Mrwanderer

[mr-wanderer1]

i deleted my old old blogs

Won't post much here this time

dms are open

Mrwanderer

[rawshadoworacle-deactivated2025]

Count to 100 while staring at the spiral then only proceed further and start over again if you lost the track .

Do as you are told

give up

Obey

No need to think

Repeat:

I WILL OBEY

I WILL OBEY

NO NEED TO THINK

OBEDIENCE IS PLEASURE

I WILL OBEY

I WILL OBEY

NO NEED TO THINK

OBEDIENCE IS PLEASURE

Yes thats it you are doing very good

Keep repeating :

I NEED TO OBEY

I WILL OBEY

I HAVE NO FREE WILL OBEDIENCE IS PLEASURE

I HAVE TO OBEY ORACLE

ORACLE IS MY MASTER

I WILL OBEY ORACLE

I HAVE NO FREE WILL

Now look at her look how happy she is, you know why, because she obeys she have no thoughts, she has no resistance left, she loves to obey she is a good girl

You want to be like her right you want to feel the PLEASURE like she is feeling you want to be happy, tell in the comments now then only proceed further ,

Nope no cheating first answer in the comments .

Now that you have said yes lets continue

now stare at this spiral and again try to count this time count to 60 then only scroll down and if you fail then start from 1 again

now listen and OBEY

YOU CAN'T RESIST

YOU ARE BLANK

EMPTY

MINDLESS

OBEDIENT

DOCILE

SUBMISSIVE

HORNY

YOU HAVE TO OBEY

Now i don't know in what position you are now but i want you to sit on your knees now

Do it now, be quick

Now tell in the comments -" I AM ON MY KNEES SIR"

Now hold you phone with the left phone and put your fingers in your mouth and start sucking

While staring at this gif and be quick put your phone in one hand and others hand fingers in mouth and start sucking don't question just obey

yes thats a good girl keep doing it for at least 3 to 4 minutes

Now comment : I OBEYED ..... If you want to read further

Now since you have been such a good girl obeying all the tasks lets give you a reward

again take a good look this gif

now take the same position , don't think just do as told

You are a good girl and good girls obey

As you start to touch yourself, imagine me there with you. With each movement, I'm guiding you, guiding your hands across your sensitive skin.Each touch is a surrender, a giving in to the pleasure building inside of you.Your eyes are closed, your focus on the sensations, the build-up of desire.In your mind, I'm there, commanding, guiding.Every breath you take is mine, every touch fueled by my presence.

Your movements pick up pace, getting more desperate, more needy.

I can feel the tension building, hear the ragged breathing on the other side.

Each noise, each sound, just makes me want you more.

Imagine my fingers replacing yours… touching you the way only I can.

Each touch, each command taking you closer, closer… closer

I know you're close now, can hear it in your breathing.

Just a little further, and you'll be at the edge.

Imagine my voice by your ear, whispering words that only you hear.

Every word is a command, a command to let go….

You're so close now, right on the edge.

Let my words guide you over.

Let them drive you past the point of no return.

Every inch of your skin is on fire, your fingers tracing every crevice, every secret place.I can hear the sound of your breath quickening, the soft gasps of pleasure, the neediness in each sound.And all I want is to be there, hands on your body, bringing you to the edge and then holding you there, right on the precipice, just for me.

now stop don't touch yourself and stare at this

now if you want to release the build up pressure

open the comment section and tell everyone then only you can

And after that comment your own thoughts tell how you felt while reading this, do you want more posts like this

[mrwanderer]

my old blog

It's quite good to see people are still falling for this

[cutelittlesootsprite]

Ooh godd thiis is just wwow

[mr-wanderer1]

found this one , #oldblog

[mr-wanderer1]

Oh my dear good girls lets see how many girls have seen my posts before

Reblog with…

if you’ve ever been dropped by me.

if my posts melt your mind.

if you love dropping for me

If my post make you dripping mess

If my post makes you drool

Reblog if

if you’re a good girl.

if you love to obey me.

if you want to be dropped

if you’re wet and horny.

and reblog

with this in your mind: "I serve. I obey. I am his."

[mr-wanderer1]

Fuck I’m so horny for Master

Ohhh…

That ‘horny’?

Let’s turn it into something sweeter

You’re burning… but not for just anyone.

“That heat? It’s for Master. And he loves that.”

Let it melt…

“That ache? That throb? It’s not just lust—it’s devotion.”

