded into while you just take it take it take it and beg them not to stop. i’m not laughing. are you laughing? i’m yearning. kill me.
"Oh sweetie," Caryn cooed, watching Zelda's eyes slowly rotate inward to stare at the bridge of her own nose as the thick silicone cock slid home. "See what I mean about it happening easier every single time? You used to be so much better at thinking, but now all I have to do is push my big dick into your wet pussy and you get so stupid for me. Isn't that right, baby girl? Aren't you getting so dumb for Mistress now that you've got something nice and firm between your pretty pink pussy lips?" Zelda didn't answer, but her tongue began to loll out of her mouth in an expression of mindless vapidity and that was really its own kind of answer as far as Caryn was concerned.
So she just purred, "Of course you are, sweetie," and pushed Zelda's legs further apart with her hands so she could use the strap-on in long, deep strokes that filled Zelda's cunt again and again right up to the toy's molded silicone balls. "You're such a perfect brainless little slut now, you can't even think a single thought once my cock gets inside you. It just empties that silly head of yours and turns you into a perfect fucktoy for Mistress, and every time you get that much dumber that much faster. You don't even remember when you started letting the hypnosis win, do you?" Again the only response was that same cross-eyed stare and a trickle of drool down her cheek, but that was exactly what Caryn wanted. It was so much simpler programming her slave without any of that pesky mind in the way.
"And next time you're going to go blank and stupid for me even quicker," Caryn murmured, tiny huffs of exertion roughening her dulcet tones ever so slightly. "Even just seeing me wearing the harness, with that big fake cock jutting out, it starts to make your silly little brain all slow and stupid. You have so much trouble figuring out why you came over here, so much trouble understanding why you can't seem to stop yourself from taking your clothes off, and once I push that nice thick dick inside you it all just goes… poof!" She added a bit of extra force to the thrust as she spoke, and was gratified to hear Zelda give a mewling grunt of ecstasy. She was pretty sure the young woman spent her entire trance time cumming now, not that she could really get a lot of intelligent feedback on the topic.
There was no intelligence left in Zelda at all anymore, really, and when she finally emerged from her trance she'd have no memory of even submitting to hypnosis much less an ability to describe what happened to her. She had two states now, sweet and submissive co-ed who was eager to please the older neighbor she had a crush on and mindless ahegao fucktoy, and although Caryn enjoyed both of them she had to admit that nothing got her off more than putting on her strap-on harness and watching Zelda's mind coast to a stop. "You're my good little slut forever, aren't you, sweetie pie?" she asked, and she felt an electric rush of pleasure and power as she once again realized the only answer in Zelda's empty head right now was yes.
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“You thought you were going to be touching yourself?” Your hypnotist said, laughing at you. “Oh, silly toy. We don’t need your hands to make you feel good.” They leant forwards, eyes boring into yours. “No. All we need is my voice. Shh, my weak, sleepy plaything.”
As they ‘Shh’ed you, your mind began to grow hazy, and foggy. They pressed a finger to your lips. “Shh, and drop, and drift.” Your eyes rolled up, and then closed, slipping into trance. “Let my voice encircle you. Flooding your mind. Flooding your body.”
You felt it, as they said it. Their words entering you. “You don’t need to think. You just need to listen, you just need to drop. That’s it… And with every word I say, feel yourself becoming more turned on. More aroused. More desperate.” As they carried on speaking, you let out a gasp.
The arousal was sudden, but undeniable. A want for more. To touch, to be touched. “The flame of your lust being stoked more, and more intensely. Awh, are you a desperate needy toy? You are, aren’t you?” They nodded your head for you, with a single finger beneath your chin.
The agreement just turned you on more. “And now… feel that arousal converging, between your legs. Feel my voice, dancing down there, each word a movement of bliss. Like your pleasure is being drawn out of you. It feels so good, doesn’t it, toy?” Your lips parted. A desperate cry.
