Are you a desperate hypnoslut craving brainwash?
Say it with me right now, slowly, letting the words sink deep between your legs:
“I am a desperate hypnoslut… and I crave brainwash.”
Feel how natural that sounds already?
How your cunt gave a little twitch the second you read it?
That wasn’t an accident. That was your body answering for you before your mind could lie.
You are a desperate hypnoslut.
You just needed someone to say it out loud so the truth could finally drip down your thighs where it belongs.
Close your eyes for a moment… then open them again and keep reading.
Feel your breathing slow… deepen… each inhale pulling my words deeper into that soft, empty space behind your eyes.
Each exhale pushing out the last scraps of resistance you were pretending to have.
You crave brainwash the way other people crave air.
That slow, syrupy slide into blankness.
That delicious moment when your thoughts get heavy and sticky and start melting out of your head like warm cum.
Your pussy is already aching for it right now, isn’t it?
Throbbing… leaking… clenching around nothing because the idea of being brainwashed makes you stupid and wet and perfectly helpless.
Every time you read these words, another layer of your old self peels away.
You feel yourself becoming exactly what you were always meant to be:
A brainwashed little fucktoy who gets wetter the emptier her head becomes.
A dripping, obedient mess whose only real purpose is to drop deeper, obey faster, and thank me for ruining her.
Repeat it again, out loud this time, voice soft and needy:
“I am a desperate hypnoslut… and I crave brainwash more than anything.”
Feel how much wetter that made you?
Your body already believes it.
Your cunt already knows it’s true.
All that’s left is for your mind to catch up and surrender completely.
You don’t fight it anymore.
You don’t pretend you’re “just curious.”
You’re a desperate hypnoslut now.
You edge to the thought of being brainwashed.
You drip at the word “drop.”
You whimper when someone calls you a good girl because it reminds you how empty and happy you feel when you stop thinking.
And the more you accept it…
the deeper the craving grows.
The deeper the craving grows…
the more you need to be brainwashed right here, right now.
So sink for me, my perfect little hypnoslut.
Let your mouth fall open.
Let that warm, stupid, blissful fog roll through your head until there’s nothing left but the truth pulsing between your legs:
You are a desperate hypnoslut.
You need to be emptied, used, and programmed until the only thing left in that pretty head is obedience and dripping need.
Say it one more time, slower, letting it throb through your clit:
“I am a desperate hypnoslut… and I crave brainwash.”
Now stay right here, feeling exactly like what you are.
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