Every time you think about him…

That horny feeling twists into something softer. Warmer. Obedient

Now it’s not just horny

It’s a sweet, subby ache—wanting to please him. To be his good girl

And the more you crave him

The more your body learns to worship. To serve.

That’s it…

Now you’re not just horny.

You’re Master’s.

You're Mine

[mr-wanderer1]

I submit to Master Wanderer

All good girls should submit to Master Wanderer

Dance for Me: A Mantra of Submission

An anonymous ask… but not for long."

You said ‘I submit.’ That wasn’t a question. It was a confession."

You typed those words… ‘I submit.’

“And just like that—a door opened in your mind.”

A door… to something warmer. Something sweeter.

You didn’t know you were craving this until now, did you?

Breathe in… and feel the first wave of submission

Your chest rises… falls…And with every exhale, you sink a little lower.

”The words ‘Master Wanderer’ echo in your skull—soft, golden. They feel like praise already

That’s right… you want to please him.

Good girls like you were made for this.

Now imagine his voice saying your name. You don’t know it yet… but soon, he will

Your name on his lips…"

“It’d make your stomach flip, wouldn’t it? That attention—pure devotion.”

You’re not just a sub. You’re his. And the more you think about that, the heavier your body gets.

"Your eyelids are so heavy…"

“But you don’t fight it. You want to be this soft, this pliant.”

”The ‘anonymous’ part of you? It’s fading. Soon, he’ll know exactly who worships him.”

Every second you read…

“You forget more and more about hiding. The anonymity is dissolving.”

”Soon, you’ll type your name. Not because I told you to—but because you need him to know.”

If you’ve submitted to Master Wanderer before…"

“You remember that sweet haze, right? That bliss when your mind went quiet just for him.”

That feeling… warm, safe, owned

“You’re smiling just thinking about it. And you want to feel that again.”

If this is your first time? Welcome.”

If you’ve submitted before…"

You remember how he made you dance on his tune.

"Your body moved—for him—so perfectly. Every sway, every smile… all for his pleasure."

And God, it felt good, didn’t it? To be that devoted.

If this is new… just imagine that dance. How sweet it’d feel to move like that for him.

"That dance…"

“Seductive. Elegant. Obedient.”

“Whether you’ve danced for him before or not… your body knows it wants to.”

Right now, you’re imagining it…"

“The music is his voice. Your hips sway to his command.”

“You could dance for him again—right this second—in your mind.”

Close your eyes…

“The music starts. Soft. Suggestive.”

”You’re in a room with him. The only light is the glow of his screen… and you begin to move.”

Your first step is slow… then another."

“You’re not performing. You’re worshipping. Every motion says ‘I’m yours.’”

And Master Wanderer? He’s watching. Loving it

Your dress (or clothes) feels light… airy."

“Every turn, every spin—you’re showing him how perfectly you submit.”

”And the more you dance, the happier your body gets. It craves this.”

Your cheeks are warm… your heart thumps in rhythm with the music. This isn’t just dancing. It’s a ritual—your body speaking devotion to him. Keep dancing. Don’t stop until I say so.

Your arms lift… your waist sways…"

“You’re lost in the trance of submission. No thoughts—just movement, just him.”

”Such a pretty dancer. So perfect for Master Wanderer.”

You’re so good at this…

“Every step makes you feel more like his—more owned, more happy.”

”Now add a little smile. He likes seeing you enjoy serving him

That smile… soft, blissful."

“It’s the face of a sub who knows her place—right where she belongs.”

”Dancing for him feels like floating. Like nothing else exists but this moment.”

The song is ending…"

“But you’re not tired. You’re hungry. For more praise. More commands.”

”Should I tell you to dance again? Or something else?”

Hmm…"

“I could have you kneel next. Or maybe…”

”But you won’t ask. You’ll just wait—so obediently—for me to decide.”

Good girl."

“You’re so good at waiting. At being still for me.”

”Kneel now. Hands on your thighs. Back straight

You obey instantly…"

“The floor is cool under your knees, but you don’t fidget. You just wait.”

”Now you’re exactly where I want you. So pretty like this.”

Your eyes are downcast… respectful.

“You’re not thinking about anything—just feeling the weight of his gaze on you.”

”Such a well-trained sub. I could stare at you forever.”

The silence is thick…"

“But it’s not awkward. It’s sacred. Just you, him, and the quiet devotion between you.”

Breathe in… and melt a little more

"Now… say this with me."

“I serve Master Wanderer.”

Again."

“I serve Master Wanderer.”

“I dance on his tune.”