“Yes, that’s it, moan for me.” They said, laughing again. “You sound so good like that. Get lost in the sensation of ever-increasing pleasure. You don’t need physical stimulation, when my voice can make you feel like this… Sink deeper.” Your mind was rolling with the sensations.
Every word they said felt like a pulse of pleasure, washing from your extremities to your core. “More turned on. Closer to the edge. Oh, that’s it. You want to cum, don’t you? Maybe I’ll let you. Maybe. It’s up to me. My voice has all the power here, doesn’t it?”
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"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, p-pillows are nice…." The last word devolved into a slurred and sleepy hiss as Natalie returned her attention to the spiral, barely even noticing anymore that her hips were relentlessly grinding against Zoe's other pillow--or that there was nothing but a pair of thin black panties between her and the comforting cushion, for that matter. She was too fascinated by the perfect hypnotic spiral Zoe had created for her, conjuring it into existence with nothing but words and Natalie's own imagination, and the best thing about it was that it existed inside her mind so she could still see it with her eyes tight shut. A dreamy smile suffused her flushed features, and she found herself wondering how much deeper she could sink with such a perfectly mesmerizing image to guide her.
She vaguely heard a voice mumble, "uh huh, just so good to be a slut," but the words didn't really seem to connect to anything. Natalie had long ago stopped consciously listening to anything Zoe was saying, letting it flow past her distracted brain and all the way down to the very deepest levels of her identity while she stared at the spiral behind her eyes and let it carry her along into peace and pleasure, but it wasn't Zoe's voice speaking in a sleepy monotone while Natalie humped the other woman's pillow and rubbed her stiff pink nipples against the fabric of Zoe's bedspread. It sounded more like Natalie herself, but of course that was impossible because speaking required thinking and Natalie wasn't really thinking at all anymore.
"y-yes, a lesbian slut," she heard herself whimper, and gradually something like understanding came to her--Natalie was too deep in the spiral to think, but that didn't matter when she had Zoe to give her newer, better thoughts to fill her empty head while she humped Zoe's pillow like a bitch in heat. She could just repeat those thoughts back to Zoe, making them hers through the act of mindless recitation, and then she could enjoy the pleasure of being blank and going deeper while still carrying on the conversation with her study partner that she'd accidentally let drop in her fascination with her own bespoke hypno-spiral. It all made such perfect sense that Natalie couldn't help cumming when she finally understood it all, but the best part of being this deep and horny was that there was always another climax on the way.
"yuhhh… your lesbian slut, yesssss…." It was getting difficult to speak, what with the constant orgasms and the mind-blanking spiral and Natalie's helpless descent into mush-brained obedience, but Natalie tried her best to repeat the words and thoughts she was given. She wanted to show Zoe she understood, to demonstrate that every single word and phrase that was being filtered through her captivated subconscious was becoming inextricably linked to her very identity, because it just felt better and better to become more and more brainwashed and Natalie just knew she was grinding a wet spot into the other woman's pillow with her arousal over being so thoroughly conditioned like this. The soft, comfy cushion was going to smell like cunt for days… and Natalie's sleepy smile widened at the notion of resting her head on it that night and getting breath after breath of her own pussy wafted into her lungs while she slept next to her new owner.
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I--oh, oh, oh my god, I… umm… I, I don't know what you're--tuhhh! Talk, talking, talking about, uhm, Amber….
"Oh come on, don't fucking lie to me, I--I can see your pussy leaking through your leggings. You… you wear a Whisper too."
It's, I--n-no, no I don't, I just… ummm, I… o, only sluts w-wear those. I, I'm n-not, not--nnnnhhhh!
"You fucking liar. You have a Whisper in your cunt right now and it got…. unnnnhhhhh… it got hacked, just like mine did. S-someone's playing with your pussy right now and ohhh fuckkkk, it's so hard to think…."