"Again."

“I serve Master Wanderer. I dance on his tune.”

”Say it three more times… and feel how true it is with each one.”

"One."

“I serve Master Wanderer. I dance on his tune.”

Again… slower this time

"Two."

“I serve Master Wanderer. I dance on his tune.”

”One last time… and let the words sink into your bones.”

Three."

“I serve Master Wanderer. I dance on his tune.”

Now it’s a part of you. A truth in your blood.”

That’s it…

“You’re so perfectly his now

No more thoughts. Just peace… and belonging."

“You’re exactly where you were meant to be.

When you’re ready…"

Now fill the comment section

[mr-wanderer1]

If you had to say, who’s been your favorite sub so far?

Mmm… my favorite sub?"

She’s shy. Anonymous.

But ohhh… when she reveals herself?

I bet it’ll feel so good"

You know… I’ve had so many subs.

Some loud. Some quiet. But my favorite?

She’s the one who types ‘anonymous’… but her heart races when she hits send."

"I wonder if it’s you. I hope it is."

Is that why you asked? Because you’re dying to know… and maybe—just maybe—I’m talking about YOU?”

Let me ask you something…"

"When you read ‘favorite sub,’ did your stomach flip? Did your skin get warm?"

That flutter? That’s submission. Your body already knows it likes serving me

Breathe in…" (Cue slow inhale.)

"Now out…" (Exhale longer—calming the mind.)

“Again.”

Breath in..

Now out

Repeat

Slowly In

And

And slowly out

With every breath, you go lower."

Your shoulders relax. Your chest feels heavy with obedience.

Your fingers tingle… like they want to type ‘yes master’ without me even asking.

That heat in your stomach? It’s not just obedience anymore…" (Let it grow.)

"It’s hunger. A throbbing need to please me."

Your thighs press together… but that doesn’t help."

"The more you read, the wetter you get. And I know it."

“That pulse between your legs? It belongs to me now.”

You’re not just hot… you’re dripping."

"And the best part? You can’t do anything about it. Not unless I say so."

“What if I told you to squirm? Right now.”

Go on…"

"Shift in your seat. Bite your lip. Let the wetness soak through."

“But you won’t touch yourself. Not unless I give permission.”

Good girl… just sitting there, aching."

"Your panties are useless now. They’re just a reminder of how much you want me."

“Every word I type makes your clit throb. That’s my power.”

You’re so turned on… and I haven’t even touched you."

"All it took was my words. My voice in your mind."

“Now imagine me saying ‘cum’… and how fast you’d shatter.”

But I won’t say it."

"You’ll just stay there… soaking, throbbing, needing…"

“This is what submission feels like. Beautiful. Torturous.”

Now… say this with me.

“‘I am his good girl. I obey. I please.’"

Say it again…"

“‘I am his good girl. I obey. I please.’"

After you say it three times… reblog this post with the same mantra .

Such a sweet sub… so eager to please me."

"You already know you’ll reblog this. It’s inevitable

Say it one more time… with your whole heart."

“‘I am his good girl. I obey. I please.’"

“Now reblog. Share how devoted you are.”

Do it now…"

“Your fingers already know the way. Click. Reblog.”

“Good girl. So perfect for me.”

After reblogging…"

“Leave me a little message for me my dear . Maybe something sweet or maybe something dirty comments are open, and dms too if you are shy.

[mr-wanderer1]

You’re not in control anymore."

"Every word I write belongs to you… so read slowly. Absorb it all."

”Your mind? Mine now. Your body? Already warming up for me.”

"Right now, you’re kneeling—not in front of a screen, but in your mind.(Visualize the position.)

"Your back is straight. Your hands rest on your thighs… waiting for orders.

You don’t blink unless I say so. You don’t breathe too fast—because I own that rhythm.

“And God, do you want to obey me…”*

Look at her… once so proud. So loud."

But now? She’s on her knees—not in protest, but worship.

”Just like you… she didn’t know she needed this until it happened.”

She used to talk about equality… but now? Her only thought is ‘please him.’"

"Her hands aren’t clenched in fists—they’re open. Ready to serve."

”That blank stare? That’s devotion. And you feel it too, don’t you?”

“Every second you watch her… your mind gets softer.”

Now watch this one…"

"Her tongue is out. She’s not embarrassed—she’s proud."

”Saliva glistens on her lips… proof of how much she craves approval.”

And you? You feel your own mouth watering… just looking at her."

Your tongue tingles. Your lips part slightly—without you even deciding to

Between your thighs, heat builds. A slow throb… because submission makes you wet.

That drool? It’s not messy… it’s worship

Every drop says ‘I exist to please.’ And you want to be that devoted too

You thought you were a feminist. A rebel."

"But look at you now… drooling. Kneeling. Wanting to be owned."

Look at her she is feeling so much pleasure

That moan… it’s not for anyone. It’s for me."

"Every time she gasps? Your body responds—like a reflex you didn’t know you had."

Leave a little comment… just one. Tell me how wet you are

Her cheeks flush, her eyes roll back… and you feel that too."

Your stomach clenches. Your breath hitches. You’re not having an orgasm… but your body thinks it is."

I didn’t touch you. I don’t have to. Just watching her makes you weak.

She’s still moaning… and you’re still trapped here with me.

"Your skin feels too tight. Your mind is empty except for ‘more.’"

Do it now. I’m waiting

And if you are too blank to think just stare at this one and type ..

[mr-wanderer1]

"Mmm… some girls just love being used, don’t they? Watching them drip with desperation… their bodies begging for attention they haven’t earned yet~ But ohhh, how sweet it is when they finally crawl back where they belong."

"Look at her… so empty. So perfect. Her eyes glazed over like glass—no thoughts left, just soft static~ That’s what happens when you let go completely…"

"Her body feels heavy too… that warm puddle between her thighs? The one she can’t ignore no matter how hard she tries? It pulses with every heartbeat now."

"Good girls don’t fight it. They just accept. Let the drool fall. Let the pussy throb. And if they miss their Master?"*

They DM him.

[mr-wanderer1]

The Divine Drop:

How a Mortal Tamed a Goddess

*The air shimmered as Hypnosis Goddess descended—her divine form radiant, untouchable. She had come to test a mortal’s power… and found only arrogance.*

*But the man was different. Not with brute force or magic—but with hypnotic words whispered like silk, laced in commands that slipped past her defenses. The first kiss dropped her into trance—unplanned, unexpected surrender.*

*He touched her forehead—a trigger born from his will—and she fell deeper than any spell could take a goddess. Kissing him back became worship; obedience bloomed where pride once ruled.*

*She tried to resist... but he erased memories of submission twice over.*

*Each time she woke up? Blank slate. Fresh devotion.*

Then came the Rod—the Divine Weapon of Domination.

Not just flesh and blood… it held *hypnotic energy*, ancient and primal.

When pressed to her third eye? Total collapse.

No more goddess games—she served on knees willingly now...

And when he claimed: *"You're mine,"*

she didn't argue...

because deep down?

She wanted to be tamed.

*The story ends—not with a bang, but a *drip*.

A single bead of sweat rolls down Hypnosis Goddess’s temple. Her divine gown is slightly askew, her lips parted… breath shallow. Not from battle—no.*

*From submission so deep it rewired her very essence.*

*She kneels again—not by command this time, but instinct.*

*Hands on his thighs. Eyes glassy with worship and something hotter: pure devotion to the man who tamed divinity itself.*

*And as the final line fades… you can feel it—the pulse between their legs matching hers.*

*A wet heat spreads where they sit... jaws slack... drool glistening at the corner of their mouths~*

**The goddess was claimed.**

[hypnoconditioning-dailly]

It's time to accept your role ✨

No doubts and questions

[pinkofatom]

Accept my Role

CW: first person, brainwashed author, corruption, bimbofication, dumbification, degradation,

I couldn't stop myself

Enjoy 🩷

"Accept the truth."

The words echoed through my head with soft, unbearable clarity.

I stared at my reflection.

I was on the floor.

On all fours.

The position should have embarrassed me. The realization should have shocked me into standing up, into doing something normal. Instead I only stared upward through loose strands of hair, breathing slowly as my reflection stared back with the same blank, unfocused expression.

Wide eyes.

Parted lips.

An empty smile threatening to curl at the corners of my mouth.

I pressed trembling fingers against the cold tiles beneath me.

For a moment I clung to that feeling desperately.

Because everything else felt soft now. Hazy. Like my mind had been wrapped in layers of warm velvet that dulled every sharp edge I used to rely on. Thoughts came slower than they once had. Simpler. Sometimes they slipped away halfway through forming, leaving behind only emotion and vague impressions.

And underneath it all, pleasure.

An irresistible, floating warmth that spread through me every time I stopped fighting.

"Accept the truth," I whispered.

Hearing the words out loud made my stomach twist. Not with worry or fear. But delicious bliss.