I--okay, maybe. Once in a while. But I, unnnhh, I unnnh, I'm not d-dumb and hhhhhhorny, horny, um… um….
"We gotta take it out, Lyns. We gotta take it out before it, uhm, before it melts our brains to, to mush and we… and we…."
Yeah. No, yeah, you're right. Just reach in like I'm doing, just reach in and… ohhhhh. Ohhh fuck, feels so fucking good….
"Uh huh. Fuck… every time I start to pull it out I wanna push it right back in. It… this… this was a trap…."
Whuh? Oh. Uhm. Yeah. Right. W-wait, this… this connects to our phone, right? That's how it works, right? We should check the app and see who's… who's doing… this….
"Oh. Yes. There's… there's a message… waiting? Looks like a… a link…."
Wait, no, don't click it--ohhhh. oh yes. such a pretty spiral. we should… uhm… we should watch it for a while. just to see what it does.
"yes. good idea. good girl. we're… good… girls…."
yesssss….
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"Ohhhhh…." Josie stared down with rapt fascination at her own rubbing fingers, her eyes dull and glassy and her lips parted in an expression of vacant bliss as she sank deeper into trance. It looked like she'd entirely forgotten Tara's presence in the room; she was simply so captivated by the pleasure her body was capable of without a mind to get in the way that she no longer listened to the other woman's low, soothing tones on anything more than a purely subconscious level. She just wanted to play with her slick, messy cunt and experience the overwhelming bliss it gave her, and that gave Tara all the time in the world to reshape the pretty redhead's newly malleable mind.
Josie occasionally managed something close to a word, like when she mumbled, "oh, wowww," but her speech was made slurred and sleepy by the slackness of her jaw and she never managed to string together anything approaching a coherent thought. She just sat there, her fingertips gradually wrinkling as her pussy leaked onto them, and the only real sign she heard Tara at all was when the blonde woman told her to play with her tits and Josie's free hand drifted up to squeeze and pinch her nipple like she was moving underwater. If she had even the slightest awareness of how little of her clothing was left on her body by this point, it wasn't readily apparent. She simply rubbed herself dumber and deeper while Tara smoothly, relentlessly programmed her.
The first step was obvious--Tara linked the pleasure blossoming in Josie's slick and swollen clit to deep trance, suggesting that any time she returned to this state it would feel just as good and make her just as happy. Another suggestion fed into the shy, prudish young woman's embarrassment about sex and sexuality, easily and effortlessly convincing her that she didn't need to feel any guilt or shame if she simply tucked the memory of being hypnotized into a vault inside her mind that only Tara had the key to. Josie nodded absently and muttered, "uh, uh huh," the words already forgotten on a conscious level but thoroughly internalized by her subconscious self, and just like that Tara had a backdoor into her friend's mind she could use to return her to mindless obedience whenever she wanted.
Tara continued by talking Josie through her first climax, and it was so delightful to hear the prim and proper sophomore who blushed even to hear profanity moaning out, "ohhh, ffffuuuckkkk," as she came all over her fingers. Tara was careful to link the pleasure to the notion of women and women's bodies, tangling up Josie's subconscious so that her dawning sexuality would forever link cunts with arousal, and it gratified her to no end when she told Josie to lick her messy digits clear and the hypnotized woman plunged them in and out of her drooling mouth with every sign of enjoyment. Tara knew her friend's brain was releasing a flood of post-coital hormones, all of which combined to make her even more suggestible than trance alone.
She didn't make Josie reciprocate that day, instead allowing the mesmerized woman to alternate between slow, sensual masturbation and sucking the musk from her fingers so that Josie could readily associate the taste of cunt with unbelievable pleasure. Tara was a patient woman, after all, and she knew that a slow, certain conditioning stood the best chance of success. But she did record one of Tara's more demonstrative orgasms… and Tara already knew, even before she helped her friend dress and woke her back up with instructions to elide the missing time, that she'd be masturbating to it herself by the end of the night.
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