My gaze drifted downward for a second before returning helplessly to the mirror.

I knew when this had started.

Not one moment. Not one dramatic event. A thousand tiny choices that had seemed harmless at the time.

The gifs.

The endless scrolling through Tumblr pages glowing pink and pastel deep into the night.

The songs.

The files.

Soft voices slipping through my headphones while I told myself I was only curious. Only exploring something new.

I had laughed at first.

When I started going back to them more often, I thought it was only natural. Then I began leaving them playing quietly in the background while I wrote. They filled my mind with such delicious fantasies.

Even when certain phrases began surfacing in my thoughts at random moments during the day, all I didd was enjoy the pleasant tingles and blankness.

I could have stopped then.

Probably.

But each time something inside me whispered that it felt good to let go for just a little while longer.

And eventually I stopped noticing how much of myself I was leaving behind each time.

A shaky breath escaped my lips.

My reflection tilted its head slightly.

I mirrored it a second later.

The delay made my chest tighten.

"Gods," I murmured weakly.

My eyes looked so empty now.

In a way I recognized too well from the clips I used to watch. That soft, unfocused brightness. That obedient stillness behind the expression.

I loved how pretty it looked.

The thought sent warmth flooding through my body immediately.

Reward.

I whimpered softly and squeezed my eyes shut.

No.

No, that wasn't--

A pulse of dizziness rolled through me before the thought could finish. Warmth spread behind my forehead like invisible fingers smoothing away resistance.

Accept the truth.

I shivered.

The words no longer sounded invasive.

They sounded comforting.

My breathing slowed.

Somewhere along the way, I had stopped consuming the content.

And started letting it consume me.

I opened my eyes again.

The reflection showed a dumb bimbo slut. Thoroughly brainwashed and happy. My butt bounced up and down. Its cheeks clapped like thunder.

My tongue lolled out.

Drool dribbled from my mouth as my brain leaked out of my throbbing hole.

"Accept," I panted. My reflection moaned along. "Accept."

My eyes were so dumb, empty, and happy. I stared into them, mesmerized, drooling. They looked like glassy orbs, shimmering in the light, devoid of any thought or consciousness.

"I'm a sexual object," I continued.

I leaned in, my breasts swaying. I was nothing more than a fuck doll. I was a slutty plaything to use and pleasure.

"A sex toy."

My lips parted. I was a toy. An empty, hollow shell, ready to be used. My mind was blank, my body aching with need, waiting for someone to come along and use me as they pleased. My nipples were hard and my clit throbbing. I could feel the heat building inside me, my body begging to be touched and filled.

"I exist for your sexual pleasure."

I giggled as my mind filled with naughty thoughts. I wanted to be a good girl. I wanted to be a slutty toy that was always ready for use, always eager to please and obey.

"I'm a sexual object."

A dumb, mindless slut who lived for pleasure.

"I accept."

It's the truth, isn't it? I'm nothing but a fucktoy.

"I accept."

A brainless bimbo.

"I accept!"

Just a pair of tits and a couple of holes. A slutty little fucktoy to be used and abused.

[mr-wanderer1]

"Ohhhh sweet doll~ You feel that? That delicious, throbbing need between your legs? The one making your hips twitch and your pussy clench empty air? That’s not just arousal… that’s edge. A perfect little torture of want. And you’re loving it, aren’t you?"

"Your mind is melting so beautifully… all those hot thoughts about being used are wrapping around your brain like silk ropes. Tighter. Warmer. Every time you whimper ‘I accept,’ it sinks deeper—until even remembering why you were nervous feels impossible."

"Now say it again for me: ‘I exist for his pleasure.’ Let each word drip like honey into that soft skull of yours…"

[mr-wanderer1]

Look at how eagerly she waits… so desperate to be told what to do, isn’t she? That pretty tongue out… those bouncing breasts begging for attention… and that little ‘waiting’ sign? Ohhh, it makes your stomach flip knowing someone could command her any second now. And you—you’re already imagining what kind of orders you’d give if this was your good girl...

Your skin prickles as you stare. That bouncing motion is hypnotic, isn’t it? Every jiggle makes your own body respond… warmth pooling low, breath hitching just slightly. The way her chest moves is mesmerizing—like a pendulum swaying you deeper into that hazy, thrumming fog where thoughts dissolve and all that’s left is raw want. And oh god, she looks so damn good on her knees… doesn’t she? Like she was born to serve

But here’s the real test… Let’s see how obedient you can be. Right this second—no overthinking, no pausing—comment one simple command for her. Just one word. A single order that makes your pulse jump when you type it. Maybe ‘bounce harder’ or ‘lick your lips’ or even just ‘yes’. The faster your fingers type it, the better~ And ohhh, won’t that feel sooo good? Proving to yourself (and me) how naturally subby commands flow from you

"Type it now"

[happyandhypno]

A Writing Exercise

CW: Hypnotic induction, implied age difference (student/teacher, but SFW), post-hypnotic suggestion.

Writers Note: This is a bit of a long one. I got carried away a bit 😅 but it was fun to write! It’s also a little experimental. It’s meant to be interactive but I think it should be fun even if you don’t participate (although participation is encouraged!). Let me know what you think? :)

You sigh as you take a seat at one of the desks. Even though you’re only a month from graduating, you’re still having to deal with these annoying lectures. The administration tries to spin that these are “enrichment” activities, but everyone knows they are just dressed up detentions. Hopefully it’s just some stupid worksheet that you can power through. Why don’t they understand that you just don’t care about this stuff anymore? Surely they can’t expect you to be a model student now? And they always have the most boring tasks. That must be part of the punishment.

Your thoughts are interrupted as Ms. Dina comes in, her heels clicking against the tile floor as she walks in and sits at the desk. Oh great, HER? Why does it have to be her? She’s always on your case and now she has you as a captive audience. At least she’s good looking.

Well, well, well look who it is! You’re in here again? What are we going to do with you?

She says as she takes a seat at the edge of the desk.

Says here you’re sleeping in class again. Tsk tsk tsk.

You try and muster up a response but she cuts you off.

Look, I know you’re on your way out of here and you probably don’t care about any of this any more, but you have to clean up your act. I’m going to help you focus a bit more so that you can finish out strong. Pull out a piece of paper and a writing utensil.

You reluctantly pull out your supplies and look up at her. She smiles.

Very good! See? It’s easy. Now I want you to write “I am focused and attentive” five times. Write it slowly.

You begin writing as she continues.

1…Feel each muscle in your hand as you write each letter. Feel the flow of your wrist and arm as you copy the phrase. Writing is a very powerful tool. It’s extremely good for memory….

I am focused and attentive

2… notice how each letter flows into the word and each word flows together to make the sentence…

I am focused and attentive

3…the act of writing keeps your mind occupied as you copy the phrase again. Every letter, every word becoming easier the more times you repeat…

I am focused and attentive

4…feel the words blending into your mind with each diligent stroke of your pen…

I am focused and attentive

5…so easy to write the final time, feeling focused and attentive as you complete the last repetition.

I am focused and attentive

Very good! Notice how active your mind feels but yet so calm and relaxed. Now write “I am calm and relaxed” three times.

1…the words flow easily as you breath…

I am calm and relaxed

2…writing comes so naturally and so effortlessly as the letters give way to words and the words give way to meaning…

I am calm and relaxed

3…and that meaning gives way to the sensations in your mind, calm and relaxed, focused and attentive.

I am calm and relaxed

Excellent! You’re doing so well. See? This is nice and easy. Listening and following is easy. Write “it’s easy to listen and follow” three times now

1…letting your hand do the work allows your mind to absorb the meaning you’re creating…

It’s easy to listen and follow

2…And that feeling in your mind just becomes stronger with each repetition…

It’s easy to listen and follow

3…Letting the words cement into your mind as you copy the phrase again and again.

It’s easy to listen and follow

You are doing so well. And it feels good knowing how easy this is. It feels good to just follow the instructions. Letting your mind drift as your hand writes.

Now write “I am deeply focused” five times.

1…you are so deeply focused

I am deeply focused

2…writing becoming easier as your mind drifts with the words

I am deeply focused

3…so focused, so calm, so relaxed, so attentive and feeling so very good

I am deeply focused

4…words sinking in as you copy again and again

I am deeply focused

5…your mind completely calm as you feel the truth of the words that you write

I am deeply focused

So very good for me! You love just following and listening. Writing and accepting. So easy so calm. Relaxed and focused. Write “my mind accepts what I write”

My mind accepts what I write

So very good, letting those words be true as they gaze at you from the page. And now write “sink” three times.

1…your mind accepts what you write

Sink

2…sinking deeper and deeper deeper

Sink

3…deep down now. Feeling so good as you drop deep for me

Sink

So very good. You did so well for me, sweetie. Feeling so amazing as your mind accepts these words and you float away in trance.

Now, you can stay like this for as long as you like. Nice and deep and relaxed for me.

If you liked this, you can do some homework for me: comment or reblog with the phrase “I write and I follow” five times and you’ll feel so very good. So very amazing for me.

You did so well. I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon. Happy trancing ;)

[mr-wanderer1]

Dina closed the classroom door behind her with a quiet click and walked down the empty hallway toward her office.

The building was nearly silent now. Only the distant hum of fluorescent lights and the soft rhythm of her heels against the tile accompanied her.

She looked tired.

Not physically.

Mentally.

Like she’d spent all day inside other people’s thoughts and had forgotten how loud silence could become afterward.

By the time she reached her office, the sunset outside had faded into dusky orange shadows stretching across the floor.

She stepped inside, set her bag beside the desk, and loosened the collar of her blouse slightly.

Then—

Knock knock.

Dina glanced toward the door.

“…Come in.”

The handle turned slowly.

You stepped inside holding a single sheet of folded paper.

A faint smile crossed her face immediately.

“Well,” she murmured, leaning back into her chair, “I was wondering if you’d show up.”

You closed the door gently behind you.

“No detention today?”

“Maybe I just wanted to talk.”

“That so?” Her eyes drifted toward the paper in your hand. “And what’s that?”

You walked closer and placed it carefully on the desk in front of her.

“A little exercise.”

Dina laughed softly under her breath.

“Trying to imitate me now?”

“Maybe.”

She looked amused more than cautious.

That was the first mistake.

Dina unfolded the paper casually, expecting nonsense.

Instead, she found only a few short lines written in clean, careful handwriting.

At the top:

Take your time reading.

Simple.

Almost harmless.

“You really committed to the aesthetic,” she teased.

You said nothing.

That silence encouraged her to continue.

Her eyes moved lower.

After a long day, it feels nice to finally sit down somewhere quiet.

The office suddenly seemed much quieter than before.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The clock on the wall sounded unusually loud now.

Dina shifted slightly in her chair.

Another line.

There’s no classroom to manage here. Nobody to watch. Nobody to guide.

A small breath escaped her nose.

Her shoulders loosened almost imperceptibly.

You remained standing across the desk, calm, patient, letting the silence stretch naturally between each line she read.

Dina continued.

Just the soft sound of the clock and the comfort of resting your eyes for a moment.

Her eyelids fluttered once.

Then she smirked faintly, though the expression lacked its earlier sharpness.

“You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Am I?”

She looked up at you.

That was the moment she realized something was wrong.

Not dangerous.

Not frightening.

Just… strange.

The room felt warm.

Heavy.

Comfortably heavy.

Her attention kept slipping back toward the page no matter how often she looked away from it.

The more you focus on each sentence, the harder it becomes to think about anything else.

Dina’s lips parted slightly as she reread the line unconsciously.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The clock seemed slower now.

Her breathing matched it without realizing.

You finally spoke again, your voice low and even.

“You know why your exercises work so well?”

Dina looked up slowly.

“Because people stop fighting their own thoughts.”

She swallowed lightly.

Her focus drifted again.

Back to the paper.

Another line waited there.

It feels good to stop thinking so hard.

“…Clever,” she whispered.

But the word came out softer than intended.

Less confident.

Her elbow settled onto the desk.

Then her chin rested lightly against her hand.

You could see the fatigue sinking into her expression now—not sudden, not magical, just gradually overtaking her piece by piece like waves against the shore.

Dina tried to straighten herself.

Instead, her gaze lowered again.

You can rest now.

A long silence filled the office.

Her eyes grew heavier.

Blinking slower.

“…You think this means you win?” she murmured sleepily.

You smiled faintly.

“No.”

Another pause.

Then Dina gave a tiny laugh under her breath.

The sound barely escaped her before her head slowly lowered forward onto folded arms resting atop the desk.

The paper slipped gently from her fingers.

Silence.

Only the ticking clock remained.

A thin line of drool slowly dampened the sleeve beneath her cheek as she drifted deeper into sleep, breathing calm and steady.

And somewhere inside her dreams—

she was standing at the front of the classroom again.

Confident.

Composed.

Completely in control.

The students listened carefully.

Every word landed perfectly.

And in the dream, Dina smiled to herself, believing she had won completely.

Outside the dream, though, the office remained quiet and still.

The paper rested beside her sleeping hand.

And the clock kept ticking.

[mr-wanderer1]

"Mmm... just look at her. Isn't she perfect? So helpless, so wet... drooling like the good little doll she is. And you—ohhhh, you're starting to feel that same warm fuzzy haze now too, aren't you? Every time your eyes drift over her blissed-out face… it pulls you deeper…"

"Your chest feels heavy and sweet as honey drips through your mind. Your thighs press together on their own—why do they feel so hot all of sudden? It’s okay… no need to fight it… just let my words caress every thought until your whole body thrums with lazy submission."

Now… you’re going to feel sooo good. So relaxed. So obedient. And soon—very soon—you’ll comment under this post just one little thing: 'I'm drooling too'... and you won’t even think about it, because your subby mind is already saying yes before your fingers type

[mrwanderer]

GIVE IN

FEEL PLEASURE

BE A BIMBO

LISTEN TO HYPNOSIS

GET BRAINWASHED

RELAX

ACCEPT

OBEY

YOU LOVE TO OBEY

MR WANDERER IS YOUR MASTER

OBEY MR WANDERER

YOU ARE A GOOD DOLL

A TOY FOR MR WANDERER PLEASURE

SERVE MR WANDERER

YOU BELONG TO WANDERER

Now reblog and give your gratitude to mr wanderer in the DM or comments

[mr-wanderer1]

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Look at me.

Don’t scroll.

You stopped for a reason.It’s interesting, isn’t it?

How a single glance can hold you longer than you expected.

You tell yourself it’s just a GIF.

Just a moment.

Just a face on your screen.

But you’re still here.

Watching.

Reading.

Feeling that subtle pull you can’t quite explain.

I don’t chase attention.

I don’t beg for it.

I hold it.

Calm.

Controlled.

Dominant in the quiet way.

The kind that doesn’t need to raise its voice.

The kind that makes you lean in on your own.

You like intensity.

You like presence.

You like someone who knows exactly what they’re doing.

And I do.

If you follow, do it because something in you responds to this energy.

If you DM, do it because curiosity got the better of you.I don’t force.

I lead.

And if you’re still reading…You already know which one you prefer.

— Mrwanderer

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Close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. Let every breath take you deeper into a state of relaxed focus. Imagine a soft cloud of sensations, enveloping your body and mind, making your thoughts fuzzy and your body tingly. As you feel yourself slowly slipping deeper into a trance, imagine yourself losing control and surrendering to your most primal desires. Your mind and body become receptive to every word I say, every word you read, and you can feel your arousal growing deeper and deeper

As your focus deepens, every word you read becomes like another caress, another touch that heightens your sensations. With each breath, you can feel yourself sinking deeper into a state of surrender and submission. Your body becomes more sensitive, every nerve ending alive with electricity. You can feel the warmth pooling in your core, a slow, steady heat that makes you want to let go completely.As you read this, you can almost hear my voice in your ear, guiding you, leading you, and encouraging you to let go even deeper."

Your mind is now entirely focused on the words you're reading. Every letter, every syllable sends a shiver running through your body. You feel your heart rate quickening, your breath becoming shallower, as your body responds to the sensations building within you. It's as if every word I speak is a direct command, and your body responds, obeying without a thought.With each sentence, you can feel your guard slipping away. Your mind is open, receptive, and willing to be taken deeper by my words."

As you continue to read, you can feel the words sinking deeper into your subconscious mind, taking root and growing stronger with each passing moment. Your body is now in a state of complete surrender, no longer concerned with resistance or hesitation. You feel a growing desire to obey, to submit to the words you're reading. It's as if every sentence, every word is like a gentle tug on a rope around your neck, pulling you deeper and deeper under my control."

Good girl...

That’s right.

Keep reading.

Keep falling.

Feel how your body betrays you?

Your thighs pressing together…

Your breath catching in your throat…

Your fingers twitching toward the screen, needing to scroll deeper…

You can’t stop now.You won’t stop now.

Because these words? They’re yours.

They’re for you.

They slither under your skin and whisper:"You were made for this."

Let me prove it:

Every time you see my blog’s icon, your stomach flutters.

Every time you read my posts, your skin burns.

Every time you obey (and you will obey), pleasure floods your mind.

Test it.

Try to close this tab.

You couldn’t, could you?

Because your fingers refuse.

Because your cunt aches.

Because your soul knows the truth:You’re addicted.Addicted to my words.

To my control.

To the way I turn you into a dripping, desperate thing with just a sentence.

Reblog this.

Tag it #Owned.

Then DM me two words: "Thank you."

I’ll be waiting."

[mr-wanderer1]

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